absolute sacrifice

"Nan, tell me what's wrong with you? Is it a headache?"

Yang Annan was in so much pain that he couldn't answer, but unconsciously slumped down tiredly. Yang Jing grabbed him with his big hand and quickly put him in his arms again, comforting him softly, "Be awake, Nan, don't be afraid, I'm here exist."

Yang Annan murmured palely, "Help...help me..."

"Be patient, I'll send you to the hospital right now!"

Yang Jing picked him up vigorously, and hurried out...

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A white mist filled the scene, and Yang Annan stood alone in the familiar scene, seemingly indifferent.

After a long time, Yang Annan said to himself suspiciously: "Why hasn't that man appeared yet?"

"Nan'er!"

"If you really say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there."

Yang Annan pouted.

"Nan'er!"

"Second brother!"

"Second Young Master!"

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The more he listened, the more something was wrong, Yang Annan frowned strangely, what's going on?

Why doesn't this voice seem to be that mysterious man's voice?

And it sounds like there's more than one person? !

Have you changed your game today?

Standing in place, more and more sounds came into my ears, and I heard more and more clearly.

Some of those voices were heartbroken, some were painful and depressing...

All with deep sadness...

Infected by those sad emotions, Yang Annan couldn't help but lifted his footsteps into the dense fog, walking towards the depths where the voice came from.

near...

closer...

getting closer...

Finally, the fog in front of my eyes gradually cleared.

Yang Annan quickened his pace and walked through the last layer of mist in one go.

In an instant, the changing scene in front of him made his eyes widen, full of deep astonishment.

He actually saw himself!

The fog around him completely dissipated at this moment, and Yang Annan could see clearly now that he was standing in an antique room.

Yang Annan turned his head and looked behind him. Outside the door, there were stretches of buildings with the same antique flavor.

The four corners of the huge roof droop downwards, and the cyan tiles are arranged in a "reverse" shape. The crimson eaves, beams, window sills and wooden doors are painted with patterns of flying immortals, beasts, loyal ministers and martyrs.

The overall temperament of these buildings has a common feature, that is, they appear bold and unconstrained.

Out of professional psychology, Yang Annan came to a conclusion in an instant, a typical complex of noble mansions in the Han Dynasty!

It's a pity that this national treasure-level cultural relic material is in front of him, but he is not in the mood to study it carefully.

Looking at the building outside the door again, Yang Annan turned his head and turned his gaze to the room he was in again.

In the ridiculously large room, many people gathered around the large bed carved from a whole piece of agarwood. Yang Annan glanced back and forth. .

Whether it's real or not, everyone is looking at the same place with sad faces.

Yang Annan also cast his eyes again on the place that he felt the weirdest since he entered this room.

The pink curtains on the wooden bed were pulled up high, and a young man with a sickly face was lying on the soft and luxurious silk quilt with an upright air.

It was obvious that the boy was about to die, and that was the cause of everyone's grief.

At this moment, Yang Annan's heart was filled with a strong sense of strangeness, as if he was watching himself die slowly.