The villain beg you to kill me

"Impossible!" The young cultivator stood up suddenly, with a startled and angry expression on his handsome face, he stared at me fixedly.

I crossed my legs and lazily sculpted the little wooden figure in my hand, without even bothering to lift my eyelids: "There is nothing impossible."

"This is simply absurd!" The young man slammed the sandalwood incense table, causing the ash to fall on the table, and he yelled at me almost at the top of his lungs, "It's okay for others to slander senior brother as a demon, even you, you say that He! I misjudged you!"

My heart constricted when he yelled at me, and I took a deep breath to calm down: "Don't be so loud, you know, my heart is not very good."

"So what, how much senior brother has suffered, you don't even know how much senior brother has suffered to save me..." The young man showed a painful expression on his face again, and looked at me. alert.

After finally calming down, my heartbeat began to speed up again, and the hand holding the carving knife was shaking a little, so I had no choice but to put the little wooden figure away and stand up.

"What are you doing?" The young man took a step forward and held my hand tightly.

I glanced at him lazily: "Since you don't believe me, it's useless for me to say anything. Of course I'm going back to rest."

"But, but—" the young man tried hard to find something to say, his anger hadn't subsided yet, and being dismissed by me so lightly, it aroused even more resentment in his chest, his eyes lit up, and he finally found a breakthrough point, " You can't go."

I frowned and looked at him: "Okay, I won't go, you let go first."

But the young man violently pulled me in front of him. He was a head taller than me, and now he was full of arrogance, staring at me condescendingly, with a terrifying expression on his face.

I immediately looked away, but his broad shoulders blocked everything around me, so I had nowhere to look, so I could only stare blankly at the place where the line opened on his shoulders.

"You can't go," the young man swallowed and strengthened his tone, "You haven't said yet, who ordered you to slander senior brother?"

I froze for a moment, ordering?

The young man also seemed to realize that this was wrong, but he was young and energetic, and he was getting angry, so he just kept silent, panting for breath. I saw his heaving chest, and I knew he was very angry.

However, I am not, but unfortunately no one cares.

"You..." He opened his mouth, "Just tell me, you tell me, I don't blame you."

Hehe, I just told the truth, but I have to suffer the wrath of my "good brother" for this. Who am I going to blame?

Probably... Blame the author, if the author didn't write this stupid protagonist, and there's no way to make him and his brother—that is, the villain BOSS—evil, why send me here?

Thinking about it this way, I feel better. Facing a protagonist who needs to be rescued in terms of IQ, I should show great patience and do my job as a plot corrector.

That's right, I don't belong to this cultivation world, I'm not from here.

I came here just to help the stupid author reach HE successfully and prevent the protagonist from being stupid to death by himself. The purpose of my coming is mainly to let the protagonist quickly discover the true face of the villain BOSS, break with him, and then make good use of his own cheat upgrades. Kill the villain BOSS in the final war of annihilation, and ascend through the catastrophe.

In order to play this key role, I first spent five years in the plot becoming good brothers with the protagonist, and then spent another five years practicing with him and fighting monsters together.

In the past year, we have worshiped Yunxianzong together.

During this year, many things happened. For example, according to the plot, the protagonist met the catastrophe he was destined to meet—Senior Brother, who is also the future villain BOSS, a standard beast in clothes.

Another example, when they met for the first time, the senior brother saved him, although he was in danger because of the senior brother, but that is not important, the important thing is that he and the senior brother fell in love at first sight - no, should we say sympathy?In short, it is the kind of talk that is particularly speculative, the practice is particularly in tune, one has blue eyes, the other admires, and the hero cherishes the hero.

As for me, as a supporting role without cheats, I have to practice day and night in order to keep my position as a disciple of the Yunxian Sect. I have exhausted all my energy in order to cope with those damn exams.

So during this year, I naturally didn't have time to be cool with those two guys who had cheats. Gradually, the good brothers I had cultivated for ten years became estranged from me, and I was no longer the only one in my eyes.

Although I know that these are normal, if the author hadn't had a brain twitch and wrote the relationship between the protagonist and the villain BOSS too close, I would not appear here, and I broke my heart to destroy their relationship.

However, when that person who can laugh and cry, feels warm, real and familiar grabs my skirt and forces me to answer who is behind the scenes, my heart still hurts a little.

Well, just a little bit, just a little bit.

"Why don't you talk?" The young man blushed, but his usually gentle eyes stared at me as if he were an enemy. "Is that person so important to you?!"

I wanted to lower my head, but his chin was pinched by him, and I was forced to raise my head.

"Answer me!" he asked excitedly.

The heartbeat was getting faster and faster, the sound of blood flow accelerated in my ears, and there were dense black spots in front of my eyes. I tried to break his hand away, but I couldn't use the strength.

"Idiot..." I sighed.

When my consciousness was blurred, I heard him ask in a daze: "Who is the idiot?"

Sometimes the distance between people is so far that you can’t get closer in ten years. The mantra you often say is forgotten when you turn your head, and you still have to explain what it means.

Sometimes the distance between people is very close, if you reach out a hand when he is in danger, he will remember it for a lifetime, but unfortunately, that person is not me.

I blinked, and the room in front of me became clearer little by little.

A large desk with leather laminated film appeared in front of me, and the familiar person was sitting behind the desk and smiling at me.

"Xiao Su, have you figured out a way? Oh, it's all my fault, I have soft ears, and after listening to those little girls coaxing together, I wrote the villain boss in such a cool and domineering way that even the protagonist fell in love with him. Hey, didn't I just come here to find you, an expert!"

I leaned on the armrest on the edge of the spacious sofa and sat up with difficulty.

"Hey, don't move, just lie there and say it." He immediately ran over to help me graciously.

I leaned against the soft sofa cushion and gasped: "It's just that I can't move my legs, and it's not high paraplegia. Do you want me to have bedsores?"

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders eagerly, and lingered in my ears with a light tobacco-scented breath: "Honey, I don't want you to set off earlier, to enter the world I designed for you earlier, to run healthy and lively." Well!"

That's right, no matter how troublesome and labor-intensive the job of a plot modifier is, I'm willing to do it because of this temptation: In reality, I'm a disabled person, but in the story, I'm an omniscient and omnipotent god with a With a healthy body, he can kick whoever he wants.

"Fuck, what is the world you designed for me?" I snorted coldly.

"Hey, Master Li, my world full of holes is filled by you old man. You don't know how many netizens are waiting for you to fill this story~"

I rolled my eyes: "Meteorites hit the earth, landslides flow backwards, you can finish it as you want, it's not just a matter of your words?"

He quickly apologized with a smile: "Yes, yes, but, I have to support you. If a meteorite hits the earth, how will I mess around in the future? How much is this sign worth? It will be smashed all at once. The property management fee of our villa Who do you want?"

I've told him all the good things, who made him a great author? Let me wait for the small long-term workers, so let's work honestly.

"It's like this. I have an idea. Put a character here, let him gain the trust of the protagonist, and don't do anything to change the plot..."

"Great! I thought the same way, what a hero who sees the same thing!" The author suddenly patted my leg.

I looked at him coldly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was the armrest of the sofa." He blushed involuntarily.

"It's okay, go ahead, I don't feel it anyway." It's like patting the armrest of a sofa, there is no difference.

"So, let's hurry up and start tonight, how about it? I'll adjust the time axis, and then you go in, gain the trust of the protagonist, and at the critical moment, reveal the true face of the villain BOSS, so that the protagonist will love him Turn hate, hate to the bone!" He waved his arm excitedly, "Great, the transformation of intense feelings is a big climax! It will definitely explode a subscription! Don't say anything, we will be in Phuket next month The journey is up to you!"

Said it as if he had time off.

The sound of a gust of wind blowing the windows.

crunch - crunch -

The soft little thing swept across my forehead and landed on my face.

I felt the cold and hard stone bed under me, and my cold and stiff feet. I tried to move my toes and took a deep breath.

Back to the story again.

The dream just now was something that happened before I came here. It is vivid in my memory, as if returning to reality from the story.

Sometimes I have done too much work to correct the plot, and I feel that neither side is real, as if after sleeping and opening my eyes, I will go to a new "reality".

But this familiar and uncomfortable stone bed probably won’t be found anywhere else. Only the Yunxian Sect in this cultivation world always likes to make things to torture the disciples. Except for the endless exams, it’s just the same generation disciples. It’s okay. Standing on top of a water tank in the sun is a common thing, and you can get over those after a long time. The only thing you have to face every night is the hard and uneven stone bed, which feels like your spine is about to break.

The task hasn't been completed yet, so of course I can't go back. I don't know if the author thinks I'm working too slowly, so he made a special trip to remind me in a dream.

"Li Su..."

The upright and handsome face that I didn't want to see for a while came closer to me again.

"You, are you okay? Why did you faint suddenly?"

He approached, his vigorous thick eyebrows furrowed rarely, his black and white eyes stared fixedly at my face, the pure and masculine breath invaded my territory, making me very uncomfortable.

He stretched out his hand, gently brushed my face, and took off a peach petal: "You have slept for three days. The flowers are all blooming."

I don't know what he meant by that, it's not the right time to blame me for being dizzy?

I pushed him away, straightened my clothes, and got out of bed.

"Tianjue." I turned my back to him and tied up my hair. He didn't move, so I said, "It's okay if you don't believe me, just be careful, don't wait until someone kicks you off the cliff. Only then did I know that the heart of guarding against others is indispensable."

After saying this, there was a sharp pain in my heart, I covered my mouth, and waited for the convulsion to pass.

Damn, even though he is an all-knowing god, he can't spoil it. This job is really not done by humans.

I have a pity that I have a heavy responsibility, and I have to give some hints if I have nothing to do, so as to complete the huge project that is thousands of miles away. In the final analysis, it is all because of the words of the great author:

"Xiao Su, do you know that the reason why Cao Xueqin is so good is because he knows how to make mistakes."

I resisted the urge to ask who the "snake gray line" was, and took over the mess of a literary youth like him.

By now, the line is almost buried.

I turned my head and glanced at Tian Jue lazily. He seemed to be holding back something, his eyes were fixed on the corner of the wall, and his fists were clenched tightly.

My good brother, our combination that will fall apart at any time, let it maintain the surface peace and go through the last journey.

"Tianjue." I waved.

"Huh?" He looked at me with a complicated expression.

"The clothes are torn, come here, and I'll mend them for you." I pointed to the place where the thread on his shoulder was broken.