Every day the puppet is playing dead

【Original unintentional extra】

For Yuan Wuxin, the first half of his life seemed to be entangled with Chongyu.

When meeting Chongyu, Yuan Wuxin always thought that he had wasted all his luck.

Yes, it's all luck.

In addition to good luck, there is also bad luck.

Yuan Wuxin's life can be divided into three stages.

The first stage is from his birth to the first time he met Chongyu.

If it weren't for the subsequent events, Yuan Wuxin can say that that period of time is the best memory.

That was his good luck.

Yuan Wuxin's life experience is a mystery.

No one knew who Yuan Wuxin's parents were. He was an orphan who was thrown at the intersection of a small mountain village not long after he was born.

Fortunately, the person who abandoned Yuan Wuxin was not heartless. He gave Yuan Wuxin a name, and then seemed to be selective, and left Yuan Wuxin in this small village——

The small mountain village is small and remote, and there are mixed races living in it who are not tolerated by outsiders. Although life is not rich and healthy, it can still support an abandoned child.

The villagers saw that the little baby was pitiful, so they finally picked up Yuan Wuxin. The whole village gave something to him today, and they gave him something tomorrow, and they finally raised Yuan Wuxin.

At first, Yuan Wuxin thought that he was just an ordinary mixed race, similar to the villagers;

But when he grew up, he realized that he seemed a little different from other mixed races.

But what's different, he can't say it himself.

Is he more talented?

More spiritual power?

Or, does he know more characters?

I don't know, Yuan Wuxin doesn't understand these things, and the narrow perspective in the small village can only make him feel something is wrong, but he can't find the real reason.

After Yuan Wuxin grew up, the village people's subtle attitude towards Yuan Wuxin became more and more obvious——

On the one hand, the villagers are very respectful to Yuan Wuxin.

They also need to rely on Yuan Wuxin, who is much more advanced than them, to drive away those monks who want to do wrong.

On the other hand, the villagers are a little afraid of Yuan Wuxin.

At that time, Yuan Wuxin was only a half-grown boy. He didn't understand why the attitude of the villagers towards him changed, but this didn't stop him from thinking of repaying his favor.

He has some memories of his infancy, and Yuan Wuxin knew that if there were no people in the village, he would have died long ago.

Therefore, when he was able, Yuan Wuxin chose to protect the entire village.

If you continue to live like this, it seems not bad, but unfortunately, people like Yuan Wuxin can only say that they were born at the wrong time.

Although Yuan Wuxin wanted to protect the people in the whole village, it is a pity that he was only a young man back then, lacking experience and ability. One day, he was finally seriously injured by a monk.

Just before he fell into a coma, Yuan Wuxin held his breath and jumped off the cliff.

Fortunately, he didn't die.

The bad news is, he wasn't that far from dying.

After jumping off the cliff, I don't know how much time has passed. When Yuan Wuxin woke up again, he found himself lying in a small wooden house, and then there was a black-haired young man standing in front of him.

The young man's face is handsome, not stunning, but his facial features give people a very comfortable feeling, and people can't help but let down their guard in front of him.

After Yuan Wuxin opened his eyes, he kept staring at the black-haired young man until he raised his head and saw Yuan Wuxin's eyes open.

"oops."

The black-haired young man didn't seem to have expected Yuan Wuxin to wake up so early. When he saw Yuan Wuxin open his eyes, he took a step back subconsciously.

Maybe he realized that he was frightened by a teenager, or a patient who was lying on the bed and couldn't move at all. The black-haired young man touched the dimple on his cheek embarrassedly, and then stepped forward to explain:

"Then what, I saved you."

Yuan Wuxin was speechless, he tried to move his fingers, but found that his body was tied up like a rice dumpling, and his limbs were all tied up with wooden boards.

"You have broken bones all over your body. It is a miracle that you can survive to this day."

The black-haired young man looked at Yuan Wuxin's sparkling eyes, "You are really amazing."

Yuan Wuxin froze for a moment.

This... is this a compliment to him?

"However, I don't know if I can cure you, let's encourage each other."

The black-haired young man smiled at Yuan Wuxin, his eyes drifted to the top of Yuan Wuxin's head, and then whispered,

"It should be useful. The blood bar hasn't bottomed out yet. My God, I actually went to check the medical books."

"Squeak-"

The wooden door opened, and a white-haired boy came in. He was holding a bowl of medicine, walked up to the black-haired young man, pulled the black-haired young man's clothes, and whispered:

"He should take his medicine."

This was Yuan Wuxin's first time seeing a child with white hair and white skin. The child still had blue pupils, so Yuan Wuxin couldn't help but take a few more glances.

As a result, these glances were immediately noticed by the white-haired boy, who glared at Yuan Wuxin, and then moved behind the black-haired young man.

Yuan Wuxin moved the only eyeball in his body that could understand, feeling a little at a loss.

The interaction between the two was noticed by the black-haired young man. The black-haired young man smiled. He pulled out the white-haired boy hiding behind him, and introduced Yuan Wuxin solemnly:

"His name is 'Yi Sheng', and he is the only one here who really understands medical skills."

The white-haired kid named "Yi Sheng" raised his head, and he smiled at the black-haired young man. Obviously, he liked the black-haired young man calling his name very much.

The black-haired youth said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I will take responsibility for you. If you die, I will treat you well to Yi Sheng as a general teacher."

Yuan Wuxin: "..."

Although he couldn't understand what a "general teacher" was, he could tell that he had to live.

After that, it was Yuan Wuxin's treatment.

At that time, Yuan Wuxin was still young, in Chong Yu's words, she was naive.

Even though Yuan Wuxin doesn't like to comment like this, but if he recalls the memory of that time, Yuan Wuxin can't help but sigh, he is really too naive——

How naive is he to think that it is normal for Chongyu to let a white-haired boy treat a person with a broken body? !

When a "doctor" treats a patient, he will take out medical books on the spot to find a diagnosis and treatment method in front of the patient? !

These things, in the eyes of teenagers at the time, were just trivial things;

He only knew that the black-haired young man and the white-haired boy in front of him were really treating him, and his body was improving.

After a long time, Yuan Wuxin became curious about the two of them.

From the breath, Yuan Wuxin could feel that the black-haired young man, that is, Chong Yu, was a human being.

However, the white-haired boy Chongyu adopted is different.

"You are... a puppet master."

After a month of running-in, Yuan Wuxin saw the white-haired boy pull out the silk thread for fixing from his bones again, and he has become calm again.

According to some books he had read before, Yuan Wuxin recognized the identity of the white-haired boy, and at the same time, his mood was very complicated.

The reputation of the puppet master is notorious in the Three Realms. Everyone thinks that the silk threads of the puppet master can only be used to manipulate corpses and are synonymous with death, but no one would have imagined that these silk threads can even save people.

"Yes."

The white-haired boy raised his head. He was young, but his ice-blue pupils contained maturity that did not match his age. He asked,

"Are you afraid of me?"

Yuan Wuxin moved her lips and fell silent.

In fact, as a mixed race, how is he different from the puppet master?

Aren't they all excluded?

Yuan Wuxin knew that he had offended the white-haired boy, so he apologized softly.

The white-haired boy sneered, he didn't continue to delve into it, but kept silent and continued with the work in hand.

The feeling of the silk thread pulling out of the bone is not good, not to mention the pain, the inside of the bone is numb, making people want to just dig the bone out of the flesh and forget it.

Yuan Wuxin endured it for a long time, and broke out in a cold sweat. In order to divert his attention, he asked with a pale face:

"What did that person...do?"

These days, Yuan Wuxin noticed that although the black-haired young man can't heal, he is raising the white-haired boy and him.

The black-haired young man was very busy and didn't know where he went.

He often couldn't see anyone during the day, and when he came back at night, he would go to Mengmeng who opened the cabin, walk by Yuan Wuxin's side, greet Yuan Wuxin with a smile, ask about his recovery, and then leave.

Sometimes, the black-haired young man would not be at home for several days in a row. When he came back again, he would look tired, bring back some small things, say they were gifts, and then go to another room to rest.

Although the black-haired young man hid it well, his pale face and sometimes weak voice all proved that the black-haired young man was very tired and even injured.

The white-haired boy gave the hand that collected the silk thread a pause.

He lowered his head.

Seeing that the other party's reaction was wrong, Yuan Wuxin was stunned for a moment, he was a little flustered, and wanted to change the topic.

"He... is looking for red fruit for me."

Crying came, the white-haired boy lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders.

The warm liquid dripped onto Yuan Wuxin's legs drop by drop.

"I, I'm so useless, I don't deserve his kindness to me at all."

The white-haired boy raised his head, he was already in tears, his nose was red from crying,

"I don't want to eat, I'm going to die."

Yuan Wuxin opened his eyes wide, he didn't know what to do.

At that time, Yuan Wuxin realized that the reason why the puppeteer family possessed such extraordinary powers, yet their personnel were withered, was because their cubs were quite fragile and could only eat a special kind of red fruit called "Blood Droplets". Eight out of ten cubs were starved to death.

The yield of that kind of special red fruit is small, and every time it appears, it will cause blood and rain/wind, and judging by the chubby appearance of the white-haired boy, the black-haired young man must have put a lot of effort into it.

"woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~"

Inside the cabin, there was only the cry of the white-haired boy.

"Really, why did he save you?"

After crying for a while, the white-haired boy stared at Yuan Wuxin with his moist blue eyes.

Yuan Wuxin was at a loss: "Me?"

"We are very poor, and we still need to support you. Do you think it's easy to find those herbs?"

The white-haired boy glared at Yuan Wuxin again.

In this world, for a rich person with an injury like Yuan Wuxin's, it is enough to take a pill.

But the black-haired young man is enough to raise a white-haired kid, how can he have the money to raise a patient?

Therefore, they can only use the most conservative and complicated way to nourish Yuan Wuxin, at the cost of the black-haired young man having to go over mountains and mountains to find herbal medicine.

"I'll leave."

That's all Yuan Wuxin could say.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Just when Yuan Wuxin wanted to continue to say something, the door of the cabin opened.

The black-haired young man walked in, and he looked at the two minors on the same bed with surprise:

"Yi Sheng, are you crying?"

When the white-haired boy saw the black-haired young man coming in, he immediately stopped crying, turned back to his usual paralyzed face, and said coldly:

"You read it wrong."

The black-haired young man approached with a smile, carried the white-haired boy off the bed, and gave the white-haired boy a red fruit:

"I found a lot today."

The white-haired boy pursed his lips, looked at the fruit in his arms, and said awkwardly:

"I can't eat that much."

The black-haired young man grabbed the white-haired boy's face, feeling a little regretful:

"But I kinda like your baby fat."

The white-haired boy: "..."

On the other side, Yuan Wuxin hurriedly said:

"I can go."

The atmosphere in the cabin froze all of a sudden.

It was easy to guess what the two children were thinking, and the smile on the black-haired youth's face gradually faded.

He sighed, patted the white-haired boy's head, then took out a small toy from his bosom, and stuffed it to Yuan Wuxin.

Yuan Wuxin: "..."

"I didn't say anything, why do you all look like this?"

The black-haired young man rolled his eyes in an extremely unsightly way,

"You really think I'm doing good deeds by raising you. Please, I'm not the Virgin."

Hearing this, Yuan Wuxin raised his head, showing a shocked expression.

"You, Yi Sheng."

The black-haired young man hugged the white-haired boy, and kissed him, his black pupils glowed strangely,

"You are my bound milk, you must grow up well."

The white-haired boy froze for a moment, and then he showed a loveless expression.

Obviously he said a lot.

While Yuan Wuxin was still thinking about what is called "bound milk", the black-haired young man walked up to Yuan Wuxin holding the cub. He lovingly touched Yuan Wuxin's head and said:

"You are used to train my family's binding milk."

Yuan Wuxin pressed the palm of her head and almost crushed the toy in her hand.

"As for me, I am such a realistic person."

The black-haired young man raised his chin, his eyes sparkled, "I won't accept biting me."

Yuan Wuxin: "..."

Yi Sheng: "..."

Barabara said a lot, and the stagnant atmosphere in the cabin instantly dissipated. The white-haired boy lay on the black-haired young man's shoulder, tugging at his black hair, and kept asking, who is the most important, he or money? .

The black-haired young man just kept smiling, teasing the kid with his fingers.

Yuan Wuxin observed the interaction between the two in front of him, and after a while, he chuckled softly, a little envious.

"By the way, boy, I never asked, what's your name?"

asked the brunette.

"Originally unintentional."

"This name... sounds really domineering. It's either the protagonist or the villain."

The black-haired young man tilted his head and thought for a while, then he stretched out a hand to Yuan Wuxin and said, "My name is Chongyu."

Chong Yu.

Yuan Wuxin ignored the words he didn't understand, he chewed these two words in his heart, and felt that these two words were really good.

Chong Yu, meet again.

The two of them will definitely meet again.

"Young man, what are you thinking?"

Chong Yu asked.

Yuan Wuxin looked at the hand stretched towards him in front of him, he didn't know what this action meant, but out of trust in the person in front of him, he still grabbed the hand in front of him.

"Well?"

Yuan Wuxin's actions made Chong Yu stunned for a moment.

He originally wanted to correct Yuan Wuxin's posture, but thinking that Yuan Wuxin didn't understand the meaning of this kind of movement at all, he smiled and went with Yuan Wuxin.

"To be honest, you are the first young man I have seen who jumped off a cliff and survived."

Chongyu began to speak words that Yuan Wuxin did not understand.

"So, what is your ideal as a young man? To dominate the world? Or to dominate the rivers and lakes?"

ideal?

Yuan Wuxin was stunned.

Growing up, he never thought about this.

At most, he was thinking about how to survive.

But now, looking at the black-haired young man in front of him, Yuan Wuxin had an extravagant wish.

"I want to... protect everyone I care about."

Yuan Wuxin lowered her eyes, a little shy,

"Those people in the village."

And you.

Yuan Wuxin silently added a sentence in his heart.

"The village?"

Chongyu blinked, "Are you that... from that mixed-race village?"

Yuan Wuxin simply nodded and admitted directly:

"Yes."

"But for so many days, I have never seen them looking for..."

Chong Yu had a puzzled expression on his face, but he paused at this point.

After glancing at Yuan Wuxin, Chongyu shrugged and said:

"You have to think carefully about whether those people are worth it for you."

Yuan Wuxin was young at the time, with a youthful heart and a passion for blood. He nodded in response:

"worth."

He paused, and deliberately emphasized it again:

"Of course it's worth it."

As soon as these words came out, Chong Yu's gaze towards Yuan Wuxin instantly became... very complicated.

There is pity, appreciation, and a little envy.

"Idealists, it's good to be young."

Chong Yu sighed.

"What kind of person do you think I am?"

Chong Yu suddenly asked.

Is this difficult to answer?

Yuan Wuxin looked at the white-haired boy on Chongyu's shoulder in surprise, then he glanced at Chongyu again, and said firmly:

"You are a good person."

"Good guy?"

Chongyu laughed for a long time as if he heard some big joke.

After a while, Chong Yu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and told Yuan Wuxin:

"I'm not a good person. Let me tell you, I will only do what I want. The greatest pleasure is to fight against others and turn the world upside down."

Willful?

Indeed capricious.

Yuan Wuxin lowered his eyes again, avoiding Chongyu's sight, thinking.

Risking the displeasure of the world, taking in the cubs of the puppet master clan and saving the half-breed, it is indeed against the world.

...But, it is really saving lives.

If you really just want to make a profit, sell him and the puppet master cub directly to earn more money.

Why not do this?

Yuan Wuxin touched the small toy in the palm of his hand, his face was a little hot.

He envied this heavy-handed way of life, and wanted to know more about him, get close to him, and see how he survived in this world.