After being read by the tyrant, the character of the little cannon fodder completely collapsed

Ling Xi’s identity!
Wake up the memory!

Ling Xi's head buzzed, as if something exploded, tearing at her memory.

Splitting headache!

She held her head and half-knelt on the ground in pain. Suddenly she heard someone exclaim: "Luo Xiancao, are you crazy? How can you actively trigger her memory? Do you want her to go crazy again?"

Before she could see clearly who was coming, she felt a sudden pain on the back of her head and fainted.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar face.

"His Majesty……"

Chen Qianzhe was sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking something.

When he saw her waking up, he immediately hid the thing in his sleeve, stood up, helped her up, and sat down.

"How is it, does your head still hurt?"

"It hurts," Ling Xi rubbed the back of his head: "I don't know which bastard hit me!"

"It's me!" A low voice came from one side.

Only then did Ling Xi realize that there were other people in the room.

Li Dao!

Fallen fairy grass!
Luoxiancao was sitting on the threshold, tinkering with something, while Li Dao, who answered the conversation, was leaning over the window sill, teasing the white parrot in the cage.

Seeing Ling Xi looking at him, he immediately explained: "First of all, I want to save you, not hurt you... I used magic to make you fall asleep, but it will not hurt you!"

sleeping? !
Ling Xi's memory gradually came back to life, and the words she heard before she fell into coma made her think about it with horror.

"What are you talking about? What passive trigger? What trigger?" "Xi'er, don't worry, listen to them in detail," Chen Qianzhe hurriedly stepped forward to hold her wrist, held her in his arms comfortingly, and whispered. : "It's okay, it's okay now, it's okay..."

"It's not nothing, it's something, a big thing," Ling Xi pushed him away anxiously, but her fingers hooked something in his sleeve, pulling out the thing Chen Qianzhe had just hidden.

The moment he saw that thing, Ling Xi's pupils suddenly trembled, and he sat there in disbelief, staring straight at that thing.

That's a postcard!

A colorful postcard!
On the back of the postcard is her very familiar signature:
[To: I am at peace with my youth! 】

[Signature: Youth]

"This, this, this..." Ling Xi looked at the postcard. Instead of feeling any joy in her heart, she became frightened: "How could this be here?"

This is a postcard she sent to herself when she was eighteen years old in her previous life.

This thing is absolutely impossible to appear in this world!
"Yeah, why do your things in the real world appear in the book world!?" Luoxiancao was still tinkering with something, and replied seemingly casually.

But this sentence was enough to defeat all Ling Xi's defenses.

"You? You..." Ling Xi looked at the three men in front of her and asked in disbelief: "You, you also wear books!?"

"No, no, no, we are different," Li Dao pointed at himself and Luoxiancao: "We are all reborn, and he..."

He pointed at Chen Qianzhe again: "This is his first rebirth!"

"...What is the first rebirth?" Ling Xi's CPU started to smoke: "Isn't it...isn't it your first rebirth?"

"To be precise, you, me, Luoxiancao, the three of us..." Li Dao stretched out three fingers: "We are all reborn for the third time!"

"...Impossible!" Ling Xi directly denied without thinking: "If I am also reborn, why do I have no memory of rebirth?" (End of Chapter)