In the days of being a master for the male protagonist

The book "Killing" was given to Su Qinghuai by an old man who ran into a street vendor on his way home from get off work and saw that he was destined.

I didn't pay attention at the time, so I took it and thanked you in a hurry and left.

When I got home and lay on the bed, I realized, what kind of book is this? Turning over is a piece of blank paper.

"Oh, it's quite noisy."

Su Qinghuai thought she was being tricked, so she casually threw it on the bedside table without paying attention. After taking a shower, she lay down on the bed, feeling exhausted all day, and soon fell asleep.

In the haze, he felt his body getting lighter and lighter, until finally his soul left his body and floated into the air.

In a daze, he even saw his sleeping face on the bed, and his heart was filled with horror, and his drowsiness disappeared in an instant; "Hey, hey, don't!"

He kept waving his hands in mid-air, screaming, and finally he felt his eyes go dark, and he completely lost consciousness.

Both hands were still in the posture of Erkang's hand. When Su Qinghuai regained consciousness again, he subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed it upwards.

But there was no ethereal feeling before the consciousness dissipated. Apart from a little headache, people didn't feel any other discomfort.

Before he could figure out the situation, Su Qinghuai raised his hands and rubbed his swollen head and sat up.

After sitting up, the hand supporting the bed scratched subconsciously; "This touch, when did my Simmons bed become so hard."

After blinking his sore eyes a few times, he looked up at the bed, table, chair, and various layouts in the room.

"I... rub!"

How could he not be shocked by the strange room with ancient decoration, where is this?Isn't he sleeping at home, who brought him here?

"it's me……"

An immature voice like a mosquito sounded from behind Su Qinghuai, and the tone was a little guilty.

Turning around suddenly, Su Qinghuai saw clearly who was behind him.

A New Year's picture doll the size of an elf flew in the air, wearing a red bellyband, with a pink and jade-carved appearance that was a little festive.

But at this moment, Su Qinghuai was not happy at all, and even a little scared, what the hell is this?

"You are? Why did you bring me here?"

Su Qinghuai was actually afraid in his heart, but he couldn't show fear, otherwise the other party would know that he was afraid, and he would have already lost in terms of arrogance.

But You Tong knew clearly that he was afraid, in order not to make him more afraid, he did not reveal the fact that he was afraid.

One person and one book spirit, one tried to cover up, and the other pretended not to know.

"I am the book spirit of "Killing". You can call me Youtong. You are in the book right now."

You Tong looked at Su Qinghuai with a guilty conscience, and explained that his target was actually the old Wang next door to Su Qinghuai, but he mistook the person and gave the book to Su Qinghuai by mistake...

People have come, and he has no extra spiritual power to change people, so he can only pin his hopes on Su Qinghuai.

Su Qinghuai stared at You Tong suspiciously, no matter how he looked at him, he didn't look like a good person.

"Why did you bring me into the book?"

Even though he's here, Su Qinghuai still intends to figure things out, and can't just go through this in an unclear way.

After such a big meeting, he didn't seem to be so afraid anymore.

Seeing that he was not so tense, You Tong took advantage of the situation and told him the ins and outs.

Su Qinghuai heard half-knowledge that Youtong is a book spirit, but the plot line of this book collapsed, and this illusory world will soon gradually collapse, that is, perish.

His mind and soul were damaged, his memory disappeared, and he couldn't continue to take the plot to stabilize the world, so he used his last spiritual power to find a person who was going to take the plot in another world, which is himself at this moment.

"Wait! You mean, you brought me in with your last spiritual power?"

Su Qinghuai's focus here, does that mean he can't go back?

Youtong rolled his eyes and didn't dare to look directly at Su Qinghuai. He lowered his head and picked at his little finger; "It's not that I can't go back, I will gradually recover after following the plot, and I can send you back when the time comes."

But the premise is to follow the plot...

Su Qinghuai didn't notice that the other party could hear his heartfelt voice, but looked at You Tong without saying a word, and stared at him firmly. In the end, he spent an hour digesting this bizarre incident, and then he had no choice but to compromise.

"Tell me, how to do it?"

Fortunately, the identity Youtong randomly chose for him is fairly reliable, not to mention having the same name and surname as himself, he is also the peak master of Qinghong Sword Sect Chunyang Peak, so he can be considered an individual.

"You help me find the male lead, then assist him in the plot and protect him from death."

The reason why this world collapsed was also because of the death of the hero in the original plot, as for why You Tong couldn't remember.

It sounds very simple, and there is no difficulty. I don't know how the original owner's cultivation is, but it shouldn't be too bad to be the master of the peak.

Su Qinghuai nodded; "Okay, where to find it."

Seeing that he didn't refuse, Youtong's small body like a lotus root relaxed accordingly.

He landed on the table and sat cross-legged; "There is a red cloud-shaped birthmark on the male protagonist's left buttock. According to the setting, he is the only one in this continent."

This is a bit of setting that he racked his brains to think of recently, and it has become the key to finding a male lead at this moment.

Su Qinghuai didn't quite understand; "So... you want me to find the male lead through this?"

Growing up in that kind of place, how can he find him so that he will not be regarded as a pervert?

To know if there is, you have to ask first, and then watch to confirm, who would be so...generous...

Su Qinghuai's words failed to get You Tong's answer, and the slight sound of footsteps outside the house came to his ears, so he hurriedly took the opportunity to escape.

Although others couldn't see him, he had said what he had to say, and if he stayed any longer, he was afraid that Su Qinghuai would ask other questions, and he would be embarrassed if he couldn't say anything.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a knock on the door after You Tong left, and Su Qinghuai looked at the place where he disappeared angrily, then straightened her middle coat, and sat down in front of the table when she was in danger.

Su Qinghuai had some memories, but not completely. He maintained his aloofness and aloofness, poured a cup of tea, and said, "Come in..."

Sipping the tea in his cup, under his casual gaze, two figures gradually walked out of the door.

"Master, Uncle Huo is here."

Xia Yu was the only apprentice under the original master's seat. Beside him was walking up to a figure, wearing azure blue robes and a light shirt over his head.

"Qinghuai..."

Seeing the person at the table, Huo Wenwen showed a big smile on his fair and youthful handsome face.

Then he strode closer and sat down beside Su Qinghuai. It was this familiar smile that evoked the memory about him in Su Qinghuai's mind.

Signaling Xia Yu to retreat, Su Qinghuai looked at the original owner's only close friend, Huo Wenwen, the owner of Taixu Peak.

Maybe because he is a doctor, this person should be an optimist, relatively kind, with a very contagious smile on his face, and his mood will be inexplicable... followed by a lot of joy.