After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Qiao He felt like he was going crazy.

He rushed into the hall, picked up Elder Xingmu who was meditating in the south room, and asked in panic, "Elder, why has the sundial needle in the star formation been turned!?"

"Don't be impatient, head, what are you talking about..." Xing Mu was a little deaf, but was suddenly pulled up by Qiao He, and his head was still not clear.

"The formation has already started, and the pointer has been moved! What's going on?" Qiao He's face was pale. If someone else broke into the formation by mistake, then everything would be over.

"What!?" Xingmu also went crazy at the moment, "This star array is not allowed to enter by anyone, I don't believe it! Let me see!"

Immediately, he impatiently grabbed the XingXiu short staff and almost tripped over the threshold. Qiao He hurriedly helped him up, and said worriedly, "Elder, don't be impatient..."

"Why is this safe!" Elder Xingmu rushed out in a hurry without looking back.

Qiao He: "..."

Jiang Yufeng didn't know why he was pulled here by the star formation. He coughed twice, only to feel the strong smell of rancidity and blood pouring straight into his nose.

Breathless.

He felt that his stature was not as tall as before, and he looked more youthful and thin. Wearing a dark red crane cloak with dark lines, he looked like a young man in fresh clothes and angry horse.

Jiang Yufeng looked at his blurred reflection in the ditch with dead rats floating in it, and couldn't help but be speechless, when was this him?So tender, as if only seventeen or eighteen.

But why doesn't he seem to have this memory?

After he was reborn into this body in Zeshan, he occasionally remembered many childhood events, as if he had experienced them himself.

But from this moment until he was reborn, he seemed to be unable to recall anything at all.

Is this the backtracking of the Stargate? Now here is...the plague...

He looked at the blood on the ground and the mourning banners fluttering in the wind. The eerie silence permeated the whole village. Jiang Yufeng walked forward slowly, but suddenly he saw a person rushing out of the house crookedly. All of a sudden fell in front of him.

Half of the man's body was almost boneless, rotten flesh fell from his face, and he was panting heavily with his eyes open.

But his breathing became weaker and weaker, until blood flowed out of his mouth and completely blocked his trachea before he completely calmed down.

Jiang Yufeng swallowed silently, only feeling that he had really seen the purgatory on earth. Although he knew the horror of this plague, it had a greater impact than what he saw with his own eyes standing here now.

Where is Song Bihui?

At the moment, there was only this voice left in his mind.

He held his nose and walked forward quickly, while searching for places where there was still yang energy, but when he suddenly passed an alley, he suddenly stopped.

At the entrance of the alley, a figure was slowly walking by. The man was wearing a blue Taoist robe, covering the familiar curtain fence. He was standing there, not knowing what he was doing.

Fu Ming...

"Ah!" Jiang Yufeng was startled suddenly, and immediately hid in the room beside him.

The room was already empty, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of ash. He resisted the urge to cough and jammed the door latch, but suddenly he touched a mask hanging on the shelf.

As expected, Fuming had something to do with this plague, Jiang Yufeng thought silently, holding the mask in his hand.

He was born out of resentment and darkness in people's hearts, and the plague most breeds despair, fear and betrayal... If he really absorbed this soaring resentment, it would not be difficult for him to ascend to immortality.

Then his purpose...to kill the whole city?Jiang Yufeng felt his heart skip a beat.

According to what Huai Xu said earlier, it was Qiao He who saved Song Bihui, but why can't he sense any of Qiao He's breath now?

Where are they?

Jiang Yufeng held his breath, restrained his breath, and listened to the sound of footsteps outside slowly passing by.

At that moment, he quickly washed off the mask and put it on silently.

At this moment, it is absolutely impossible to attract this person's attention, otherwise it will be troublesome.

After a long time, he looked through the gap of the window, and found that a strange charred bone had suddenly appeared in the place where Fu Ming had been.

This animal... Jiang Yufeng cursed in his heart, immediately turned over and went out of the window, and continued to search for it all the way south.

He almost walked through dozens of houses, all of which were empty, with dead poultry piled up together, and the house was pitch black, exuding an indescribable stench.

Apparently it was the smell of decay after death.

He pursed his lips lightly, but suddenly he noticed a faint trace of life behind the crack of the door of the last room. In this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, it seemed that this was the only living thing other than him.

This simply surprised Jiang Yufeng. He stepped forward and quickly opened the door panel, but suddenly saw a thin figure curled up inside, hiding in the darkness.

The child was a dirty kitten with a sickly flush on his face.

He wanted to gently lift the child out, but the child was extremely sensitive.

When Jiang Yufeng's fingertips almost touched his skin, he woke up suddenly, and immediately shrank to the corner with a horrified grunt.

"Don't eat me..." The child's trembling and frightened voice sounded softly, and he fixed his eyes on the person in front of him, with misty eyes.

"Who wants to eat you?" Jiang Yufeng could only ask slowly.

But the child just looked at him in horror and vigilance, as if judging whether there was murderous hostility in his eyes.

Are you so alert at such a young age?

"I don't eat people." Jiang Yufeng said lightly, "You come with me, the people here are all dead, and if you don't leave, you will end up with the same fate as them."

"Uh..." The child hesitated for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand slightly.

And Jiang Yufeng moved more neatly, seeing that he was finally relaxing, he hugged him from the corner.

At the moment, he only felt that the child was very thin, his weight was like a piece of paper, and his face was dusty, and he couldn't tell much about it.

Could this be Song Bihui?Jiang Yufeng was suspicious, and reached out to pat his bony back.

"Xiaohuamao, what's your name?" He asked softly, with a much gentler tone, teasing him with a smile.

The child didn't seem to expect that this person would say such a thing, and his ears and neck were red all over, "I'm not, I'm not a little cat."

"Then who are you?" Jiang Yufeng asked.

At that moment, he turned his face to the side, as if he didn't want to talk to Jiang Yufeng anymore because he couldn't say it.

Jiang Yufeng had no choice but to drag him up, stared at him for a while, and then called out with certainty, "I will return..."

This stubborn temper can be seen as Song Bihui at first glance, so he has no choice but to run away.

Sure enough, the child's eyes widened immediately, and he looked at him in surprise, as if he was very surprised why this stranger knew his name, "Why do you..."

"I just know." He snorted triumphantly.

But Jiang Yufeng was still stuck in a doubt.

Didn't Huai Xu say that Song Bihui was rescued by Qiao He?He couldn't have changed his life by doing this, but after thinking about it, he was taken aback by his own thoughts.

How about leaving Song Bihui behind now?Then the sound transmission asked the senior brother to come?

He was holding the child in his hand, tangled in his heart, but Song Bihui stepped forward weakly and hugged him around his neck.

Jiang Yufeng paused, and suddenly realized that Song Bihui's body was extremely hot. He gasped for breath, as if he was having a fever.

never mind.Whatever fate he has.

Jiang Yufeng hugged Song Bihui a little tighter, and said lightly, "Let's go..."

His tone was downplaying, but at this moment Song Bihui felt a heavy weight in his heart. He buried his face on the side of this man's neck and felt a faint scent of gardenia and sandalwood.

The young man's neck was slender and fair, and the ends of his hair were hanging down, causing him to unconsciously reach out and grab a lock of long hair.

But the man gave a low laugh, and said softly, "The problem of cheap hands has been peeing since childhood."

Song Bihui knew it was not a good word, but he still didn't let go, he just obediently buried his face deeper.At this moment, he seemed to be a person drifting on the sea, with only a piece of driftwood in his hand.

The person holding him is his only hope.

Jiang Yufeng found an old house, which seemed to be vacant, and there were some leftover firewood piled in the corner, which might be the temporary residence of some woodcutter.

He supported Song Bihui with one hand, and slowly drew a talisman with the other.

His body is still a teenager, and his mana doesn't seem to be as strong as when he was a Zhesui Xianjun.

However, some simple net characters can still be used.

Song Bihui watched in amazement that the bed in front of him and the surrounding environment instantly became clean, and his eyes widened immediately.

Song Bihui was quite funny when he was a child, Jiang Yufeng secretly rejoiced, and with a slight hook of his fingertip, a bird flew out of the talisman, flapped its wings and landed on Song Bihui's shoulder.

He was startled and avoided it, only to find that the bird only stayed for a moment before disappearing into the air.

Immediately lost again.

This child has been really difficult to serve since he was a child. He obviously likes it very much, but he also feels cautiously flattered. The more he likes it, the more he wants to push him away.

Jiang Yufeng didn't understand either.

He put Song Bihui on the couch, and asked him slowly, "Why did you think I wanted to eat you?"

"Uh..." He was silent for a long time, but his eyes were red, "It's very common to eat people... They say that being eaten by them is what we should do."

"Uh..." Jiang Yufeng looked at him with lowered eyes, as if he couldn't see sadness or joy in his eyes, "Who are they?"

Song Bihui gritted his teeth and said nothing, his lips were pale and his expression was a bit hazy.

"You still can't trust me, it really hurts my heart." Jiang Yufeng pretended to be wronged, "If you don't say it, don't say it, it's a pity that I have such a sincere heart..."

"I said!" Song Bihui suddenly grabbed his clothes and opened his mouth with difficulty, "It's my father..."

This made Jiang Yufeng stunned. Did his father actually want to eat his son when there was no food for the plague?

This is too unbelievable, too cruel...

Song Bihui curled up and seemed completely insecure now.

Even his own family would attack him, who else in this world would treat him with sincerity.

But Jiang Yufeng just went out without a word, brought a basin of clean water over after a while, dipped a handkerchief in clean water and wiped his face.

The clean water in this place was polluted, so he had no choice but to use the water talisman again, Song Bihui was having a fever at the moment, so it would be better to use some cold water to compress it.

After wiping off the ashes on his face, Jiang Yufeng finally saw that fair and immature face clearly. When Song Bihui was a child, he looked like a jade man carved in powder, but he looked weak and thin.

"What about your mother?" He opened his mouth softly. Mothers in this world would never be so cruel.

But Song Bihui's eyes turned red instantly, he trembled slightly, his voice was almost indistinct, "Mother has been..."

Jiang Yufeng just felt bad at the moment, so he hurriedly stepped forward to hug him and covered his mouth gently, coaxing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, darling, let's not talk..."