What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

When Lu Yan ran out, he met Song He on the way. The man looked quite serious.

"what happened?"

He walked towards Song He. When Song He saw him, he handed him the letter.

Lu Yan took it, unfolded the letter and started reading. When he read the back part, his brows furrowed more and more.

Song He looked at him with a serious expression. "Should we get everyone together to discuss this issue?"

"We can't contact them right now." He raised his hand. "Currently, only a small number of people in the alliance have received this letter, which means they don't have a complete grasp of our manpower. If we organize everyone to discuss it now, there might be hidden forces."

He looked up at the man and asked, "What do you think?"

"I'll listen to you." Song He patted his shoulder and smiled. "Back then, we were just acting out of loyalty. It was you who brought us together and made us a family. We all listen to you."

Lu Yan waved his hand away, somewhat amused, "Now that you've agreed to me, I'm the boss. Why didn't you all promise me before? Why didn't you all say this when you all took advantage of my young age and said I was not allowed to do this or that?"

Song He put his arm around his shoulders, patting them intermittently. "It's important to listen to the boss, right?"

Lu Yan puffed up his cheeks, "Who treats the boss like this?"

With this topic, both of them relaxed a little.

Afterwards, Song He waved his hand and said leisurely, "It's okay, we all know what's going on. We'll have to deal with this sooner or later. We're not scared! Who knows, they might be here to take advantage of us again, just like usual!"

Lu Yan thought, this time it might not be that simple. The imperial court had been hunting them down, both openly and covertly, for the past few years. The reason they were temporarily disbanded this time was because the network of interests behind the recently executed officials was far larger than before.

I'm afraid it will be a bloody storm.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the colorful branches and leaves, falling on Lu Yan's face like stars. His light brown eyes are clear, as if filled with everything that has settled in the world.

"You're right. When an enemy comes, we'll fight him; when water comes, we'll block it with earth. Do your job, never give up. Remember your original intention, and never forget your heart."

"There must be justice in the world. If not, then we are our own justice." Song He smiled at him. He still remembered what he had said.

He still remembers the day when he first met him. He was cheated by a group of old farmers and became penniless, but he was still happy to do it. It was really a relief for outsiders who couldn't help but remind him, "I told him that if he was so stupid, he would be bullied if he went out to make a living."

A pair of clean and bright eyes on the man's childish face met his.

"It doesn't matter, they can't beat me."

"I know they might be lying to me, but maybe it's true. The harvest this year is indeed poor, and taxes to the court are indeed rising year by year." He bent down and grabbed a handful of dirt. "Also, climate change is real. There might be a drought in the coming months. I just want to help them."

In Song He's opinion, just by looking at his appearance, he could tell that he was a spoiled young man at home. It was nothing more than that he had never seen any hardship at home, and he had good self-cultivation. When he saw things or people in difficulties, he always wanted to help.

He was also a senior, so he kindly told him that outside the home, the relationships between people were not as simple as at home. When traveling, the most important thing was to see people's hearts clearly.

After hearing his words, Lu Yan's bright red lips curled up slightly. Even though his face was still childish, one could tell how stunning he would be when he grew up.

When he said thank you, he was truly grateful and humble, but Song He could see that this kid had a bit of arrogance and would never tolerate this.

As expected, his next words were, "As long as I have the ability to protect myself, he does his evil and I do my good, what does it matter?"

Young people are always fearless and high-spirited. They are humble and arrogant, proud and calm.

His red robe was covered in dust, but even under the scorching sun, his eyes were exceptionally bright. His eyes curved, his lips curled up, "I'm not going to let others stop me from doing what I want to do. I believe in justice."

Song He smiled and asked him, "What if the world is unfair?"

The young man tilted his head and thought for a moment, but he immediately gave an answer, "There must be justice in the world. If not, then we will make our own justice."

Perhaps it was the boy's fearlessness and courage, or perhaps it was his ability to detect the weather, or perhaps it was just out of sheer naiveté, but he followed Lu Yan and saw that the boy had met many people along the way, many of whom were just like him.

Those who say that the world is unfair and people's hearts are evil, but still want to help them, can neither ignore it completely nor be purely kind in their hearts.

But Lu Yan is not such a person. He is more like the person they all want to be and the person they are all willing to protect.

On this road, he also persuaded him that there were so many people in the world that he could not help them all.

He said, then help them one by one, helping one person is helping, helping a group of people is also helping, I must always do my best and have a clear conscience.

Maybe he just has a silly streak.