Attack four, please follow the plot

Maybe Baidu's brilliance blinded everyone's eyes, maybe our author's IQ is so low that it affects the characters in his works, such an obviously unreliable lie has been widely accepted by the masses.

But no matter what, everyone believes that I am a time traveler, and that I am the protagonist of the next book; it is only good for me.Whether it is the main supporting role or the extras on the background panel, except for a wise and sober person like me, who can resist the temptation to increase the number of appearances?

This lie can make the people of Baidao give up their plans to kill me and abuse me, and praise Xian Bingren and me as much as the real protagonist Yu Lanyan, so in this Lanyang Palace, there will inevitably be people who are blinded by the appearance of the scene , People who can be bought and used by me.

I sat down on the ground with my head bowed, my neck was burning with pain, my chest was so stuffy that I wanted to vomit, and the unsightly bruises all over my body fell into the eyes of my lifelong enemy.Even so, I still couldn't hold back the upward trend of the corners of my mouth.Temporary victory or defeat is nothing, as long as I still have this three inches of energy, there will always be a day when I will come back!

With one hand on the ground, I stood up unsteadily, stepped in front of Qiu Lanxu, took the remaining clothes from the screen and put them on.He had already turned his head and turned his back to me, and it was not until I changed my clothes that he said: "I didn't agree with you before and neglected to discipline you, which made you so dissolute. From now on, you will stay by my side, and you will not make a single move Take my eyes off!"

I just sneered back at him, pushed aside the screen and went out, took a towel from a maid, sat on a round stool and wiped the water stains on my feet, a servant knelt down to put on my shoes and socks, and someone came up to help me I put my hair up in a bun.

For some reason, the person who combed my hair left a strand of long hair on each of my temples, and the back was not tied up completely, but half of it was draped over my shoulders—I looked in the mirror, and it was like Yulan smoke His clothes are very similar; and even my clothes are the same color Tsing Yi as his.

I don't know if Qiu Lanxu intends to look at me when I see the clothes, or if they only have three colors of clothes in the palace, I am his son now, and I can't wear white clothes with the servants, so I have to be like his beloved apprentice dress up.

My ten fingers were still stained with impatiens flower juice, I couldn't wash it off, so I handed over my hands to those attendants for disposal.Qiu Lanxu was impatient to wait for me, stepped out of the screen and left first.After he left, the group of people in the room seemed to come alive. Although they still didn't say a word, their eye movements were much more flexible than before. Some of the bolder ones started to sneak glances at me.

After I was all dressed up, the senior disciple whom Qiu Lanxu had appointed just now came over and bowed to me: "Young Palace Master, the Palace Master has orders, please meet me at Lange."

I followed the disciple out of the bathroom, turned around a few corridors, and arrived at a water pavilion.As soon as I opened the door, I was attracted by the shelves full of books in the room, and I had no time to care whether the leading disciple would go or stay.This library is unusual, more than a dozen shelves of books are arranged in sequence, with sects, aristocratic families, and characters marked on them, which actually gather the essence of martial arts from all major schools in the world.

Which martial arts practitioner can still hold back in front of martial arts cheats.My eyes slipped down the rows of cabinets, and I unconsciously took a book from the cabinet next to me and spread it out.

Looking down, what was written in that book was actually very similar to my devil's teaching skills, but it seemed to be a bit higher than what I learned since I was a child.Sometimes just a few words can explain what I have not been able to comprehend after many years of martial arts practice, and some places are so profound and mysterious that I don't even know how to explain them.

I was watching intently, when I suddenly heard Qiu Lanxu's voice behind me: "This secret book was supposed to be stored in the underground palace of the Demon Cult, and it should fall into Yan'er's hands when he robs Yan'er in the Baili Fengjiang in the future, so that he can let him read it." Practice peerless martial arts and escape from the Demon Sect."

Hearing this voice, I couldn't help but tremble all over, and closed the secret book in my hand with a "snap", but my heart was full of doubts.

This is the secret book that the author designed and placed in the underground palace I taught from the beginning?No wonder my father's coffin only contains the setting of Benkeng's son. It turns out that the real cheat was stolen by Qiu Lanxu first.

But this is not right either!He clearly never joined the Devil's Cult—and besides, he didn't want to protect Yulan Yan everywhere, so why was he willing to take the risk of letting the little shou get a bad plot and get the book to Lanyang Palace in advance?

I was trying to figure out what was going on when he reached out and took out the book, flipped through a few pages, glanced at me, then turned to the window, and said calmly: "Back then, the Master Frostblade took the initiative to give this book to me in order to save his son's life." Come to this seat, just beg me to help him with the story of Fuyun, and leave a way for his unborn son to survive... Unexpectedly, the author changed the setting halfway, and Baili Fengjiang became my son."

My father... He only showed a small face in Qiu Lanxu's memories later, and he should have no impression of my son, let alone have any feelings for him. He actually begged this BOSS for me, and even took it In exchange for the cheats of this teaching, let him spare my life...

Now, dad, what do you want me to say?If you just took out the cheats and taught me, would your son be able to be overwhelmed like this and still be pregnant?If my martial arts were similar to that of Qiu, I wouldn't need to beg him to give me a way out now!

I just felt that my headache was almost swollen, and I slowly twisted my temples on the top of my fingers, but I heard Qiu Lanxu say again: "However, Baili Fengjiang has been pierced by you, so it doesn't count as death by my hands. The agreement I made with Baili Frost Blade will also be voided."

Am I shooting myself in the foot with a rock?

If I hadn't acquiesced that I was a time traveler back then in Phoenix Mountain Villa, maybe Qiu Lanxu would have given me a way out under the trust of my father... Bah!If a man dies, he dies. Do I ask him to spare my life!

Lanyang Palace and the Devil's Cult are just standing side by side. I am not as good as him as the leader, but it doesn't mean that the Devil's Cult is inferior to their palace.If he hadn't become my own father later, it wouldn't be so easy to seize the Demon Cult!

I wanted to reprimand him righteously, but somehow, the words that came out of my mouth turned into: "If I am really a hundred miles away, what will happen to you?"

He stared at me without saying a word, and after an unknown amount of time, he broke out into a burst of nonsense laughter, which made my eardrums ache.When the laughter stopped, his gaze was fixed on my face like an arrow, and he said sternly: "I only loved Yan'er and his father for the first half of my life, but later fell in love with Yan'er, I am extremely sorry for him, how could it be possible? You have a son with some man again! If you are really... hmph, how could you be a hundred li Fengjiang. He would never have thought of distorting the plot. If he was still alive, the author wouldn't have to let me make such an unclear paragraph in vain An unrequited love history, but also left behind evidence of betrayal of Xieyan..."

Unclear...is my father just innocent?People who have been dead for decades have to get up and change the settings, and they have to be transferred to accept and give birth to a child, and finally die because of dystocia...

One is engaged in plum blossom branding, and the other is copying birth novels. What exactly is going on in the minds of the previous generation?With two fathers like this, my son is the most unlucky!

The more I thought about it, the more I became more and more frustrated, and I couldn't help touching the so-called birthmark on my back where he burned it. The pain of skin ulceration, redness and swelling seemed to still stay there.This evidence was branded on me with his own hands. If he really hated me so much and didn't want to treat me as his son, why did he do this?

I was so angry that I didn't care about pretending to be worn by others, so I tore off the collar, and the clothes on my left shoulder fell under the shoulder armor. I pointed the brand mark at him, and looked back and asked, "You don't want me Father, I also feel that I am not your own son, why did you make this up? The author did write me as your son, but the relationship is just a word of mouth, there is no need to brand this kind of thing as a proof, right? "

Qiu Lanxu didn't speak anymore, she only took one step and pulled my clothes up forcefully, and then retreated a few steps away in a blink of an eye.The book was also thrown into my hands, and the page that I had just read was spread out in front of my eyes.But he had retreated to the window at this time, his pair of inhuman cold eyes were still staring at me firmly, the murderous intent had not yet been restrained, piercing the human skin with pain.

I was suddenly moved.Did he hate me so much because I became evidence that he had betrayed his old lover, or because he thought I...wasn't me?

I raised my head to meet his sharp gaze, and asked again: "In your heart, the Baili Fengjiang is just evidence that you betrayed Yulanyan's father, so why...why didn't you kill..."

My throat became more and more stagnant, and I couldn't utter the last word no matter what.He snorted coldly, and replied calmly: "Of course it's because you still have a role to play later."

Good answer!I almost applaud him.As expected of a person who can raise Yulanyan, in order for this book to end well, can any kind of deep hatred be endured?I swallowed the sudden fishy sweetness in my mouth, and asked abruptly: "Since you are doing everything to protect the plot, why did you accept the secret book from Baili's family in the first place, and why did you accept Baili Shuangren to keep it safe?" His son died?"

When he heard this, his face paled a little, and he tried his best to restrain his killing intent, even his fingertips trembled slightly.Seeing his state of mind, I felt an indescribable pleasure in my heart. I just wanted to see him in a more uncomfortable state, and I didn't care about the consequences of offending this person. The shadow guard I killed in the medical hall was Gong San, this book will never end as well as the author expected."

The murderous look in Qiu Lanxu's eyes immediately flourished, just when I thought he was about to pounce on me and kill me, he suddenly flicked his long sleeves, turned around and walked out, and said sharply: "There is no need to repeat the things before changing the settings." Mention! Since your body is now my son, I will not kill you with my own hands. You can read all the books here. Every day from Mao to noon, I will personally teach you how to practice martial arts. After three months, there will be a martial arts conference. At this time, you must defeat Xian Bingren as the leader of the Demon Cult, and take Yan'er captive to the Demon Cult—if you dare not obey, this seat has its own way to deal with you!"

The soul-stirring skill was actually used in the voice, and every word hit the bottom of my heart, making me feel infinite fear for no reason.My throat seemed to be blocked by something, I couldn't breathe, a black mist spread in front of my eyes, my hands had no strength, and the thin booklet seemed to be extremely heavy, and it fell straight from my fingers.

I'm afraid I'm going to fall to the ground like this booklet.

I reached out to find something to support, so as not to fall too hard, but I couldn't touch anything to support when I stretched out my hand. Instead, it shook even more. When I leaned over, I fell straight to the ground.

In the middle of the trip, a cold hand caught my wrist and pulled it upwards.Finally, I didn't have to worry about falling too hard. As soon as I relaxed, I was overwhelmed by overwhelming dizziness.