After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

"When you reach the vicinity of 'Biqionggu', the navigation is over, and players need to explore the triggering place of the mission by themselves."

Before Zhou Changming could react, the system terminated the mission guidance.

Leaving him alone, he looked at the unknown field map in a daze.

Outrageous on Nima.

He couldn't help complaining that this valley occupies such a vast area, if you search for it aimlessly, it is impossible to have a clue without spending a long time.

But if the quest clues can't be triggered, and the main storyline can't be unfolded, he can't even hope to escape from the game.

Zhou Changming sighed resignedly, took off the longbow behind his back, and walked along the mountain in front of him to the canyon.

The deeper he went, the denser the vegetation around him became. He looked around carefully and suddenly found something unusual.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Zhou Changming frowned, guessing that this might be one of the mission clues.

His field of view was too much blocked by the branches and leaves. In order to prevent monsters from attacking in the wild, he condensed a few light arrows and put them on the bowstring, and walked forward lightly.

The deeper you go, the stronger the stench becomes. When Zhou Changming passed a bush, he finally discovered the source of the smell——

Not far away, the corpses of wild beasts formed a small hill, with blood dripping all over the ground, as if a fierce battle had just taken place.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound from the bloody bones of the corpses everywhere.

A pair of thin hands protruded from the pile of corpses, pushed away the beast in front of him, and crawled out with difficulty while propping up its body.

When he exposed most of his upper body, Zhou Changming could barely see that it was a skinny little boy.

The clothes on his body were tattered, and the short ear-length hair was stained with grass leaves and animal fur, but the black and white eyebrows and eyes were stunning enough, as quiet as a deep winter pool.

Zhou Changming forgot to look away for a moment.

At the same time, the system's notification sound also came slowly: "The main task is activated: First Encounter in Qionggu ([-]), the player needs to help the male protagonist out of the predicament and build a foundation for him."

It seems that this time it's for real.

He swallowed nervously, and secretly observed this Supreme Being of the Three Realms who would dominate the world in the future.

But even with a filter, the male protagonist in front of him is just an ordinary little beggar.

He was still thinking wildly on the spot, but a sudden change happened at this moment.

Perhaps they were attracted by the strong smell of blood, suddenly there were wolves howling one after another around them.

Zhou Changming quickly opened the system map, and found that clusters of red dots representing monsters were constantly rushing towards his location, and his scalp felt numb all of a sudden.

"The beast tide is coming, be careful!"

Zhou Changming didn't think much at all, he flew forward, grabbed the boy's wrist, and led him to break out in a direction where there were relatively few monsters.

When the skin touched, he realized that the boy's whole body was hot, and even the breath he exhaled was surprisingly hot.

Could it be that the male lead has been fighting wild beasts alone for so long with a high fever?

He is still such a young child...Zhou Changming was greatly shocked, but at the same time couldn't help feeling distressed, he bowed his body and stretched out his hands towards the boy:

"I worked hard before, and then, let me protect you."

He frankly exposed his back to the boy's eyes, while Mie Kill's light arrows shot at the monsters mercilessly.

The screams of the beasts were endless, and soon, a path was opened before the two of them.

The boy bit his lip, no longer hesitated, and stretched his arms around Zhou Changming's neck.

At first he resisted, and even tried to break free from Zhou Changming's pull, but under the unreserved care of the other party, this vigilance gradually melted away.

Zhou Changming twitched the corners of his lips, firing skills in his hands.

Although there were a lot of these monsters, fortunately their level was not high. He tried his best to expend his spiritual power and released several rounds of dispersing arrows. He carried the boy on his back and broke through the siege all the way, finding a cave to rest.

"Here, let me see your wound."

Fever often comes from inflammation. Seeing that the boy did not resist, Zhou Changming pulled back the tattered clothes on his back, and as expected, he found several ferocious scratches.

One of the wounds was extremely deep, and pus and blood were slowly oozing out of the rolled up flesh.

Zhou Changming frowned, deeply feeling that sometimes it is not a good thing to make the game too realistic, at least at the moment, just looking at this wound made him tremble for a while.

He did some simple psychological construction, then took out a bottle of Jinchuang medicine, and carefully applied it along the wound.

The medicine powder came into contact with flesh and blood, and there was a sizzling sound from time to time, but the boy held back the pain, and when he couldn't hold back, he just silently bit a piece of his clothes.

Zhou Changming treated his wound as soon as possible, and found some food for him to eat. Only then did the chaos come to an end and a brief period of peace was ushered in.

Holding the dry food in his hands, the boy quietly cast his gaze.

Those eyes were black and white, like a cluster of ink blooming in the fresh snow, and better than a bottomless vortex in the lake light, they were clear and cool.

But at this moment, the coldness of alienation was melted away by the warm smile, and a little bit of joy spread from the corners of his brows and eyes, dyeing his pale face into a warm glow.

"Thank you."

the boy said softly.

Zhou Changming was taken aback.

He knows very well that he is just a tool man, and his emotions, sorrows, sorrows, words and deeds are just role-playing.

If it is not required by the mission, he will not be nosy at all.

What's more, he knows very well that the so-called npc's feedback is just a series of codes written in advance.

But why...

The child's smile made him feel so real?

It's embarrassingly real.

Zhou Changming turned his face slightly, feeling ashamed of being overrated.

This was the first time he and Lin Chushu met, and it was also one of the few smiles that Lin Chushu encountered in his memory.

It's clear...it was such a fragile child back then, only under his protection could he be safe and sound.

Since when did he no longer need the protection of others, and instead became the one to be protected?

The atrium was swollen with some sour emotion, powerlessness, helplessness, and a touch of sadness tangled into one place.

What is this feeling?

Memories flashed before his eyes frame by frame like a revolving lantern, and Zhou Changming was ups and downs among scattered thoughts, like a drowning person, drifting for an unknown amount of time before climbing onto a dead tree.

When he opened his eyes, the surrounding sky was already bright.

There was a wet touch in the corner of his eyes, and he reached out to wipe it, and it was full of tears.

It's just that I accidentally dreamed of a game NPC, what exactly is he hurting?

Zhou Changming covered his eyes and laughed dumbly.

It was very quiet around him, he thought that there was no one around, he couldn't help but secretly rejoiced, how embarrassing it would be if this stupid crying look was seen by others.

However, when he calmed down and stood up, his eyes met Qiu Shengmiao who was diagonally opposite.

……

There was a moment of silence.

Whether it was Qiu Shengmiao or Jiang Yuzhuo beside him, the expressions on their faces were all wonderful enough.

The scene was extremely tense for a while, Zhou Changming was full of annoyance, and before they could say anything, he turned his face away resentfully:

"What to look at, it's just being alone and homesick."

As long as you are not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

He simply made up a reason to prevaricate, and he didn't care if anyone looked into it.

Jiang Qiu and the two nodded silently, and looked at each other, their eyes were full of tacit confusion.

After all, only they know that when Zhou Changming fell asleep just now, he called out indescribable names like "Xiaoshu", "little guy" and "My Treasure".

If it wasn't for Lin Chushu who was practicing not far away, they would have rushed forward and blocked that terrible mouth.

Having said that, I don't know how much the master in the state of meditation has listened to those ambiguous nonsense?

The eyes of the two wandered between Zhou Changming and Lin Chushu, and after all, just to be on the safe side, they kept silent.

It was already noon on the second day, and everyone in Mo Xingsi was on their way to Chaoyin Pavilion.

Mingyufang provided them with ten specially-made broken wind chariots. If there were no accidents, they could reach the corner of the demon world and enter the mortal world in only two or three days.

After the summoning task was completed, Jiang Yuzhuo and Qiu Shengmiao followed Lin Chushu and led the team forward.

Most of the demons infected by the magic heart stone were bloodthirsty and brutal, and many Mo Xingsi disciples were injured. Everyone was drowsy along the way, either resting in a light sleep or meditating to adjust their breath.

Zhou Changming leaned against the car window, looking at the flying scenery of the Demon Realm outside the window, with mixed feelings in his heart.

According to a rough estimate, he has been in the game for about a week, but except for forming a spiritual contract with the male lead, he has made little progress in terms of cultivation and friendship.

If this continues, when will I be able to return to the real world?

He couldn't help but glanced at Lin Chushu who was sitting in meditation not far away.

Sunlight poured in through the window sills, and fell on the man's drooping eyelashes, spreading a layer of illusory and hazy golden mist.

I don't know if he noticed Zhou Changming's peeping, but he suddenly raised his eyelids, and cast his gaze over him with a clear gaze.

In an instant, Zhou Changming felt that all his thoughts had nowhere to hide.

Fear ran up his back. He had never experienced this feeling before. After all, no matter what, as a player who is familiar with the game setting and the ending of the story, he should be above all npcs.

But he couldn't see through Lin Chushu at all, let alone guess what kind of dark tide was hidden under those cold eyes.

How could I be reduced to the point of being manipulated by virtual characters?

The anxiety in Zhou Changming's heart became tense and tense.

Rubbing his forehead, he was about to say something to ease the situation when his body shook suddenly.

The broken wind chariot, which was moving forward steadily, suddenly shook violently.

He slipped on the soles of his feet, lost his balance instantly, and fell straight in the direction of Lin Chushu.

Lin Chushu's expression was indifferent, and he didn't show any intention of avoiding it, so Zhou Changming naturally fell into his arms in a rather indecent posture.

The soft and smooth fabric is wrapped like a cloud.

At the same time, the cold breath constantly hitting the nose quickly made the blush spread along Zhou Changming's cheeks to the base of his ears.

Lin Chushu, his smell——

It smells good.

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