Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

Promotion - either an instant coronation, from nothing to something, or a long journey.

The star gods rose from the erased time axis and were no longer locked into any coordinate system. If one day, they were repositioned, it would be like a sudden crack in the circle of knowledge - a new singularity would appear, shaking the thinking process of the Knowledge Master.

If this unknown power were even more powerful, it might be able to take off the crown that never dims from the heads of the gods, and even decide their life and death.

But now, this power is insignificant.

No one knows whether it is the new ruler destined by the Tree of Imaginary Numbers, or just a speck of dust that will eventually be forgotten.

At least, in the shadow of silence, Polka-Kakamu has not made a move yet. She cannot capture Yannian's trace, and she is also watching.

After 1700 years of the Star Calendar, the exact time is unknown, and the Immortal Boat has not yet been blessed by the Pharmacist.

In the house called [Lan], the aroma of medicine filled the air, lingering in the dark room.

The person on the bed was sunken in the mattress, the thin quilt raised a very shallow arc, his eyelashes trembled constantly, and the shadow they cast danced on his cheekbones.

The young man kept mumbling, his sentences were disorganized, and fragments of light were crawling on the scar, as if a new wound was quietly opening.

“So many people, so many…”

"Where the hell am I?"

【Name: Yannian.】

[No.: K0047.]

Total characters: Huannian (killed in action), Feiyu (killed in action), Jingnian (half-dead), Li Suyun (killed in action), Yan (killed in action), Linze (alive), Leidian Chaomu (alive), Black Robe Boy (alive)

[Cumulative popularity: System chaos, unable to calculate, protection protocol activated.]

[Logic check: FAIL.]

[Host status: confusion.]

[Self-repairing the body, but got stuck midway...unable to mobilize.]

[Whether to use strength to beautify the body...cannot be mobilized. 】

[Autonomous mode activated, system advanced, threat detected nearby, please be alert.]

A buzzing sound was ringing in his head, and a heat was swirling around Yannian's forehead.

The curtains swayed, and nearby, Lan and the pharmacist were communicating.

"Doctor, how is it?" Lan asked worriedly.

In his mind, Brother Yun appeared from the sky that day, with his cool temperament, handsome appearance, and sharp swordsmanship, just like a sword immortal.

Even though he was physically disabled, it didn't affect his ability to kill one person with one sword. How could he be in such a mess?

"Ok?"

"The Shaoyang pivot is broken, so he is delirious at midnight; the Yangming dry metal takes over, so his teeth are dry at noon." The doctor spoke in a confused manner. He had no idea about the young man's condition, but after all, he was a famous doctor in a ten-mile radius, so he uttered those obscure words again.

"What do you mean?"

Lan was a little confused. As a martial artist, he was not well versed in pharmacology, but he was already impressed at this time.

The words spoken by this master are obvious.

"Just follow the prescription, take it three times a day, don't take too much, absolutely avoid that." The doctor stroked his beard and said mysteriously.

"Can the scars on my face be cured?"

"I'll prescribe another medicine to apply daily."

"Thank you doctor."

The doctor said "oh", indicating that it was just a small matter and not worth mentioning.

When he left, he didn't forget to leave a patch, "His situation is special. If the effect is minimal, come back to me."

Tell me when you can find me - haha.

After watching the doctor leave, Lan pulled aside the curtain to see how Brother Yun was doing.

You don't know until you see it. It's shocking. It seems that the brain is overloaded and smoking.

"Brother Yun, I'm feverish... I'm so cold."

Lan touched Yannian's forehead, feeling worried and confused. He hurriedly added a quilt to Yannian and took the prescription to get the medicine.

On the way to the pharmacy, a group of children followed Lan with admiring expressions. After all, Lan was very popular in this area and had a high status, so he was very popular among children.

The children clamor every day to become masters like Lan and protect everyone's safety.

With a long tail dragging behind him, Lan was helpless. He had been told several times not to follow him as it would easily cause traffic congestion.

Some people glanced at Lan secretly and suddenly said something different from before.

"Yesterday... I saw General Lan carrying someone back. It's rare to see General Lan looking so anxious."

"Is it real? What does it look like?"

"So ugly...his face is covered with scars, it's scary."

Lan stopped and glanced at the person who spoke lightly. A hint of sharpness flashed across his gentle blue eyes.

His words were instantly silenced by the frost, and Lan turned and left.

The children didn't notice anything unusual, and when they heard that Lan brought someone back, they discussed it excitedly.

"I want to carry someone on my back, too. Where can I find someone to carry me on my back?"

"General Lan, where did you find the person?"

Lan held his forehead helplessly, squatted down, and pressed the head of the leader among the children hard, "Xiao Luo, be obedient and take them back."

"I have important things to do, okay?"

"What is it?" The little boy's eyes lit up, and he put his hands on his hips, looking energetic. "I can help."

"Just give me your order, and I'll do it even if it means climbing mountains of swords and diving into seas of fire, Brother Lan."

"The reward is very simple, just accept me as your apprentice—"

The little boy was about seven or eight years old, with big orange eyes staring at him. He stood straight, like a young bamboo shoot.

Her orange hair was tied up with a headband, messy like a chicken coop, and her clothes were almost just strips of cloth. She looked like a mouse caught by a cat, bitten here and clawed there.

All the children who followed him were dressed like this.

Lan raised his eyebrows. These children were all abandoned orphans. He picked them up and placed them in a nearby nursing home.

He once saved Luo's life, and since then, the little devil has been haunting him.

When talking about accepting disciples, President Lan subconsciously imitated Brother Yun's expression and immediately became cold and aloof.

"To become my apprentice requires a strong body and a sharp mind, Luo."

"You're far from qualified."

"Then what should I do, Brother Lan?" Luo turned around anxiously, "How can I have a strong body and a smart brain?"

"It's simple. Follow my instructions. Stand at ease. Stand at attention. Turn around. Run back to the nursing home. Read a thousand pages and then come back to me."

"Let's go--" Lan waved his hand, and the little boy ran back excitedly with the child.

The children's laughter faded away, and Lan's mouth curled up.

"This little brat...don't fall."

When he went to the clinic and handed the prescription to the owner, the owner was silent for a long time, and looked at Lan several times, "Lan, are you sure this is the prescription?"

"Yes, boss, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, here you go." The boss couldn't ask, so he quickly grabbed the medicine and stuffed it into Lan's arms.

Lan didn't think too much about it and went home with the medicine.

Lan prayed inwardly that Brother Yun would get better soon and immediately started to boil some medicine.

The air was filled with an extremely bitter smell that penetrated into the brain through the nasal cavity and paralyzed the senses. Lan coughed and covered his nose. It was such a strange smell.

But for some reason, after smelling it, people feel inexplicably excited.

Make a bowl of black soup, bring it to the room and place it on the bedside table.

Lan pulled aside the curtain, held Yannian's shoulders firmly with one hand, raised his arm slightly, and let half of Yannian's body lean on his chest.

He picked up the bowl with his other hand, touched it with his lips first to test whether the temperature was just right, and then tilted his wrist slightly.

The black medicine flowed down the bowl into the rosy lips.

With a gurgling sound, Yannian suddenly opened his eyes and sprayed the medicine all over Lan's face.

"Yun...Brother?" Lan didn't care about himself and picked up the towel to wipe the corner of Yannian's lips.

Miracle medicine, works immediately after one mouthful, amazing.

Yannian's eyes were dull, and countless fragments were reorganized into a mess.

"Jingyuan, what did you feed me?"

"Where is my dried fish? I want my dried fish." Yannian pounded the bed angrily.