Is He Really The Protagonist?

The sharp spiritual energy came from behind him, flew past his side, and slashed into the mouth of the poisonous python, dividing it into several sections.

Kong, who was dressed in white robes, rushed into the group of spiritual beasts from his side. The majestic spiritual energy radiated from his body, crushing the spiritual beasts around him into bloody mud.

Other men in white robes with the same tyrannical aura rushed past him one by one, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

The flames all over the candle's body were about to die out, and Kong took over his battle, killing the surrounding spirit beasts that were suppressed by the candle one by one. The candle that had lost its target stood there steadily, crumbling.

Xiao Bosheng wanted to go over, but someone grabbed his arm. He turned his head, and Yun Lan, who had taken off his mask, had eyes full of heartache.

"That's enough, brother, it's time for you to take a rest."

Raising her hand to push Yun Lan's hand away: "Let me go, at least, let me try to save the candle. This is all I can do."

Yun Lan let go of her hand and guarded him. Xiao Bosheng stepped on the spirit beast corpse on the ground and came to Zhuhuo. Seeing that his face was wrinkled and almost unconscious, Xiao Bosheng reached out to support him and placed him next to Jiang Wei's body.

Yun Lan turned around and stood guard at the intersection, dealing with the spirit beasts that had fled in all directions due to the encirclement and suppression.

Xiao Bosheng raised his hand and wiped the blue flame on the candle. The flame became much weaker, but it still did not go out.

Star Pupil was activated, and the blood stains in the corners of his eyes spread again.

He summoned a natal spiritual energy from his body and enveloped his hand. Then he grabbed the flame in the candle's hand with his bare hands. When he pulled it, the flame spread from his body to his own hand.

With a flick of his hand, some white flames fell on the corpse of the spirit beast beside him, and a raging fire suddenly ignited.

Maybe he really has a protagonist template, and he can cut even the natal aura as a whole.

He followed the same method and transferred the flames from other places on Zhuhuo's body. Xiao Bosheng, who had consumed a lot of his natal spiritual energy, felt a little weak and choked on the unknown substance in the air and coughed.

Looking at the candlelight, he put his hand on his chest, and the remaining spiritual energy spread into his body, carefully sorting out his remaining spiritual energy.

A broad palm fell on his shoulder, and two completely different and gentle spiritual powers poured into his body.

Turning around and taking a look, it was Yun Fangche who nodded to him. Xiao Bosheng concentrated on mobilizing his spiritual energy.

Using himself as a bridge, he transferred Yun Fangche's spiritual energy into Zhuhuo's body. Feeling that his physical condition had stabilized, Xiao Bosheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it's not completely powerless.

Raising his hand, Yun Fangche patted him on the shoulder and rushed towards the battlefield in the pit without saying anything.

Xiao Bosheng supported the wall with his hands and slowly sat next to Jiang Wei, his eyes dark.

As he relaxed, the adrenaline faded away, and overwhelming fatigue and dizziness hit him. Xiao Bosheng lost consciousness and fell softly to the ground on the other side.

Yun Lan, who had been paying attention to his side, saw this and immediately called out to Yun Fangche, throwing out a stream of spiritual energy and cutting the beaten spirit beast under Yun Fangche into two pieces.

Yun Fangche rushed towards Xiao Bosheng, with spiritual armor covering his whole body. He leaned over and picked up Xiao Bosheng, with pure spiritual flames spurting out from his back.

"Miaomiao, help me navigate to Jiangcheng Tai'an Hospital."

In the vast white space, Xiao Bosheng opened his eyes.

"where is this?"

I looked around and saw that everything was white. I couldn't tell the size of the space or the length of the distance.

"younger brother."

Hearing the familiar voice, Xiao Bosheng was startled and turned around. A translucent blue figure stood behind him, looking at him with gentle eyes.

"Sister Jiang Wei!"

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her arm, but it passed through the light and shadow. He retracted his hand somewhat silently, and Xiao Bosheng lowered his head.

"sorry."

Jiang Wei's illusory arm touched his head: "I'm sorry if I have anything to say. It was my own choice, don't feel guilty."

Xiao Bosheng lowered his head, tears falling from the corners of his eyes and floating in this special space: "Obviously I should be the one who died."

Jiang Wei waved her hand and wanted to hit him on the head, but the illusory shadow passed through.

"I didn't choose that way to save you. I chose to escape and escape the pain of losing my friend. You know, the one who survives needs courage."

Xiao Bosheng raised his head, tears glistening in his eyes: "I know."

Jiang Wei patted him gently on the shoulder: "It's time for you to go back. Do you still remember our agreement? I will watch you carefully."

The blue figure kept fading, and finally dissipated in the air. Jiang Wei's gentle smile seemed to be still in the air, but there was no trace of him. Xiao Bosheng took a step forward and suddenly stretched out his hand, only to catch nothing.

The surrounding white color converged, and Xiao Bosheng appeared on the cliff in his dream. His step forward was missed, and Xiao Bosheng fell from the cliff and opened his eyes on the hospital bed.

What comes into view is the snow-white ceiling, and what hits the nose is the pungent smell of disinfectant.

My head still hurt, and I wanted to raise my hands to prop myself up, but there was no strength in my hands. I turned my head hard to see if there was anyone else around, but I only saw an empty ward.

With a silent sigh, Xiao Bosheng closed his eyes again, feeling the changes after the second level, as well as the new techniques bred in his star pupils.

The pupils under his eyelids turned pure black, and little stars lit up. Even with his eyes closed, he could clearly feel the surrounding aura and the excitement they conveyed.

After sweeping his mental power across his body, he realized why he couldn't use any force at all.

The natal spiritual energy in his body was extremely thin, almost reaching the warning line of organ failure. He smiled bitterly and did not feel surprised.

After the fireworks begin to burn their natal spiritual energy, they can only be extinguished if they burn out.

In order to reverse this state, he cut his own spiritual energy and transferred the spiritual flame from the candle to the cut part, which consumed a lot.

Later, in order to extend the life of Zhuhuo, Xiao Bosheng once again cut off his own spiritual energy and integrated it into Zhuhuo's failing organs. At that time, he had the intention of dying.

Zhuhuo has a wife and children, but he has nothing. He exchanges his lonely life for a happy family. It's a very cost-effective exchange, isn't it?

It's just that he didn't die.

As soon as his mind moved, the spiritual energy floating in the air immediately condensed together, changing its shape according to his thoughts, and then slowly integrated into his body, nourishing the depleted natural spiritual energy.

Now he doesn't want to die. There are many things that can only be done while alive.

Under conscious guidance, he recovered quickly. After a few minutes, he could feel some strength in his body. He sat up on the mattress, then lifted off the quilt and put on the disposable slippers placed beside the bed.

He couldn't hold it in any longer and needed to get some water.

"Meow⁓"

Only then did Xiao Bosheng find the snow gun lying in a shoe box next to the bed, with a not-so-thick blanket spread in the box. Seeing him sit up, Snow Gun jumped out of the shoe box excitedly and rubbed against his ankles.

He smiled helplessly: "I can't hold you now, I'm too weak."

"Meow⁓"

After a while, Snow Gun ran to the door, jumped up, turned the door handle, and ran out through the crack in the door.

Looking at her figure, Xiao Posheng's gloomy mood improved a lot. He stood up holding the edge of the bed and staggered towards the bathroom in the corner of the ward.

Snow Gun, who ran out of the door, passed through the short corridor and soon reached the nurse's desk on this floor. He stretched out his front paws to grab the trouser legs of the nurse on duty.

Feeling the movement on her legs, Yang Jing lowered her head and saw the white cat raised by Xingchen. The white cat kept scratching her trouser legs with its outstretched front paws.

"What's the matter?"

"Meow meow⁓"

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to ask my colleagues to buy you some dried fish?"

"Meow meow meow."

"Are you thirsty? Can I get you some water?"

Seeing that Yang Jing didn't understand what she meant at all, Xue Qiang turned around and ran a few times anxiously, and then headed towards the corridor. Only then did Yang Jing realize that Xingchen had woken up.

He took something from under the service desk, got up and walked towards the ward where Xiao Bosheng was.