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

When Lu Jinan returned to that continent, it was three days after the natural disaster.

The moment he woke up, he immediately searched his own spiritual space, took out the piece of wreckage and looked at it for a long time, then slowly tightened his palm.

My fingertips rubbed the ruins until the pain became numb.

Lu Jinan took a deep breath, then exhaled unsteadily, "Chiyu." He looked up at him, but was covered by his palm.

"You can cry if you want."

Lu Jinan's face was stunned for a moment, his nose felt sore, his long eyelashes kept sweeping across his palm, and pearl-sized tears quickly wet the warm ground.

"It will be fine in a moment, thank you."

The voice was low and heavy, like a damp, rainy day.

Akabane raised his hand, awkwardly, and slowly patted the back of his shoulders and neck.

Akabane didn't know how to comfort the person, so he just kept stroking the person's back lightly, and tried to move his body with his hands and feet a little uncoordinated, trying to adjust himself and hold the person with twitching palms into his arms.

But when he moved, the face, which was slightly red from crying, was lifted from his palm.

Akabane opened his eyes and dared not move. Compared to his previous calm and composed expression, he now looked more like a stuttering young boy.

"...I, yes, do think you'd feel uncomfortable like this." The unfinished words turned into a handkerchief when Lu Jinan was about to wipe away his tears with the back of his hand.

Lu Jinan took it and said thank you hoarsely.

Akabane pursed his lips and said, "You're welcome."

There was an unknown amount of silence between the two of them for an unknown amount of time. Finally, Akabane spoke first, "I'm sorry, but your friend has been assigned to an out-of-this-world magic system. I can't help you."

"Thank you."

"Lu Jinan, you said thank you to me so many times today."

Lu Jinan looked up at him, not understanding what he meant.

Looking at his appearance, Akabane sighed and raised his hand to rub his head.

"Didn't you say you were just friends? Why are you so polite?"

Lu Jinan lowered his eyes, suddenly not daring to look at him.

A friend who had a purpose from the beginning.

"Lord God," Lu Jinan spoke, just as he was about to explain the matter to him.

Suddenly there was a clanging sound, and a mud head stretched out from the loose swamp soil. Akabane immediately stepped forward and protected Lu Jinan behind him.

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

The clay figure squinted his eyes, and when he saw the faces of the two men clearly, he became excited and wanted to pull himself out of the quagmire. However, it was easy to pull his body out, but his hair was all solidified. As a result, when the man crawled out, his hair was broken into pieces, as if it had been bitten by a dog.

He didn't care at all and patted the mud off his body. Although no matter how he patted, it was still mud, he patted it subconsciously.

Just as Chiyu was about to strike, the clay figure seemed to sense his killing intent and immediately waved and shouted, "My two immortal friends, I am Qingyi!"

Lu Jinan poked his head out from behind, looked at the man whose only teeth were not covered in mud, and blinked.

Qingyi?

Is he the fortune teller who looks like a weak and graceful willow in the wind and has an immortal air?

Lu Jinan frowned and was about to move closer when his arm was grabbed by someone next to him.

Qingyi felt that they were nagging, so she took advantage of the moment when Lu Jinan was held back. When Lu Jinan turned around, he saw a huge black face.

"what!"

"Snapped!"

By the time Lu Jinan realized it was that person, it was too late. The slap had already been thrown...

Akabane went from grabbing his arm to holding his wrist, his expression serious.

Lu Jinan quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wasn't prepared for your face to suddenly come close to me."

"The sound is a bit loud. Does it hurt your hand?" Akabane held his hand and checked it for a long time.

Qingyi covered her face and was about to tell Lu Jinan that everything was fine when she heard Chiyu's "caring" words.

The person who was beaten should be... me... right?

Lu Jinan really didn't realize that he was hitting her just now, but the force was indeed quite strong. After all, the mud on one side of his face was cracked and shattered all over the ground.

Now it can be seen that it is the fortune teller.

"How could you get yourself into such a mess, sir?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Qingyi's face. Doesn't he know?

"It seems that young man doesn't know about the natural disaster a few days ago?" After saying this, he glanced at the man who was wiping his hands carefully next to him.

This natural disaster was indeed more severe than he had imagined. Even the back of the enchanted shelter collapsed.

It’s a good thing that he moved so many villagers to avoid the disaster this time, but now there is no one left alive in the mountains or on the hills.

Lu Jinan asked: "What natural disaster?"

He saw Qingyi looking at the person next to him embarrassedly, so he turned his head, but saw that the man was just holding his hand carefully and wiping the part that had just been soiled.

Lu Jinan only then realized that his hand had been in his hand the whole time. He struggled, then grabbed the handkerchief in his hand and pulled it over.

When the hand in his hand disappeared, Akabane raised his eyes lazily and replied, "What natural disaster?" He looked at the clay figure over there and asked calmly.

Even Qingyi felt sorry when he saw the person he had saved with great effort suddenly disintegrate in the instant of the explosion.

So when he saw Akabane's shameless face, he couldn't help but speak with some anger, "Don't you really know?"

"Then why is it that when all the places collapsed, only yours remained intact?"

Akabane looked at him with some pity, and then Lu Jinan said, "Sir, I don't see any signs of collapse around here."

Qingyi then began to look around. Looking at the green mountains and clear waters around him, his body suddenly shook violently.

He then realized that there were quite a few people passing by nearby, their eyes constantly scanning towards his position.

What time is it now!?

He grabbed the nearest person and asked.

It wasn't until he heard a familiar date that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it didn't take more than a hundred years this time, otherwise where would he find his little apprentice?

and many more……

This time. Isn't this the time he woke up last time?

He squatted down with his head in his hands, his face full of pain.

Did I remember it wrong again?