The system takes the poor cub to find his father

Suddenly, a breeze blew by quietly, and without warning, a strange and rich fragrance filled the air.

Wu Ze was suddenly startled. Years of escape had given him an extraordinary keen sense of danger. He instantly realized that the situation was not good and immediately held his breath.

However, it was too late. The strange fragrance seemed to have life, and it quickly penetrated into his respiratory tract and merged into his blood. His body began to feel extremely heavy, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

...

The sky was dark and black clouds were rolling, as if a huge lead plate was pressing heavily between heaven and earth.

Wu Ze was in a mess, running wildly in the winding and deep alley with a vigilant look. His clothes were ragged and torn by sharp stones and thorns. The wounds were shocking, and blood kept oozing out of his skin, leaving a trail of mottled bloodstains behind him.

As a descendant of the witch clan, he carried the family's secret mission and desperately escaped from the dark exile place, thinking that he could have a glimmer of hope, but he did not expect that what greeted him was an even more dangerous and desperate situation.

Behind him, the shouts and footsteps of the officers and soldiers intertwined and pressed forward step by step, making his heart beat faster and faster, almost bursting through his chest.

Just when Wu Ze felt that his physical strength was about to be completely exhausted and his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, a low wall suddenly appeared in front of him. He had no time to think, so he gritted his teeth, used up his last bit of strength and jumped over the wall.

The moment he landed, his wounds vibrated violently, causing him to groan in agony. Blood quickly seeped through his tattered clothes, staining a large, blinding red area.

He struggled to stand up, looked around, and found himself in a remote and desolate courtyard. In the corner, a few withered flowers and plants shivered in the cold wind, lifeless.

The yard was dead silent, with only a slightly shabby house with its doors and windows closed, quietly staring at everything.

Wu Ze dragged his injured body and staggered slowly towards the house.

There was a dead silence all around, as if time had frozen. After an unknown amount of time, Wu Ze slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a simple wooden bed. The wounds on his body had been bandaged, but every time he breathed, he still felt a dull pain in the wounds.

The sunlight shines through the tattered window paper and onto the ground, forming irregular spots of light, like a broken dream.

"Brother Wu, you finally woke up!" A childish and surprised voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Wu Ze turned his head and saw a thin little boy standing beside the bed, his eyes sparkling with excitement and joy, which was particularly dazzling in the slightly dim room.

Mingxu looked at Wu Ze who had just woken up, and an indescribable complex emotion surged in his heart, including joy, excitement, and more importantly, anticipation for the future.

He could never have imagined that fate could be so magical that he actually returned to his previous life, back to the crucial moment when he first met Wu Ze.

At this time, Wu Ze had just escaped from the land of exile after a narrow escape from death, and his body was covered with wounds and in a state of humiliation;

And I was just a 4-year-old child who was not loved by my family because of my taciturn personality. In this huge house, I was like a forgotten dust.

In Mingxu's memory, Wu Ze was the most crucial helper in his ascending the throne and controlling the world in his previous life.

Without Wu Ze, there would be no glory and honor for him later.

Thinking of this, a hint of determination flashed in Mingxu's eyes, and he became more attentive.

He ran away with childish steps, tiptoeing with difficulty, stretching his arms as hard as he could, opened the drawer, and took out the wound medicine and gauze from it. Then, he held them carefully in both hands, as if they were rare treasures, and came to Wu Ze.

"Brother Wu, Xu'er is here to change the medicine for you." Mingxu said with an innocent smile on his face, and was about to reach out to uncover Wu Ze's blood-stained clothes.

Wu Ze frowned slightly, looking at the little boy in front of him who was unusually enthusiastic, and an inexplicable strange feeling surged in his heart.

Without warning, another little boy suddenly appeared in his mind. That boy was always arrogant and had a bad temper. Every time he saw him get hurt, he would be angry and call him "silly brother".

Then, while cursing, she hurriedly applied medicine to him. Her seemingly rough actions concealed deep concern and worry.

Wu Ze suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if a sharp weapon was stirring in his mind. The image of the little boy appeared vaguely in his mind and could not be clearly seen.

He subconsciously avoided Mingxu's movements and took the golden wound medicine and white cloth from him. His voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of hard-to-disguise vigilance: "I'll do it myself."

"Brother Wu, you are seriously injured. Don't be polite. Let Xu'er bandage your wound. Don't worry, Brother Wu. Xu'er is very experienced. Look, I tied the bow on my arm myself! Isn't it amazing?"

As Mingxu spoke, he raised his arm to show the bandage on his arm. There were stains of blood on it, which looked particularly glaring against the white bandage.

Wu Ze looked at the child in front of him who was trying hard to show himself and win his trust, and the strange feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He always felt that the soul and body of this child did not seem to match. The maturity and enthusiasm beyond his age made him instinctively feel deeply alert.

He calmly moved his body again, increasing the distance between him and Mingxu, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Mingxu's wrist with lightning speed.

Mingxu's wrist was tightly grasped by Wu Ze's powerful hand. He gasped in pain, groaned inwardly, and almost couldn't help cursing.

"How do you know my last name is Wu? Who are you?" There was a flash of coldness in Wu Ze's eyes, and the hand that gripped Mingxu's wrist became stronger and stronger, as if he wanted to crush his bones.

Mingxu's heart tightened, and he suddenly woke up from his dream.

He realized that he was so excited about returning to his previous life that he lost himself in thought and completely forgot that Wu Ze at this moment was still the elder brother Wu who was loyal to him and always put him first in everything.

This was the first time they met each other. It was undoubtedly an extremely abnormal thing that a 4-year-old kid like him could accurately call out the last name that he wanted to hide the most. No wonder Wu Ze became suspicious and even wanted to kill him.

Mingxu's brain was working rapidly, like a high-speed gear, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation to dispel Wu Ze's doubts. However, Wu Ze's grip was getting tighter and tighter, and he felt as if his wrist was being clamped tightly by a pair of pliers, and his bones were about to be crushed.

Facing Wu Ze's eyes that were as cold as ice and filled with murderous intent, Mingxu's body stiffened instantly as if he was cast under a spell, and fear completely submerged him like a tide.

Wu Ze's big hand slowly moved towards Mingxu's neck. Mingxu closed his eyes in horror. He never thought that he would die at the hands of the person he once trusted the most, relied on the most and regarded as his brother when he returned to his previous life with great expectations, wanting to change his fate and rewrite his life.

If only he could go back one hour!

Just when Mingxu was about to suffocate and his consciousness was gradually fading, he suddenly felt the pressure on his neck miraculously disappear. He opened his eyes carefully, only to see Wu Ze also fainted beside him.

Mingxu stretched out his tender little white hand in disbelief, and looked at it back and forth in front of his eyes, as if to confirm whether all this was real.

Outside the door, there was a familiar owl cry, the sound echoing in the silent air, seeming particularly eerie and strange. He suddenly realized that he had actually returned to an hour ago.

Mingxu looked at the unconscious Wu Ze beside him, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He resented Wu Ze's cruelty and ruthlessness just now, and was shocked and confused by the magical ability he possessed.

As long as he has something in mind, time will go back to the past.