At this point, will persuasion be useful?

He might get so nervous that his face twitches if he talks to someone for a few more words!

The system seemed to have fallen into disrepair, and it took a long time for it to respond: [If you refuse the ultimate mission, you will be fast-forwarded to the original owner's ending. Do you want to fast-forward?]

The ending of itself? The ending of itself?

[No no no no no! ]

Yan Huailiu's lips trembled with excitement.

Who wants to fast forward to the ending where the body’s hands and feet are torn off and brutally tortured for eight years before being dismembered by wild dogs?

He is just an ordinary social phobic, not a masochist!

Being forced to fight for his own life, Yan Huailiu lit a stick of incense for himself in his heart.

The current situation doesn't allow him to think too much. Now that things have come to this, he should try to regain as much favor as possible!

He leaned over and gritted his teeth to help the person up from the ground, his hands shaking.

Maybe because he knelt in the heavy rain for too long, the body he touched was cold.

Gu Xingyun's entire body was covered with dirt and grass debris, making him look even more miserable, like a stray dog ​​ravaged by a storm.

After being helped up, Gu Xingyun continued to apologize numbly, his eyes empty and without any focus: "Master, I know I was wrong, and I will never dare to do it again next time."

You know shit!

Yan Huailiu has always been soft-hearted and couldn't stand this kind of situation the most. He was so angry that he cursed in his heart.

What's wrong with that!

What's wrong with learning to wield a sword?

Your only mistake was that you were blind and took Yan Huailiu as your master!

Yan Huailiu looked at Gu Xingyun with extremely complicated feelings.

He really felt sorry for this poor little thing who had been tortured for five years for no reason.

Gu Xingyun is just a child who has just reached adulthood now.

Five years ago, full of enthusiasm, I came to Yuxu Sect and became a disciple of Yan Huailiu, thinking that I would have a mentor to teach me and a sect to stay in from then on. Who knew that I was like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth, and my hopes were crushed into pieces bit by bit, and I couldn't even get them together.

It's really not easy to endure for a few more years before turning evil.

But even though he is pitiful now, he will definitely not be soft-hearted when he turns into a villain and tortures this cannon fodder in the future.

Yan Huailiu had a headache and his heartbeat started to quicken.

Fortunately, Gu Xingyun didn't dare to look up at this moment, otherwise he would definitely notice his face distorted with nervousness.

He tentatively activated the spiritual energy in his body and helped Gu Xingyun clean off the dirt on his body with a slightly unfamiliar attitude.

He helped him dry his clothes, hesitated for a moment, took off his cloak and tied it on Gu Xingyun.

Gu Xingyun's initial numbness gradually turned into shock.

When he lowered his eyes, he saw a pair of slender hands with slender joints and a faint fragrance moving quickly under his chin, tying a crooked knot.

He was surrounded by a strange smell, which was warm, but the smell made him feel nauseous and wanted to vomit.

What new method has Master come up with to torture him?

Is it to give some sweet treats first and then start with more terrible abuse?

Gu Xingyun's body was tense, his breathing was disordered, and he closed his eyes waiting for new punishment to come.

Yan Huailiu was completely unaware of this and turned around immediately after he felt that he had gained some favorability.

Without even looking at Gu Xingyun, he said, "Forget it, go back." Then he strode away, his back revealing a rare panic.

Gu Xingyun stood there for a long time, until the only sounds in his ears were the sound of wind and rain and his own breathing, then he dared to open his eyes.

After confirming that Yan Huailiu would not come back, his eyes changed from confusion to disgust, and he left with his legs stiff from kneeling.

After successfully finding his residence according to his original body's memory, Yan Huailiu closed the door and lay directly on the bed.

I wrapped myself up in a ball with the quilt, and only then did I feel a little safer.

With a look of dejection, he poked the system: "Are you there? A Tamagotchi? So I'm dead?"

System: "...Host, please maintain the minimum respect for the system. System 8303 will answer your questions: Yes, you died, and then transmigrated into a book."

"Why me!" Yan Huailiu almost shouted.

"The Book Transmigration Bureau will carefully examine every qualified person who transmigrates. You meet the three important conditions for transmigration: having the same name and surname, being extremely dissatisfied with the original work, and having your life in imminent danger."

Yan Huailiu was very tired. He didn't understand what this operation was and didn't want to understand.

"Can't you just send me back and get someone else? I have to finish that code today or I won't have food to eat for the next month."

8303: "Please rest assured, host. Your life in your original world has ended. You don't need to worry about trivial issues like whether you can eat."

Yan Huailiu: ...

Perhaps his resentment was too deep, so the system quickly provided additional explanation.

"If the host can successfully complete the task of preventing the protagonists from turning evil and reforming the villains in this world, they will receive unexpectedly generous rewards and have the opportunity to be sent back to their original world and successfully extend their lifespan~"

"I'm socially anxious. Do you know what social anxiety is? I have serious social barriers! I don't know how to get along with people normally. And you want me to influence the villains? I can't influence a damn thing!"

Yan Huailiu almost broke down and cried.

"I believe the host will definitely overcome these minor difficulties. The system shows that there is an update. Do you want to upgrade? Yes, the update time is uncertain. I hope the host can live a good life. Goodbye."

Yan Huailiu didn't even have a chance to interrupt, and the conversation ended unilaterally.

"No, electronic... 8303? Are you kidding me? Disconnected right at the start? Where's your complaint button? I want to complain!"

No matter how he shouted, the system didn't respond at all.

Yan Huailiu lay down resignedly, cursing the damn system countless times in his heart.

At this time, there should be a bottle of wine for him to drink while mourning the current overly tragic script.

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