Pulling Together a Villain Reformation Strategy Chapter 106: Fanwai students obtained plum blossoms (end)

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The new pit of drunkenness: "Quick Passing Killing the King of Drama"

Ning Yuchen knelt heavily on the ground with a kick at the bend of her knees, shouting curses in her ears.

"Beast! Bastard! What are you doing in the world? If I were you, I would have liked to hit and die here right away! I am so deprived of conscience and do bad things, and now I still die without repentance! Ha, why not speak Huh? Isn't your kid very good? Call you crazy! Call you proud! If you have the ability, you **** stand up and kill us all?"

Ning Yuchen listened absent-mindedly, very angry, and couldn't keep smiling.

Although looking at the opponent’s big mouth that keeps opening and closing, Ning Yuchen really wanted to slap it over. The kid who hits him doesn’t know him, but as a negative male partner controlled by the system, he is now Can't even move a finger.

Countless times playing the villain with his life, and having a scapegoat one after another, Ning Yuchen feels that he is not as vaguely as in the first few worlds. As the more worlds he experiences, the more his self-consciousness becomes clearer. The more mad at this kind of thing!

When the other party saw him being scolded without saying a word, he became more courageous, stepped forward and kicked Ning Yuchen's chest heavily, and suddenly heard the sound of broken ribs.

Ning Yuchen just swallowed a mouthful of blood, and let the other party beat him violently without saying a word-he just wanted to send it, but he couldn't send it.

……

The white curtains, the white walls, and the handsome man sits on the white sheets.

This is the hospital ward.

A young man in a striped hospital gown was sitting half leaning on the bed. Although his face was slightly pale due to injury, his rare good looks made up for this shortcoming. Generally speaking, it is very Handsome handsome guy.

There is also a charming and mature woman on the chair next to him. She looks a little older. In front of them is a huge LCD screen. Ning Yuchen vomits blood and freezes on the screen. Zoom in clearly in front of two people.

The moment he fell, Bingshan Meinan straightened up suddenly, and his upper body leaned toward the screen. His body became very stiff due to anger and pain.

He stretched out his hand, but trembling in a state of disbelief, he seemed to be cautiously trying to touch the person in front of him, but all that was just a record of what has happened, no matter how distressed and wanting to change, it is already Futile. When the screen was dark, he bit his lip fiercely, and for a while, he leaned back on the bed as if he was relieved.

"Hey, General Mo Yuan, be careful. If you accidentally fall into the space-time channel, I don't know how to explain it to your father."

The woman next to him said something worried, but her face was smiling.

A drop of blood slowly oozes from the bitten lip. Mo Yuan's chest heaves violently, and his emotions are calmed for a while. Then he gritted his teeth and waved away the woman's hand: "Pretending to be anxious. Kind!"

The woman shook her head: "Mo Yuan, no matter what, your father married me. If you don't call Mom, you should call Auntie? Why is the youngest general in the empire so rude? "

Mo Yuan remained unmoved. He tried to look calm, but his slightly trembling hand betrayed him, so he knocked on the table with his knuckles pretending to be calm: "Stop talking nonsense! Han Yue, Just tell me, how can I let Yuchen go?"

Han Yue smiled, but there was a bit of sullen expression in her eyes. She stood up and walked to the low door marked with the passage of time and space. When she raised her hand and pressed it, the ground beside Mo Yuan cracked. A hospital bed rose slowly from the ground, and a person appeared on it.

This person is long and thin, with picturesque eyebrows and handsome features, but there is a bruise on the corners of his lips and cheekbones. It is Ning Yuchen who was just being beaten.

The moment Mo Yuan saw him, his body trembled unconsciously, and the blue veins on his fists were clenched, and this restrained the idea of ​​touching him. He slowly turned his head away, his lips pressed tightly, but the pain was full.

Instead, Han Yue walked over and touched Ning Yuchen's face with his hand.

Mo Yuan said word by word: "Han Yue, you, don't touch him!"

Han Yue said: "What are you afraid of? Anyway, Yuchen and I are also half-brothers, and I can harm him. Besides, isn't it you who made him fall to the present level? Me? I really want to know what qualifications you use to say this."

Mo Yuan's chest rose and fell violently, without speaking.

"One day here, it has been around for a hundred years." Han Yue stared at his younger brother's handsome face, and slowly said: "When you were unconscious, Yuchen might have experienced countless worlds, let alone I remember who Mo Yuan is. But thank him for his sacrifice, which proved to us that the medicine is very useful."

She picked up two syringes from the side. The syringes were already filled with potions of two different colors, one red and one black. Under the sunlight, they looked crystal clear and full.

Han Yue said quietly: "Fate is a potion. The red color represents luck, affinity, and irresistible temperament, while the black "fate" represents a coincidence of bad luck, gloom and doomed failure. It's really a coincidence. Good thing. I just don’t know that Uncle Ning developed it in the first place, do you want this to be used on his own son."

She shook her head, put the red potion aside, and raised the black one: "Yuchen had been injected with a black potion before, so she should be willing to be a cannon fodder, but this Things are probably time-effective. To brainwash him, it seems that he has to get another shot..."

The needle approached the back of Ning Yuchen's hand little by little, and was about to plunge into it. But at this moment, Mo Yuan, who was weakly leaning on the hospital bed, suddenly jumped up and turned to push Han Yue aside, with his knee pushed forward to restrain her, while reaching out to grab the red potion on the table. He injected Ning Yuchen into it neatly.

Han Yue caught off guard and screamed: "Mo Yuan, you--"

She struggled to sound the alarm, Mo Yuan turned a deaf ear, hugged Ning Yuchen, who was unconscious, jumped out of the space-time channel, stretched out his hand, and pressed a button.

The door of the space-time passage was heavily closed behind them, Han Yue rushed over, only to hear a mechanical voice: "The connection between the different time-space and the headquarters is cut off. Please staff to repair it."

When Ning Yuchen woke up, a familiar mechanical broadcast came in her ears: "Please pay attention to the staff. As a time-space repairer, your job is to replace the original disobedient characters in time and space. Instead of him to react as he should, so as to promote the normal development of the world. You are playing the role of cannon fodder, you must maintain a good posture of continuous blackening or unlucky, contribute to the cause of the protagonist's aura, and sacrifice your life at the critical moment To fulfill the life and reputation of the protagonist, to maintain the balance and stability of a world."

"Thank you, I know, shut up." Ning Yuchen pressed his temples and said with a wry smile: "I remember that several worlds don't listen to this anymore. Why are you talking about it again? It's dying."

In his impression, in the last world he played the role of a villain, a vicious and lustful negative male protagonist. He succeeded in committing death, robbing the heroine into his palace, and creating a heroic rescue for the hero. The opportunity of beauty perfectly contributed to the ending of the hero and heroine, and was finally beaten to death, creating a perfect ending that made everyone clapping and applauding, making the world value of that world soaring. It seemed that the task was done well, and he didn't return to the headquarters to report after it was over. He came to a new world again.

Thinking of this, Ning Yuchen praised her dedication and professionalism.

He looked around and found that the scene this time was a modern metropolis. It was dusk, with a busy street in front, and towering skyscrapers behind him. Street lights stretched out to the end of the long street. The crowds after get off work are bustling and hurried to their homes.

Ning Yuchen copied his pockets with both hands and blew his whistle happily. He said that he has traveled to ancient times for several consecutive lives to do missions. I really miss modern mobile phones, showers, TV shows... What death needs to be done, at least the basic material life is guaranteed, which is gratifying.

Before he had time to inquire about the mission and plot of this world, he heard a shout from far away: "Catch the thief--"

As a great young man bathed in the sun of socialism, Ning Yuchen had no time to think about it after hearing these words. With a turn of his eyes, he lifted his foot and kicked out a piece of banana peel that happened to be thrown beside him.

Although there is no internal strength and no spells now, the skills that have been trained for many lifetimes are naturally not covered, and the banana peel flies accurately to the feet of the rushing thief.

The thief slammed the brakes immediately, but it was too late. He was still a big horse and fell firmly on the ground, his wallet flew out, drawn a long arc in the air, and was driven over. Ning Yuchen copied it in his hand.

Pretend to be full of skills, perfect!

Ning Yuchen held the purse in his hand, looked up at the woman who came over after panting and smiled, and gently said: "Miss, is this your purse? Here."

I am happier after seeing a pretty girl helping me.

The girl who was chasing the thief all the way in eight-centimeter high heels was originally a female man who looked at men like dung, but she was almost blinded by Ning Yuchen’s smile, her face turned red, and she thanked her as she picked up her wallet: "This It’s my boss’s wallet, it’s a great help...Oh, thank you so much, handsome guy, why don’t I turn around and invite you to dinner..."

The most critical sentence below for contact information has not been said yet. The wallet has been snatched from behind by a slender hand, and a disdainful voice sounded: "Nosy."