After Traveling Through the Book, I Accidentally Conquered the Male Protagonist.

[From time to time, in order to fight against the onset of occupational diseases, I receive × The super death feeling in the early stage and the cold and paranoid attack in the later stage] Once through time, ah, no! Wearing books, I don't know which one I'm wearing. Wei Xian'an waved goodbye to a teaching career of more than 20 years. System? Memory? He didn't have any. When he came, he hit a troublemaker and caught him off guard. But the saying is that if you don't look for trouble, trouble will come to you. His life was forced to be bound to a man named Lu Ziyuan. Why do you say? He said he didn't want to either. * Perhaps from the moment he carried Lu Ziyuan on his back, what was destined to happen began to turn. Born with black eyes, it is considered unknown. There is no reason and no reason is needed. Does that mean his eyes actually change color? "And... Why did you faint in the city!?" Wei Xian'an had an unpredictable expression on his face. Seeing the unconscious Lu Ziyuan who suddenly appeared on the roadside, he could only accept his fate and take him back to the inn, thinking about bringing him back to the sect later. * Sure enough, life cannot be smooth sailing. Wei Xian'an could only accept his fate, but the emergence of something unheard of - demonic energy broke everyone's understanding. Where did such a dangerous thing come from? That's right! There must be an answer at this time. The unlucky Wei Xian'an began to live a wandering life because of Lu Ziyuan, who was born with demonic energy and could absorb it. On the way, he also solved events left over from history. If you want to ask why he wanders, it's very simple, because the Endless Gate was destroyed... Asking him again why he took Lu Ziyuan with him again, it was also very simple, because he began to feel that Lu Ziyuan was not so hopeless. Inside he is still a young man who longs for care. Well, he admits he relented. But... He originally thought there was no system, but in the end, a system appeared halfway through. The righteous words used its stagnant machine voice to remind him that Lu Ziyuan was Wei Xian'an's younger brother and the protagonist of this book... The Lord who will destroy the world in the future! Horn! ? What? He co-wrote the supporting role script he got when he came here, but changed it to a cannon fodder script halfway through? He looked at Lu Ziyuan with a very strange look, and found that at some point Lu Ziyuan looked at him with many emotions that he did not understand, which were deep and complicated. Since then, the relationship has become estranged, with only Lu Ziyuan's fiery eyes following Wei Xian'an all the time, sending shivers down his spine. * The weather outside the territory was cloudy and uncertain, with rolling black clouds and faint thunder, which reflected the nervousness of its owner. "Is this what you want?" The black collar was tightly grasped by a pair of hands with clear joints, thin but not losing strength. "Maybe?" The person beneath him had no pupils in his eyes, and his eyes were pitch black, but Wei Xian'an clearly saw his own reflection inside, and his strength disappeared instantly. Without enough time to react, his body lost its support and fell onto the black robe. A hand covered with veins slowly covered the hand that was slightly smaller than his. "Why don't you come and try this place?" Slowly go down. Wei Xian'an's expression did not change, and he slowly curled up his fingers, breaking away from Lu Ziyuan's control. "You're so disgusting right now." A chuckle, "Didn't I look disgusting in your eyes before?" The person on his body moved away the moment he broke away, looking at him with contempt and disgust on his face. "That's right." 1. There is a bit of plot in the early stage, so some supporting characters will appear. 2. This article contains some of the author's own settings, please don't get too entangled! Thank you everyone for reading! Purpose: To always understand the hope of life and the meaning of death