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

After Akabane walked out the door, his steps slowed down a lot. If time wasn't stopped, then he hadn't moved at all.

When Meng Li came out, he saw his master standing there, lost in thought, looking back from time to time. When he saw him come out, he asked casually.

"How about it."

"Are you still crying?"

Meng Li frowned slightly as he looked at the man in front of him who usually looked like an immortal. He couldn't help but feel a little curious. "Master, don't you always ignore me?"

"I... didn't..." He opened his lips slightly, then realized he was right, so he suppressed the question he was about to ask, "You keep a good eye on him these few days, don't let him cause any more trouble, I'm going to be in seclusion these few days."

After saying this, he stood up and left, his eyes cast down in a ruthless manner.

Meng Li walked back to the front of the house, glanced at the person sleeping inside, and then gently closed the door handle.

Lu Jinan heard the footsteps gradually fading away, opened his eyes and jumped up from the bed, then took out a small notebook from his arms and began to sort out his thoughts and relationships.

According to the records provided by 111, Chiyu has two disciples, the elder one is Yun Yi and the younger one seems to be named Meng Li.

The little guy just now called him senior brother, so the person he is attached to now should be Yun Yi.

The person he was looking for had the character "Yi" in his name, which he had heard Chiyu recite, so the possession was correct.

By the way...what was he doing here?

Lu Jinan patted his head, feeling as if he had forgotten something, and some fragments of his memory suddenly became intermittent.

The more I think about it, the more it feels like a certain line in my mind is playing tug-of-war, and it feels like the string is about to break.

Lu Jinan put away the notebook, leaned back on the pillow and began to doze off.

Although the purpose is unclear, Lu Jinan's subconscious is clear.

They come, the security.

The person lying on the bed lay there for a while before his breathing became steady, as if he had fallen into a dream. His brows were slightly furrowed, and even his thick eyelashes were trembling slightly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Why? Don't you insist on being yourself and not want to be someone else's?"

There was no light around, and the darkness covered him like a curtain. He was like a headless fly with his eyes covered, looking for an exit. When he heard his own voice, he suddenly froze in place.

"There's always been a gap in my memory of my original world. I wonder if it has something to do with that person in my previous life."

"Besides, Akabane helped me, and I promised him I would go back."

"But I'm afraid there might be some omissions after I go back, like there might be gaps in my memory. I don't want to be like some melodramatic novel where they forget everything, pretend to be a resident of their original world, and then fall in love with the protagonist."

The other party laughed, and Lu Jinan was already sitting cross-legged on the spot, listening to the conversation seriously.

"You're so funny, no wonder so many people like you."

"Just kidding, compared to you, Jin An is nothing but a small witch."

"Honestly, you're very smart. You learned from Wu Jincheng's nightmare that my ability allows those trapped in the nightmare to recover certain memories at different times. You wanted to compile all your memories into different nightmare fragments to preserve your integrity. But have you ever considered that if there is even the slightest flaw in my ability, all your memories will be lost, and you will forget who you are and everyone you know."

"Life isn't always smooth sailing, is it?" He chuckled to himself, "Maybe..."

"Now I've made this choice more than once..."

His consciousness was suddenly pulled away from the conversation, and time seemed to freeze. Until consciousness slowly flowed, he opened his eyes, and in a daze, the sounds from the outside world gradually became clearer.

"Brother, you slept so soundly today."

"It's a good thing Master is in seclusion, otherwise he would have blamed you again for sleeping in for so long."

"A... Li?"

Lu Jinan was stunned, and at the moment when his fingers were about to touch him, his eyes slowly focused and gradually became clear.

"How long have I been asleep?"

He withdrew his outstretched hand and looked at his palm with a serious expression for a moment.

What did it feel like just now.

What do those words mean?

I actually...know something.

His thoughts were in a tangled mess, and now a sense of confusion hung over him.

"It's already noon."

Between seven and eleven o'clock, and then Lu Jinan lay down again and closed his eyes.

That's okay.

I got up really early today.