eurekapd Chapter 286
Chapter 286
The hand touched his broken right leg very slowly, as if to give people time to react. Yan Congzhi could have easily controlled the wheelchair to avoid it, but he didn't.
Her long eyelashes trembled, but her body did not move.
The hand stretched out halfway, turned in another direction, and picked up a lotus flower on the table.
The young man sniffed it and sighed, "It's real."
Yan Congzhi couldn't tell what he was thinking, and he just said "hmm" in a depressed tone when he heard it.
Ni Yangzhou looked at the fresh flowers in the vase that were destined not to survive until tomorrow, and said unconsciously:
"Pity."
Yan Congzhi had also heard these familiar words from his former skinny disciple.
--Pity.
Ni Yangzhou put down the lotus, put it back into the vase, and looked at the man opposite him.
Yan Congzhi spoke under that gaze.
"How did you get here?"
Ni Yangzhou recalled as if it was something from his previous life, pointing to the black and white colors on his clothes:
"I waited for you for a long time, but there was no news. I ran into these two and they helped me."
Yan Congzhi frowned, disagreeing with the actions of the two venerables.
"What's the realm?"
After hearing the words, Ni Yangzhou looked at the other person. He didn't look like he was suffering from the punishment for saying something he shouldn't have said. He was a little surprised at the scale of this world.
“Not yet at the Nascent Soul stage.”
It seemed a bit strange for two people to talk about these topics while wearing modern clothes.
It's like an adult who has not recovered from chuunibyou for a long time discussing his condition.
Fortunately, no one else was present. Otherwise, Ni Yangzhou would feel ashamed just to say these words.
To him, he still felt that he was just that poor college student who was chosen to be in a badly-finished novel.
Yan Congzhi on the opposite side felt that he was discussing real-world matters with his apprentice whom he had not seen for a long time.
Rather than this maze of illusions in the north.
After hearing the answer, Yan Congzhi understood why the other person's expression was so strange when they met in the bathroom of the stands yesterday.
At the beginning of the Nascent Soul stage, one can stick to one's original heart, gather spiritual power, and place it in the spiritual body in Dantian. The physical body becomes an external object, and even if one enters an illusion, one can still protect one's thoughts and memories.
Before Ni Yangzhou's Nascent Soul entered the world, all his memories were swept away. It was not until he was accidentally sent to the hospital that he remembered everything.
Including things from those lifetimes that he has not yet experienced.
Yan Congzhi looked at the person in front of him, still puzzled:
"Your mission in this world..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain as if striking from the top of his head. His whole body was soaked in an instant. His face, which usually looked pale due to his frail body, suddenly flushed, and his trembling hands suddenly grasped the armrests of the wheelchair.
Ni Yangzhou was startled, and hurriedly supported the limp man, holding his shoulders with both hands, and said anxiously:
"Master? Master? What's wrong with you?"
"Third brother!?"
103 had been paying attention to the situation and immediately replied:
[Information related to this world's mission cannot be disclosed. ]
"But Third Brother, you said he is not a host and does not have a system."
Without waiting for 103's answer, Ni Yangzhou figured it out:
The ecological balance in the small world cannot be destroyed. The system has its own punishment mechanism, and the illusion has its own punishment method.
Ni Yangzhou was upset, but he didn't carry many pills with him as before, so he opened his phone and asked a runner to deliver painkillers, trying his best to save the situation.
The young man looked at the fainted man, the sweat on his forehead already flowing down to his collar. Ni Yangzhou didn't care about much else and dragged the man to unbutton his collar, revealing a small piece of his chest to the air.
The tissue on the table was picked up to wipe the man's sweat. His long hair was wet on the sides of his face. Ni Yangzhou hooked his hair and smoothed it behind his head.
He suddenly remembered the figure in the alley again.
But Yan Congzhi took longer than the people at that time and finally woke up slowly.
This body is weak and sickly.
When Yan Congzhi woke up, he saw that the front lapels of his shirt had been stripped open, his upper body leaning on the young man, who was wiping the sweat from his face with a piece of paper.
"Yangzhou!"
This angry snort frightened Ni Yangzhou so much that he trembled and the paper in his hand fell to the ground.
The thin paper fell silently on the carpet, but the young man's heartbeat was deafening.
Wipe the sweat, that's right.
Care, yes.
He fainted and his disciple supported him, that's right.
But when put together, it seems like something is wrong.
Or maybe his current apprentice wasn't as familiar to him as he had imagined.
Yan Congzhi woke up and his first reaction was to avoid it, but he was trapped in a wheelchair and his arms were supported, so he had to turn his head and said with trembling and faint anger:
"let me go."
Ni Yangzhou lowered his eyes, put the man down, and put a soft pillow behind the man's waist.
"Master, don't be angry."
Ni Yangzhou changed his tone and no longer pretended to call him teacher.
He bent down to pick up the tissue and threw it into the trash can. Yan Congzhi buttoned his shirt one by one, ignoring the cold sweat.
It's not decent to be dressed in disarray.
Ni Yangzhou just sat aside and watched silently, until the man buttoned the last button twice.
The young man lowered his eyes and pinched his earlobe.