I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

In memory——

A seven-year-old child, his face covered in blood and his body covered in mud.

The shriveled little hands grabbed the man's wide sleeves, crying breathlessly and hiccuping in the process.

He couldn't see the face of the person in front of him, but he couldn't help being attracted to him. The man was shrouded in a dazzling light.

Her temperament is lonely, cold and noble, just like the white snow on the cliffs.

The male protagonist was wearing the robe of the Nine Palaces Immortal. Hearing this, he said nothing, but used his other hand to gently stroke the child's messy head.

The child could no longer suppress his fear and grabbed his sleeve and burst into tears.

"Master, my parents are dead, my aunt is dead, and Uncle Yang is dead too..."

"They say the good things in this world are not permanent. Even if one's journey to immortality eventually reaches its end, nothing lasts forever..."

"I don't understand, but I know they died because of me. I hurt them, but I don't want to die. I don't want to die..."

"I don't want to die, and I don't want them to die..."

He threw himself into his arms regardless of everything, hugged the man's swan-like neck, and refused to let go for a long time.

"Bang!"

This memory appeared in Ye Zhao's mind, and an invisible hand grabbed his heart.

A suffocating and dull feeling swept over him, making him want to escape urgently, so much so that he forcefully pried Hua Jingmian's hands apart.

He didn't even care about knocking over the teacup next to him.

Hua Jingmian seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. After he couldn't grab anything in his hands, he cried miserably.

Ye Zhao's sanity had not yet returned. Seeing him so miserable, he trembled and held his hands with his cold white hands.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here with you..."

After blurting out these words, Ye Zhao regained his senses.

Thinking back to the time when I couldn't control my behavior just now, I broke out in a cold sweat.

what's the situation?

Why is there an invisible force driving him to do something?

Possessed by a ghost?

"System, system?!"

Ye Zhao lost his composure and called out in his mind.

The system did not respond.

He shouted again.

Still no movement.

Finished!

I remembered that the system said there were some bugs in this world. Could it be that they haven't been fixed yet?

Unable to contact the system, he had no choice but to wait and see.

When the system has handled it, he will be contacted.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhao calmed down.

Looking at the seriously injured and unconscious Hua Jingmian, his long crow-feather eyelashes were still stained with undried tears.

Since his hands were soothed by her, Hua Jingmian finally calmed down and stopped crying.

However, thinking about what the immortal master said, the male protagonist’s situation is not optimistic.

That Nine Returning Pills.

If I remember correctly, he had three.

Ye Zhao thought so and pulled out a hand.

Hua Jingmian frowned and almost had another attack.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Zhao took out an egg-sized box from his sleeve.

His thumb flicked open, and with a click, the box opened.

He took out the jade-white pill and fed it into Hua Jingmian's mouth.

Feeling a foreign object, Hua Jingmian clenched his teeth tightly, refusing to accept it.

Ye Zhao pushed hard twice, but it was still the same.

Over time, I lost my patience and simply pulled my hand away.

With one hand, he pried open his jaw and with the other hand, he threw the pill into his mouth.

But it got stuck in my throat.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Not long after he let go, Hua Jingmian couldn't swallow and started coughing violently.

His face turned red, blue, and white.

Ye Zhao saw that this was not going to work, so he quickly poured him half a cup of water.

The Nine-Returning Pill melts in water, and Hua Jingmian is able to swallow it down his throat.

In less than five minutes, the Nine-Returning Pill took effect and Hua Jingmian's heartbeat returned to normal.

Her face was quite flushed.

Ye Zhao's hands were fair, his skin was delicate, and his fingers were slender. He felt a strange feeling when they were held in Hua Jingmian's warm hands.

Oh, no, no.

He should now look at him with the eyes of an old father looking at his eldest son.

It’s just his jade pendant.

After hesitating for two seconds, he pulled his hand out awkwardly and turned to grab the jade pendant, but another hand got there first.

What the hell!

Wake up, wake up?!