Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

Yan Shijun woke up in the darkness, the pain in his neck hadn't dissipated, and his palms were still aching. He looked down in the dim light, and he didn't know who had wrapped his hands in gauze. Next, he vaguely felt a fresh wound.He stood up full of doubts, and his head hit something directly.He let out a low cry from the pain, and groped for his head, only touching the wet soil with one hand.

"This is..." Yan Shijun put his hand close to the tip of his nose and sniffed, mixed with the faint smell of pickled vegetables. This unique smell instantly made him understand where he was, "Is this the cellar?"

Why did he come here out of nowhere?

He only knew that he was awakened by a loud noise in the morning, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Shen Chichuan got up at some time and had already come back from the door.He was so vaguely anxious that Shen Chichuan's expression was unprecedentedly tense at that time, and he whispered in his ear: "I'm sorry."

Yan Shijun hadn't realized why he said sorry, but when he felt a pain in the back of his neck, he was directly stabbed, and when he woke up again, it was now.

The stone slabs of the cellar were gently moved, and a beam of light came in from the entrance, followed by a small head.Bai Qing nimbly jumped down from the entrance, and the screams from outside reached his ears for a moment, and when the stone slab was covered again, all sounds were blocked out again.

Yan Shijun was terrified, his sixth sense told him that something must have happened outside, and he asked in a low voice, "What's going on here?"

Bai Qing said in a deep voice: "The southern city has been destroyed, and the whole city has been besieged. Those people are killing people everywhere."

Yan Shijun was startled: "Breakthrough?"

Nancheng is close to the Central Plains, even if the barbarians stretched their arms, they would not hit here, and Nancheng is not a rich and treasured place, who would take a fancy to this poor place?

Yan Shijun suddenly remembered the last time he saw Shen Chichuan before he fell into a coma, and couldn't help feeling cold: "Where's Shen Chichuan?"

Bai Qing looked a little flustered, but fortunately it was pitch black at this time, and Yan Shijun couldn't see his expression clearly: "Shen Chichuan...Shen Chichuan has gone to the hospital."

Bai Qing remembered what Shen Chichuan told him before he left: "Luoxiao Palace is here for me, they don't know that Yan Shijun is still alive, don't tell Yan Shijun that someone from Luoxiao Palace entered Nancheng, let alone let him come out!"

Bai Qing didn't know why things suddenly became like this, and he didn't know what Luoxiao Palace meant by Shen Chichuan's mouth. He only knew that it must not be a trivial matter to scare this always powerful man in front of him.

Yan Shijun knew that something was wrong: "I'm going out to find him."

"You can't go!" Bai Qingnian Ji Xiao would not lie, and there was already a bit of panic in his voice at this time.

Yan Shijun heard that something was wrong: "What happened? Tell me!"

"I...I don't know..." Bai Qing backed away in panic, this guilty expression made people feel even more suspicious.

At this time, Yan Shijun didn't care whether he would scare the child, grabbed his shoulder, and forced Bai Qing to face him: "What happened! Where did Shen Chichuan go!"

Bai Qing cried and backed away. The sudden panic brought about by Nancheng early this morning had already pushed such a little child to the limit of his psychological endurance. Crashed, and was so frightened that he fully confessed: "Shen Chichuan said...he said... what Luoxiao Palace, he said that he came for him, and asked you not to go out..."

These three words brought Yan Shijun's heart to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

Luoxiao Palace...

He still came.

Yan Shijun was so startled that he couldn't stand, he took two steps back, supported the wall behind him to stabilize his body, his chest was oppressed, he couldn't breathe, and now he just wanted to slap himself hard Two slaps sober: He really lives so comfortably here, he has already forgotten that this is a story in a book, and he has forgotten the inevitable consequence of Shen Chichuan being a villain - dying at the hands of the protagonist.

Looking back on this period of life, the medical center, the small courtyard, Nancheng... After all, it was nothing but passing clouds;But he took it as a long time, deeply immersed in it, and couldn't extricate himself.But forget that the clouds and smoke floating on the surface have passed away, and the rest is the naked reality.

Yan Shijun held on to his only sliver of reason: "Where is Qingmei?"

This is his and Shen Chichuan's fate, and no one else can be involved.

Bai Qing shook his head, crying and said: "I don't know, I didn't find Sister A, I searched all the places, but I couldn't find Sister A."

Yan Shijun forced himself to calm down: "Where's the medical center? Have you gone to the medical center?"

Bai Qing seemed to come back to his senses: "Yes, I'll go to the medical clinic to look for it."

"Wait." Yan Shijun wiped the tears from Bai Qing's face, calming himself down, not passing on his panic to the child, "Don't cry, you are a man now, you must calm down and be careful, if the medical center doesn't Sister, you just hide, hide in the medicine cabinet of the old doctor in the backyard of the hospital, and come out when you are safe, you know?"

With tears in his eyes, Bai Qing nodded heavily.

Yan Shijun asked again worriedly: "You must save your own life first. If... I mean, if Qingmei is gone, you must live calmly. Only by living can you have the opportunity to avenge your elder sister. ,Did you hear that?"

Bai Qing wiped away tears, forced himself to calm down, and his immature face became a little tougher: "I will."

After all, Bai Qing opened the stone slab, and with his small stature, quickly got out of the cellar, and disappeared from sight after a while. Yan Shijun followed him, but was blocked by a barrier.

It was only then that Yan Shijun discovered that at the entrance of the cellar, there was a pale golden formation, and there were faint golden lines on the barrier. Yan Shijun vaguely remembered that there was a kind of formation, with the blood of the trapped people and the people who cast the formation For reference, if the person who cast the formation did not untie it himself, then only when the person who cast the formation was seriously injured or died, and the internal strength was not enough to support the formation, the formation would be automatically released, otherwise the trapped person would never be able to come out.

Yan Shijun looked at his bandaged palm, and instantly understood everything: Shen Chichuan knew from the beginning that Bai Qing alone would not be able to stop Yan Shijun, so he created such a formation.

And he didn't even think he would survive.

When he died, Li Muhe went away with a serious worry and naturally led his troops away. At that time, no one would threaten Yan Shijun's safety again.

Shen Chichuan, Shen Chichuan, you are really thoughtful...

Yan Shijun lay on the ground in despair, clenched his fists tightly and slammed against the wall. He smashed a few gaps in the mud wall, and blood oozes from the joints.

A familiar "ding—" suddenly sounded in my mind: "Host, congratulations, your task completion has reached 90.00%."

The system that had disappeared for an unknown amount of time reappeared, and immediately appeared in front of him in the form of Yan Shiqing.After not seeing it for so long, Yan Shijun inexplicably felt that it seemed to have changed.This system is obviously an artificial intelligence, but at this moment, Yan Shijun saw some sadness and... apology in its eyes?

I don't know if his eyes were dazzled, but for a moment, the system immediately changed to that blank expression again.

"Oh——" Yan Shijun smiled sarcastically, "Do you fucking think I need your congratulations?"

The system looked at him, and the afterimage of Yan Shiqing floating in the air slowly stretched out its hand, but retracted when it was about to touch him, it was still the same cold electronic voice: "His ending Doomed to die, you shouldn't be tempted."

Yan Shijun felt that what it said was ironic: "Is it up to me to decide about feelings?"

The system was speechless.

"So..." Yan Shijun met its eyes, "Is there anything you can do to help me? You can trade it with anything."

The system turned its head and did not answer his words.

"Forget it..." Yan Shijun smiled wryly, and stumbled to his feet, "You're just a machine, a machine that doesn't understand anything."

His body was trembling, he walked to the corner, used his best strength to pick up the half-person-high jar in the corner and threw it towards the barrier at the entrance. The jar was instantly smashed to pieces, but the barrier was not damaged.

As if he couldn't see it, Yan Shijun numbly picked up the jars at hand and threw them one by one. The fate of each jar was the same. The broken pieces of porcelain splashed around, and some even scratched his face. Face.

It's just futile.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Yan Shijun's helpless roar echoed in the small cellar.

The system couldn't bear to look any longer, and silently moved its eyes away.

"Shen Chichuan——" Yan Shijun had no strength left, and collapsed on the ground, blood oozed from the scratched skin, and mixed with tears, it fell down his cheeks and fell into his mouth, it was fishy and astringent.

This is the most disgusting taste he has ever tasted in his life.

The system suddenly said softly, "I'm sorry."

Yan Shijun was shaken all over, as if someone had hit him with a mallet in his mind, he turned his head in disbelief: "You..."

The system's sorry just now was not the original cold electronic voice at all, but a crisp and slightly immature female voice. What made him even more unbelievable was that even after thousands of years, he would not be able to hear this voice. Will forget - this is Yan Shiqing's voice!

The system in front of him had tears streaming down his face. He squatted on the ground covering his face, and a familiar voice flowed out through his fingers: "Brother, I'm sorry."

"You are...you are Yan Shiqing, right?" Yan Shijun growled in a low voice, "You have always been Yan Shiqing, right?"

The system didn't speak, but its answer was no longer important. Yan Shijun was [-]% sure that the so-called system in front of him was his sister, the author of "Luoxiao"——Yan Shiqing.