Chapter 394 Who took the protagonist's script

Wuxie thought silently, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, then spoke in a faint voice.

"People grow up. If he's been walking me around like a dog for so long and I still can't react, I might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill myself.

Let that old guy keep doing what he wants. Sooner or later, he'll destroy the uncle-nephew relationship between him and me. Then I'll find an opportunity to kill him while he's still sick, remove his oxygen tube, and then naturally inherit his estate."

Fatty Wang also nodded in agreement, thinking of the scene when he and Wuxie went to the hospital to visit Wu Sansheng the day before yesterday, and spoke with a gloating expression on his face.

"Third Uncle is really tough. The day before yesterday, Tianzhen and I went to the hospital to visit him. His left leg and right ankle were broken, his right arm was fractured, and his neck cartilage was bruised. He was in terrible condition."

"By the way, how did he get injured?"

Zhang Hailou asked with great interest. He had noticed Wu Xie's calm and composed tone when he talked about Wu Sanxing's injury, and he already had a guess in his mind.

Good man, could it be that you were the one who injured your third uncle this time?

I really can't tell that you are this kind of person. Your third uncle is so filial to you that he almost died.

"Actually, this was an accident. I stayed up late to write a novel that day, and I wasn't in a good mood when I woke up in the morning. When I was going down the stairs, I was distracted and lost my footing, and I almost fell down.

Fortunately, my third uncle was walking in front of me at the time. When I fell, he helped me to fall down. Nothing happened to me, but I felt sorry for my third uncle.

This incident was all my fault because of my carelessness. If I had been more careful, Uncle San wouldn't have had to stay in the hospital."

As Wuxie spoke, he pretended to take out a tissue and tapped the corner of his eye, looking like a filial son and grandson who felt guilty and worried about his elders.

Fatty Wang next to him also joined in the performance at this time, patted his shoulder with his hand, and uttered words of comfort.

"It's not your fault, Tian Nai. No one can predict the unexpected, right? We all understand. You don't have to be moved by your Third Uncle. He owes you this."

Wuxie and Fatty Wang looked at each other, and suddenly couldn't hold back their expressions anymore, and burst out laughing together.

Wuxie pushed Fatty Wang, then put his arm around his shoulders, and the two of them chatted about the novels they had recently become obsessed with.

"I read a novel about a real and fake young master a while ago. In that novel, the fake young master deliberately pushed the real young master down the stairs. The second male lead, unaware of the truth, joined the fake young master in condemning the real young master. That's what you said.

I never thought that life and fiction could be so similar."

"You also said that the other person did it on purpose, and you did it accidentally. How can they be the same?"

Fatty Wang looked righteous.

"Besides, didn't your Third Uncle also think that you fell because you didn't get enough rest and accidentally stepped on empty air?

When he was lying in the hospital bed, he was still comforting you that his fall was not serious and he would be fine after recuperation.

Thinking again of Wu Sansheng's expression of frustration and forbearance as he lay on the hospital bed, and had no choice but to compromise with them, Fatty Wang couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

"Fatty, you're right. My Third Uncle even felt that it was a good thing that he was the one taking the fall for me. Otherwise, I might be injured worse than him. If I had accidentally hit my head, it would have been even worse.

He really, really touched me...I cried my heart out!"

Wuxie said these touching words while wiping away the one or two tears that had seeped out of the corners of his eyes from trying to hold back his laughter.

"Brother Wuxie, speaking of the similarities between fiction and reality, I remembered something."

Nan Xihe interrupted at this time, sighed slightly, and spoke with some regret.

"You all know that I'm now an outsider of the Zhang family, so you didn't know much about me before. Brother Lou should know a little bit."

“I was an orphan before. When I was in college, I accidentally revealed that I had a special bloodline, and then I was captured by the Wang family and used as an experimental subject.

To be honest, I still don’t know how I was exposed, but that doesn’t matter.

Not long after I was captured, the Mo Yu and Mo Lan elders descended like gods from the sky, bringing people to rescue me from the dire straits and taking me into the Zhang family.

Thinking of the scene of that year, Nan Xihe still feels a surge of emotion.

"At that time, I was wondering if I would be the legendary destined protagonist?

After all, it's well known that when Heaven bestows a great responsibility upon a protagonist, it must first make his heart and mind suffer, his muscles and bones toil, his body empty, and his actions frustrated. Then, in the midst of danger, opportunity will come, and Heaven will open a backdoor, granting him a golden finger, a grandfather, and all the amazing background arrangements."

Nan Xihe became more and more excited as he spoke, and he slapped Zhang Chulan, who was silently eating melons beside him, on the shoulder. Zhang Chulan grimaced in disbelief.

"Brother, be gentle. It's not your shoulder. You don't have to feel bad if you pat it, right?"

Nan Xihe did not respond to him, but spoke with excitement and regret on her face.

"You know what? When I first saw your uncle, I felt that he must be a martial arts master. At that time, I was desperate to ask the clan leader to be my master, but the clan leader just didn't agree!

If he had agreed, I might have really become the protagonist of the Grassroots Rise series."

"Huh, that's it? I was saying I was the protagonist..."

Zhang Chulan rubbed his shoulders, drooped his eyes, and looked at him with contempt and speechlessness.

"I've never seen another relative since I was little. I've been practicing martial arts with my grandfather and father since I was young. I've moved frequently with them, leading a life of wandering and hiding my identity.

By the time he was seven, he had become an orphan: his grandfather had died, his father had disappeared, he was miserable, and his family was broken.

My grandfather told me since I was a child that I should not expose my uniqueness in front of others. If a tree stands out in the forest, the wind will surely destroy it.

In addition, I guess that grandpa and his people have enemies outside, the kind that we can't defeat, otherwise they wouldn't have been hiding all those years.

So I temporarily gave up my cultivation and endured for 12 years as an ordinary person.

He has practiced unusual martial arts, but cannot display them in front of ordinary people. No matter how many setbacks and difficulties he encounters, no matter how much injustice he suffers, he can only endure it and not fight back, swallowing his anger.

After finally working and earning enough money to get into university, I discovered that someone was secretly observing me. The gaze hiding in the darkness was like a leech attached to my bones, making me nervous and not daring to reveal any flaws.

I just want to ask, with this experience, am I unworthy of being the protagonist? Who here could be as miserable as me?

"Someone is watching you in the dark? When did this happen? Why didn't you tell your family?"

When Zhang Hailou heard Zhang Chulan say at the end that someone was watching him in the dark, he instantly thought of the Wang family.

Although he knew that the Wang family had been liquidated by the bigwigs of the family, his sensitive nerves were still aroused. He subconsciously put on a serious expression and sat up straight.