Tao Ran quickly put away his thoughts and once again focused on the rather handsome face in the mirror.

Mixed-race children in this world are usually very beautiful, and Li Mochen's parents are rare handsome men and beauties. Therefore, the face of the original owner of the body is naturally fresh and handsome, graceful and suave, much stronger than Tao Ran's original physical body.

The only fly in the ointment is that this guy's face is a little pale, and there seems to be some undernutrition.

At this time, Tao Ran's eyes were blank, and he dipped his hand in water and wrote the words 'Li Mochen' in the mirror, and then there was silence for a while.

He thought to himself that no matter what happened before, what he was like in the realm of the Primordial Dome, he could only be called Li Mochen in this world. In the future, the name Tao Ran can only be hidden in his memory.

This is not only to better integrate Li Mochen's remnant soul, to achieve integration with this body as soon as possible, and to become one with the body and soul, but also to gain a foothold in this world.

When Tao Ran entered this body, he could sense the 'rejection' and 'squeezing' of him by this world. It is precisely for this reason that he chose fusion in the first place, rather than the simpler 'devouring' and 'melting'.

But this method can only help the urgency of the moment. Before he and Li Mochen's remnant souls were truly one and indistinguishable from each other, he was still an outsider in this world.

Then the many monks in this world are also worthy of vigilance.

According to the memory of the original owner of the body, the Mahayana realm that Tao Ran reached in the realm of the primordial dome was only equivalent to the 'legend' in the west of this realm and the 'practice void' in the eastern cultivation realm.

It's unimaginable that there are so many strong people above him in this world!

His honorific title in the Primordial Firmament Realm is 'Shenxiao Infinite Purple Void Immortal King', but this is only the canonization of the Langya Heavenly Dynasty, and it is not worthy of the name. However, in this world, there really is a king of immortals, a lord of gods.

Tao Ran guessed that an outsider like himself should not be popular with the monks of this realm, so he usually needed to be restrained to avoid being seen as abnormal.

And if you want not to show flaws, you have to start from small things, and you must not be negligent in 'self-awareness'.

Thinking about it this way, he is really worried about internal and external troubles now, and it is difficult to move.

"—Li Mochen, Andre Lee Wildenstein? ”

After Li Mochen sighed in an American tone, he began to brush his teeth and wash. After losing the body of the Mahayana realm, he no longer has that quiet glass body, and his face is a little shiny if he doesn't wash it for a day.

After washing himself cleanly, Li Mochen came out and carefully inspected his residence.

The room was small, gray, cold and damp. The walls of the four walls are mottled and falling apart from disrepair, and the room is filled with the smell of mold.

From this abode alone, it can be seen that the current life of the former owner of his body must be extremely embarrassing.

This is consistent with the situation in Li Mochen's memory, two months after that incident, the original owner could no longer afford the property that his parents took out a loan to buy. However, in accordance with the laws in force in the Commonwealth of America, when the bank repossessed the property, it also rented the house for him for a period of one year.

However, Li Mochen's personality should be very diligent, all corners of the room are spotless, and the bedding and quilt covers on the bed are also clean and clean, without any peculiar smell.

It's just that the fridge is empty, and there are no breadcrumbs. Before he borrowed a new life, the original owner had already exhausted all the food reserves.

Li Mochen touched his grunting belly, and his face once again showed helplessness.

How long has it been since he had cultivated to reach the Bigu realm, where he could eat and drink dew for a long time, without drinking or eating?

But there is no way, his body is only a third-level magic swordsman, and he is far from the realm of Bigu. What's more, in this Amerika's cultivation system, there is no such thing as a valley, even if there is some similarity to the realm of the primordial dome in the Eastern civilization.

People here are very good at eating, and they think that the more a person eats, the better he eats, the faster his strength will grow, and his body will be stronger.

This is probably due to the difference in the environment, the lack of resources in the realm of the primordial firmament, and the weakness of the primordial spirit, so the cultivators pay attention to 'being in harmony with heaven and earth, and in harmony with the sun and moon'. Not only when cultivating, we must use as little heaven and earth spirit as possible, but also protect those heavenly and earthly treasures, rare and exotic beasts, and not pick and kill them excessively.

According to this statement, it is necessary to blend in with nature, protect nature, and pay attention to environmental protection and avoid waste when practicing.

But in the world of the original owner, whether it is material or primordial spirit, it is unbelievably rich.

- At least in his opinion, all the cultivation systems in the memory of the original owner, if placed in the realm of the original firmament, would most likely be regarded as demons.

Li Mochen didn't mean to get entangled in this regard, and he didn't feel that he had a position to despise or criticize the cultivators of this world.

The environment is different, and the angle of looking at things is naturally different. What's more, people in this world are actually aware of this problem.

In short, he is ready to follow the customs, and all kinds of treasures and miracle elixirs in this world can help him recover his strength as soon as possible.

It's just that this is a top priority, and you still have to fill your stomach first.

So Li Mochen looked for his memory again, and moved the corner of a desk in the corner, revealing a hidden shallow pit below. There was a pile of banknotes in it, of varying amounts.

Li Mochen counted it, there were a total of five hundred and sixty gold shields, which was all the property of the original owner. According to the current prices of America, this will probably allow him to live for a month, which is really poor enough-

At this moment, he heard a knock at the door of the house, and William's male voice came from outside the door: "Amo, have you slept enough? ”

After a night, Li Mochen didn't react for a while, and it wasn't until twenty seconds later that he realized that the visitor outside was calling him.

When he came back to his senses, he quickly took one from the stack of bills in his hand and put it in his pocket. The rest was curled up by him, ready to be tucked back under the corner of the table.

But then he frowned slightly, feeling that this was not the right way to hide the money.

Li Mochen first took a closer look around, then kicked his legs, his body was as light as smoke along the wall, and put the roll of banknotes above the ceiling, behind the lampshade of the fluorescent lamp.

In the memory of the original owner, the security of the American Federation is polarized.

Li Mochen used to live in a wealthy area, and due to the efforts of a large number of patrol policemen, the law and order can be described as good. But the neighborhood he is in now called 'Wanderer' obviously can't enjoy this treatment.

It's just a slum south of Atlanta, populated by a bunch of poor people with unemployed blacks and illegal immigrants, and a public housing built by the government to house blacks. Therefore, on both sides of the streets, you can see street girls and black people peddling all kinds of drugs, and robberies and burglaries are not uncommon. At any moment, a group of people in the street can come out with their guns drawn and shoot at each other. Or a group of powerful 'outlaws' who use their abilities unscrupulously in the streets.

When the original owner first started to relocate, he suffered two losses, and all his belongings were looted.

Li Mochen has been practicing martial arts with his father since he was a child, and swordsmanship has actually entered the house. But in the face of the guns behind him, he couldn't do anything.

After that, he learned to be smart, and every time he went out, he would try to call friends, and would never carry more than ten gold guilders. The rest of the belongings are stored at home.

But Li Mochen felt that the original owner's idea was still too simple. For those who are habitual thieves, the money hidden under the corner of the table is actually not safe. For the sake of safety, we have to change the way it is more appropriate.

When Li Mochen was in the realm of the original firmament, he was a master of picking the door, and now that the tiger has fallen in Pingyang, there is a tendency to become even more serious.

These five hundred and sixty gold shields are now his entire net worth, and they are also the foundation of his current foothold, and there is no room for failure.

And just when Li Mochen carefully looked at the fluorescent lamp above to determine whether there were any traces left, the knock on the door sounded again.

"Hey, Amo, Andrei, why haven't you moved? Are you dead from sleep?"