"My lord, make it impossible!"

　　The old white-haired butler fell to his knees with a "plop".

　　"Don't, my lord! Wooooooo......"

　　The other subordinates followed suit one by one, and the cries instantly filled the entire compartment.

　　Tang Leshan's face was blank as he silently put down the water ladle.

　　He just wants to wash his hair!

　　Two months ago, Tang Leshan was sacrificed in a rescue mission, and when he opened his eyes again, an electronic voice in his head told him that he had traveled into a book, and became the current high-flying young master with no wife, children, or siblings.

　　It was as if a pie fell from the sky, aiming to fall into Tang Leshan's mouth.

　　There's just one thing: this young master is weak and gets sick whenever he moves. When Tang Leshan arrived, it happened to be the young master who had gotten wind chill, and was said to have been in a coma for several days. Tang Leshan guessed that the original owner should have failed to pull through, which allowed him to take advantage of the situation.

　　Since he could live again, Tang Leshan certainly cherished this opportunity.

　　Weakness was not to be feared; as far as he could observe, the original owner's weakness was due to severe malnutrition and lack of exercise.

　　This young man somehow blindly eats vegetarianism and does not consume protein at all. In the long run, he is deficient in iron, zinc, calcium, and all kinds of deficiencies, and it is strange that he is not weak.

　　Tang Leshan thought he could rectify this, but the subordinates up and down the mansion did not think so.

　　No, he hadn't washed his hair for days, and merely trying to wash it was discouraged by the underlings who cried bitterly for fear that he would catch a cold.

　　"Okay, okay, don't cry," Tang Leshan couldn't stand the rising and falling cries, "I'm not going to wash it, I'm not going to wash it, okay!"

　　Compromised, he sat down on a nearby stool and called the maid to re-tie his hair.

　　During this process, Tang Leshan recalled the panicked expressions of his subordinates when he usually ran, stretched, and did curls in the mansion, as well as the butler's repeatedly confirming platitudes every time he wanted to eat meat: "Young master wants to eat meat? Do you really want to eat it? Is it true that you want to eat it?"

　　Tanglewood kind of misses the modern day.

　　He simply put on his outer shirt, "I'm going out for a stroll, no need to follow me."

　　"Gongzi ......" The old housekeeper tearfully just wanted to babble, but Tang Leshan was already striding out.

　　*

　　In fact, apart from the underlings offering Tang Leshan as a porcelain doll, life here wasn't too bad.

　　Especially if you have a lot of silver in your wallet.

　　Tang Leshan walked out of the mansion on foot.

　　There was a big bazaar in his city of stopping the Xia, which was bustling in the daytime, with all kinds of stores lined up, and Tang Leshan had just walked to the side of the bazaar when the electronic sound went off in his head.

　　[Please ask the host to go left.]

　　Tang Leshan subconsciously obeyed the instructions and took a step to the left. Only to see a silhouette hit the air, dazedly scanning Tang Leshan and hurriedly running over.

　　It's a petty thief.

　　[Ding! Points +1]

　　Tang Leshan hooked the corner of his lips, his luck was truly overwhelming.

　　He was bound to this system called the [Good Luck System], and as long as he listened to the system's prompts, he would be able to live his life in peace and abundance.

　　What in the world could be so good?

　　At first he didn't believe it.

　　It wasn't until he tried listening a few times that he had to admit the system was too good.

　　Although the system could only remind him of the dangers in front of him, the system gave him tips that he could get bonus points for if he followed them. The higher the points, the higher the luck value, as if he would win every bet and pass every exam.

　　In addition, the points could also be exchanged for goodies in the system mall, and last time he exchanged a pair of dumbbells, which were quite smooth to use, and were practically given away for nothing.

　　The anxiety of not being able to wash his hair was swept away; he was so lucky he couldn't really complain about anything else.

　　*

　　In a much better mood, Tang Leshan entered a random restaurant.

　　The store assistant warmly entertained Tang Leshan, and seeing that Tang Leshan was not well dressed, he took Tang Leshan up to the elegant room on the second floor.

　　Tang Leshan picked the wooden table against the hall, so he could eat and drink while listening to the storyteller downstairs.

　　Tang Leshan ordered wine and food and listened with interest to the storyteller's opening, today to tell the story of a disabled aristocrat who eloped with a poor boy.

　　As a result, Mr. Storyteller had just made a start when a powerful voice came into everyone's eardrums:

　　"Man Overboard ！！！！"

　　Out of instinct, Tang Leshan immediately lifted his butt, but before he could stand up straight, the system sent him a prompt:

　　[I ask the host to see death and let the villain fend for himself.]

　　Tanglewood:!!!

　　This world was both a book, and there would definitely be a protagonist and a villain. The original protagonist, who shared the same name as Tang Leshan, only appeared once in the original book, a cannon fodder who saved someone's life and lost it. And the person he saved was the strongest villain in the original book, who stabbed the protagonist to death with a sword before the plot was even finished because he was too powerful.

　　So the world collapsed and reset.

　　The system had told Tang Leshan about the original story outline, Tang Leshan pondered, anyway, there is nothing he, as long as you are careful to avoid the original plot of their own, do not drown, other people's love and hate, he does not care about it.

　　That's why he's been avoiding places with water, and he doesn't even go near the mansion's wells and tanks, except for the barrels for bathing.

　　Never in a million years did I realize that there was a pond behind this murderous tavern.

　　Outside the window seat on the second floor is the pool filled with lotus leaves, and at this time the poolside is crowded with people, talking and discussing:

　　"Who fell in?"

　　"It jumped in by itself!"

　　"What's going on?"

　　There was a buzz of people saying all sorts of things, just no one to save the day. Not far from the shore, sure enough, there was a man flailing in the water.

　　Saving lives doesn't allow for thinking.

　　Tang Leshan had seen too many passing lives, and emergency rescue was his vocation. He made his decision almost the moment he saw the other party.

　　[System, is there a penalty for not listening to what you prompted?]

　　He skimmed a quick question in his mind while removing his obtrusive outer shirt.

　　System: [Please think twice, contradicting the hints will deduct the host's points ......]

　　It didn't get a chance to finish its words, and by the time the first electronic tone sounded, Tang Leshan had already stepped on the wooden window prongs and used the force to scramble out of the window!