"Xiao Qiao?"

Chen Yu was stunned for a moment when he heard this name.

"Uncle, is this name not good?"

The girl looked a little strange.

"First of all, just call me Chenyu. Don't call me Shushucun. I'm only sixteen years old. Second, we call boys Xiao Qiao or something here, and girls called Lan Lan or something, which sound much better than Xiao Qiao."

"Uncle, you are so young..."

Qiao Lan was really shocked at this moment. Overseas, I often heard that men in the Han Empire grew up in greenhouses. Men in their twenties were not as mature as those in their teenagers overseas. However, the Chen Yu she saw today completely subverted her feelings.

He is only sixteen years old...

"Well, can I call you Brother Chen?"

"Yes, I'll call you Xiaolan."

The name Xiao Qiao is too sensitive, and Chen Yu thought it would be better not to use it.

After saying this, Chen Yu pushed the dishes in front of him to the girl and told her that she had eaten a good official meal in the morning and told her not to be polite.

The girl was eating, while Chen Yu opened Peng Lianshan's memoirs. In the girl's words, she and a few children hid in the secret passage. After waiting for more than ten days, they found that the village had been burned to ashes.

The group of them went to the city dozens of miles away, took the old man's head off and buried him, and went their separate ways.

Qiao Lan did not ask the old man for the secrets, gold, silver, jewelry and weapons, and took away the notes from the old man's relics.

She often saw the old man holding this note in her hands, but she didn't let others touch it. Her friends have also read this note, which is an ordinary and ordinary personal note.

"I want to be a big hero."

This is the title page of the notes, a little boy wrote, written by Peng Lianshan eighty-seven years ago.

Then, in the diary, the boy's life growing up.

When he was five years old, he got notes and then wrote down his ideals on it.

"I want to be a big hero."

When I was a child, I grew up in a happy family. When I grew up, I met a beautiful wife, had children and friends, loved my job and worked hard, and my career was smooth. I became a battalion commander at a young age. At the age of 30, I felt that my life was already very fulfilled, and then fate played a joke on him.

Pirates invade, the sky collapses, the earth is broken, the country is hatred and family is hatred, and life is honor and disgrace.

The old man struggled to resist the enemy and fought bloody battles. When he was victorious, he found that his relatives were no longer there.

"I want to be a big hero."

When he was a child, he swears like this, but at this time, he had only one thought, revenge.

After leaving the Han Empire, he went overseas and tried his best to take revenge. There was no shortage of blood, killing, betrayal, despicable and other things. When he was old, he suddenly realized that his life had come to an end.

"This book is Grandpa Peng's autobiography. My companions asked me to bring this book to the mainland and hope it can be published. This is a portrayal of Grandpa Peng's life."

"Um."

Chen Yu nodded and flipped through the book, but what he felt in his heart was strange.

This book is very old, the pages turn yellow, the cover is a bit broken, and it is heavy in your hand.

"If I were you, I would burn the book and flush the ashes directly into the toilet."

Shadow Killer, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly appeared in Shen Yu's mind.

"What happened? Is there any curse in this book?"

Chen Yu was also a little strange. He had just read a few chapters and felt that this note was very strange. The reason was that the writing style was so good.

Except for the words that the little boy wrote neatly on the title page at the beginning, and I wanted to be a great hero, the rest of this note was to describe the boy's life in a very smooth and concise style.

Autobiography is a very difficult article to write and is very difficult to write. Readers hope to see the protagonist’s three wives and four concubines in various ways, while the author hopes to instill chicken soup in life into everyone.

There are only a few people who write books, but they can write a person's experience vividly and fascinately, and even distinguish between priorities and know that some plots need to be strengthened, some are the authors who can be omitted, or they are very few.

Simply put, this is a memoir written by a sober bystander, but the old man is a warrior and used to read it...

"Peng Lianshan encountered a strange existence. He died, so the content of this book changed, and it turned into his autobiography."

“What exists?”

Chen Yu suppressed the surprise in his heart. On weekdays, Shadow Killing would not say so much to him, what happened today?

"Have you heard of wishing?"

"Of course I've heard of it."

"So, what would be the result if a wish can really bring about the reality?"

Shadow Killing, released a picture in front of Shen Yu, with the lines of the picture showing very simple display.

This is not the truth, but the inference or simulation.

"The young boy, one day on the road, got a strange book. This book told him that if he had any ideals, he could write it on the title page of the book."

Chen Yu took a deep breath and suppressed the pounding heart in his heart.

"Is this a wish?"

Make a wish... The dream comes true, this is the most desired ability in the world. If possible, Chen Yu doesn't mind transforming the current straight iron male shadow murder into the soft and cute girl shadow murder in the dream.

No, this is too stupid!

"No, it's not a wish book, it's just a book that records dreams."

"The boy thought for a long time and finally wrote down this ideal, he wanted to be a great hero.

After the little boy had this book, he suddenly had good friends to communicate with. For example, if he wanted to become a big hero, the book told him how to become a big hero, such as exercise every day, not picky about food, not sleeping in, study hard, respect teachers and parents, etc...."

"Does there be no magical secrets, no magic medicine, etc?"

Chen Yu blinked, then blinked again.

"No, what does magical skills, magic medicine, etc. have to do with the great hero?

The ability of this book is to record, and it carries thoughtful recording what you have done in the past ten days. It is a bit similar to fairies, spirit objects, etc., and can also chat with you every day and talk with you. These functions are similar to the light curtain communication between me and you. Boys can call out the query interface at any time."

"This is really a very good feature..."

Chen Yu thought about it, but thought this function was good.

This is simply a caring tutor.

The boy grew up day by day, because of the existence of this note, he could examine himself three times a day.

Although this book cannot kill people, cannot provide heat flow to strengthen the body, cannot hypnotize, cannot write people's names and then kill people, but what is there?

For a child, this is good enough!

It silently records what happened around the boy, such as who is in love with him - this crossover, such as why she is in love with you - this crossover, such as she likes you because you are good at studying, just like her, and helps the old lady crossover - this crossover - such as she looks at you affectionately behind you, and becomes arrogant when you turn your head...

This note is equivalent to installing several panoramic cameras on your head, and scenes within a radius of ten meters can be recorded, and then the memory records what happened in the past ten days. It is similar to a situation query, which gives boys a great advantage in learning and character interaction.

Even if the child’s parents discover this secret, they still support the child to continue to hold the book.

"But what does it have to do with me being a hero? Is it compulsive?"

"If it's compulsive, there's nothing. The problem is that this guy has no compulsiveness at all. It just tells you that if you do it too badly and too bad, it will automatically close."

...Shen Yu thought about it and found that this was a clean and neat way to break up.

"Then, this man, under the supervision of this book, is a good person and a hero in his mind, and then, his life has passed. Now, he is dead, and this book writes him an autobiography."

"That's all?"

Shen Yu blinked his eyes, and always felt that the story was still unsatisfied.

"Yes, it's like a woman, following you, and then getting used to her behavior and her help, and then you can't live without it again. And not much can really help you, but some people say it's better than me and more useful than me!"

Shadow Murder said helplessly.

"What, you have had a master before, what, you and her have served..."

Shen Yu was shocked, and the next moment, a bunch of disgusting things appeared in front of him.

"Shut up, today I have a rare aroused some interest. I will talk to you. If you don't want to listen, I won't say it."

"No, no, I know I'm wrong. Sorry, I won't joke again."

Shen Yu looked at the disgusting thing on the light curtain in front of him and quickly apologized. The system did not shock him, but this punishment was enough, especially when eating.

"You've been asking if I'll hurt you, right?"

Shadow Killer hummed, without giving Shen Yu a clear answer.

"Don't think so much, I won't tell you the inside story. Let's continue to talk about this... this guy called the Wishing Book."

“Is it harmful to hold it?”

"No, it just records a person's journey every day, and then when the ideal you write conflicts with it, it will close or leave you."

"So, Peng Lianshan has been overseas for more than 40 years and has killed so many people. Is he still a hero?"

"Do you think he is still a big hero?"
To be continued...