The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Fang Cun hid in a corner, watching Chang Qizhi pour a whole bowl of hot soup into Anu's mouth, using violence and toughness.

Anu was lying in the tub, powerless to resist, when he was struggling hard, he saw Fang Cun from the corner of his eyes, and there was some light in his eyes, a glimmer of hope.

Anu's lips moved slightly, and his bloody arm was slightly raised towards Fang Cun, his eyes were full of begging, "Help me..."

Chang Qizhi stopped his movements, followed Anu's eyes to look over, found Fang Cun's figure, and asked, "Why are you sneaking around?"

Fang Cun took out a black pen from his cuff, "You dropped the pen."

"Thank you, let's put it away." Chang Qi pinched Anu's face with one hand, and held the soup in the other. He really couldn't hold his hands free, so he glanced at the chopping board next to the bathtub, and signaled Fang Cun to put it down.

When Fang Cun walked over, he paid more attention to Anu. Anu was already weak, and now he has been tortured beyond human appearance. Fang Cun knew that he was powerless to save him, so he sighed and put the pen on the chopping board.

"Wow—!"

The hand that was always wet grabbed Fang Cun's wrist, broke his hand away, and snatched the pen.

Unable to respond, Anu pointed the pen tip at his palm and swiped heavily.

Chang Qizhi cursed inwardly, then stretched out his hand and grabbed Anu, forcing him to put down the pen, but Anu ignored the pain and tried his best to write the words stroke by stroke in his hand. He didn't care if he stabbed into the flesh.

Drops of blood fell into the water, and there was a soft sound like silky spring rain falling into the river, and then there was no sound.

After the last word was engraved, Chang Aizhi pulled his hand through forcefully, and on the palm, there were four words, 'Chang Aizhi, die. '

Chang Aizhi gritted his teeth and said, "You lied to me again, you remember everything."

The wrist creaked, as if it was about to be crushed, but Anu didn't seem to feel the pain, and raised his head with a sarcasm, "I remember, so what."

"Between the money!"

"Bah—!"

Anu stabbed the pen into his neck fiercely, and a splash of blood gushed out, hitting Chang Aizhi's face straight, and the warm water in the bathtub was quickly stained red with blood.

Anu smiled bitterly, put his hands on the bathtub, closed his eyes, and the word 'death' appeared on the palm of the magic circle, the aperture rotated rapidly, and a strong wind blew up everything in the room, even the clothes of a square inch There was a sound of blowing, the hair fluttered wildly with the wind, and the surrounding white paper rolled, and a piercing whine sounded, and the dazzling gold wrapped the square inch.

The momentary brightness caused Fang Cun to close his eyes uncomfortably, and rubbed his frowning brows.

"Little Tianzun—" With a loud cry, Fang Cun was startled by the sudden appearance of the Duke of Earth, and took a big step back.

The land lord looked around at the mess, there was still a pool of blood and his precious son, and asked cautiously, "What are you doing to the child—?"

The Lord of the Land made a loud voice, and Qian Jian in the bathtub seemed to be woken up. He squinted his eyes in a daze at first, but when he lowered his head and saw himself soaked in a basin of blood, he immediately woke up with a spell. I imagined a set of clothes, neatly dressed, not stained with blood, and came out of the bathtub.

Qian Jian looked at the square inch in front of him, and saluted slightly, "Little Tianzun."

Fang Cun thought that Gan Ting was coming, and looked back, but there was no one behind him, pointing at himself in confusion, "Are you calling me?"

Qian nodded.

Fang Cun thought something was wrong, walked quickly to the bathtub, looked down at the blood-red reflection, it was too familiar, but the face reflected in his eyes was clearly Gan Ting's.

Fang Cun walked away from the tub like a ghost, and yelled loudly, "Chang Qizhi, what is this situation and how did I become Gan Ting."

No one responded, Chang Aizhi seemed to have disappeared from the world, Fang Cun called out again, "Chang Aman is you."

"It's risky to change your fate against the sky, but I'm just a melon eater, why do I have to suffer along with it, then there won't be two Gan Tings in this world." '

Fang Cun was about to cry, so he quickly put away the fountain pen that was the source of all evil, and wanted to check on Gan Ting's situation.

As soon as he pushed open the door, Fang Cun's eyes went dark, and he collided with the oncoming person by coincidence, and when he raised his head in pain, it was his own handsome face.

"square."

Before Gan Ting could speak, Fang Cun covered his mouth with his hand and stopped him softly, "Hush."

Fang Cun was sure that he had changed faces with the noble male protagonist, but before everything was settled, Fang Cun did not dare to say anything. After all, the author's pen that could call the wind and rain was left in his hand. There may be some storms.

Gan Ting pushed his hand away in disgust, wiped his mouth, "What happened?"

Fang Cun leaned closer to his ear, "I can't explain it clearly for a while, I will tell you later."

"Your Highness." Duke Tudi followed up from behind and bowed to Gan Ting, "Your Highness, forgive me, Xiaoxian came here because he saw that the child's life in the mortal world had expired."

Gan Ting frowned and said, "Your life is over? How is it possible, there are still three months."

"This..." The land man's face was ashen, and he asked, "Then what should I do?"

Gan Ting conceived a horoscope, engraved with the gear between Chang Aman and Qian, which was clearly still turning and never stopped. Gan Ting asked Qian Jian thoughtfully, "Do you still remember what happened in the mortal world?"

Qian Jian bowed his head and pondered for a moment, his mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything.

Gan Ting put away his horoscope, "I've never encountered such a difficult thing, how about this, go back to God Blessed Kingdom first, and stay in the human world for another three months, if there is nothing unusual after three months, then go back to the heaven Not too late."

Qian Jian thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes, Your Highness."

In order not to attract attention, a group of them chose to take a carriage. In the carriage, Qian Jian felt a little depressed, so he was alone, and Gan Ting and Fang Cun took one. The two of them sat facing each other, staring at each other. .

"No matter how I look at it, I think it's so creepy." Fang Cun was finally defeated, "Why don't we change it back."

Fang Cun took out the pen, and as soon as he put the pen on the rice paper, he retracted his hand in a timid way, "No, I found out, if it is a small matter, you can use this pen to solve it, but as long as it is a big matter, it will definitely be backlashed. gone."

Gan Ting gave him a disgusted look, "Then I'll do it."

Fang Cun held the pen in his arms like a treasure, "That's not okay either."

"If I come, I will be the one who suffers the backlash. What are you afraid of?"

Fang Cun said solemnly: "You and I were also outsiders just now, so we were recruited innocently. If this money goes crazy, no relatives will deny it, no way."

Gan Ting was helpless, "Then what do you say?"

"Let it be, what else can I do?" Fang Cun put the pen aside, propped his head up, and stared at Gan Ting intently.

Gan Ting was annoyed by his look, "Why are you looking at me?"

Fang Cun was amazed, full of narcissism, "Let me appreciate my own beauty, I didn't expect me to be so handsome, I am simply suave, handsome and unrestrained."

"It's a pity." Gan Ting shook his head pretending to sigh.

"What a pity?"

Gan Ting thought for a while, "He has a good face, but his brain is not very good."

Fang Cun let out a hey, and said educationally, "How do you talk, kid?"

"Stop it." Gan Ting tapped on the table in a good mood, "I'm the square inch now, I'm your brother."

Seeing that the brat was already yelling, Fang Cun opened his mouth to refute, but before he could open his mouth, there was a rush of horse crowing outside the carriage.

"Anu!"

Gan Ting lifted the curtain of the car, and Chang Aman was chasing after him. Gan Ting told the driver, "Keep going, don't stop."

"Yes." The coachman nodded and pulled the reins again, "Drive!"

The speed of the carriage was a little faster, and the bumps were very unstable, which made the carriage feel a little motion sickness.

Chang Aman riding a horse by himself was naturally faster than a carriage, so he quickly caught up and rode to Qianjian's carriage with difficulty, opened the curtain regardless of the danger, and handed Qianjian a blue flower.

"Before, I was blind. I didn't know that you were the prince of Tianyou Kingdom. I was lucky enough to meet you once. Let this flower be kept as a souvenir."

Qian Jian was a little worried and didn't reach out his hand. Chang Aman was too unstable to ride a horse with one hand and hold a flower in the other. Some stumbled as if he was about to fall. He said loudly: "Go on!"

Although Qian Jian didn't know what this person wanted to do, he kindly accepted it in such a difficult situation.

As soon as the hand holding Lan Hua was released, Chang'a relaxed his whole body in satisfaction, rolled off the horse, and lay down on the vast and boundless land to take a few breaths, feeling much more relieved.

Qian Jian looked at the flower in his hand in puzzlement. For some reason, he couldn't be happy looking at this flower. It may be because the flower has a very pungent rotten smell, which he didn't like very much, so he simply opened the side door. cushions, and pressed the flowers under the cushions.

Fang Cun, who is keen to eat melons, watched the entire live broadcast of chasing his wife, lifted the curtain with satisfaction, and sighed: "This Chang Aman is really pitiful. In the end, he lived in a cloud of fog and couldn't tell who he was."

Gan Ting snorted, "You don't have time to worry about others. How much better is our situation than him?"

"That's right." Fang Cun sat slumped on the cushion half-deadly, raised his head to the sky and shouted loudly, "Chang Qizhi, where have you been...Come back soon."

Gan Ting frowned, realizing that the matter was not simple, and sarcastically said: "Why didn't I know that your relationship with Chang Qizhi has warmed up so quickly these days?"

Fang Cun squinted his eyes and sized him up, then sat down next to him with a stern face, and put his hands on his shoulders with a smile, "Are you jealous again?"

Gan Ting knocked off his salty pig hand, "Let's go."

"Obviously you and I got into a fight a few days ago, and my ancestors are not as difficult to coax as you are." Fang Cun complained aggrievedly, seeing Gan Ting's eyes becoming more and more threatening, he immediately smiled hippie, "I'm just joking."

Gan Ting said angrily, "Have you ever asked Chang Qizhi how to change back to our situation?"

Fang Cun flattened his mouth, and said in disgust: "How could he know? If he knew, he wouldn't be defeated by a fake Chang Aman, so he could only write a new identity for himself."

"Then we want to continue like this?" Gan Ting was horrified at the thought of living with his square face, and vowed to put an end to this kind of thing, "There are still three months between the money, if we It hasn’t changed back yet, so I’ll write it.”

Seeing his righteous words, Fang Cun retorted: "Go and play, whatever you write, I will do it if you want to write it, even if you are backlashed, at most it will be like a long abandoned one, just leave here."

Gan Ting was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect Fang Cun to say that he was leaving here calmly. After a while, he nodded slightly, "Okay."