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Ignorance.

Unconscious.

There is no basis for thinking.

The emptiness continues.

Although there is no perception, existence is real.

There is a slight rhythm in the world.

Time is ticking.

Bit.

After a thousand beats, consciousness suddenly came.

When I opened my eyes, there was an endless light all around, but it was not dazzling.

The head is empty, nothing.

"Numbered 070936817264, Returnee, Amnestic..."

In the dark, there were constant sounds.

"Memories go to zero. ”

"Insert the basics, insert the in..."

"After the insertion is completed, the inspection is re-inspected, and the inspection is passed. ”

Although these voices can be heard, they are like clouds of eyes, leaving no trace in the memory.

Then, a clear voice came, very soft and beautiful: "Number 07093681726 please choose a name for yourself." ”

"What do you mean by taking a name?"

Consciousness welled up, still a little dazed.

The voice repeated, "Please choose a name for yourself." ”

"Why the name?"

The voice repeated, "Please choose a name for yourself." ”

"Oh, I see, the name is what others call me, but, what should I choose?"

The soft voice is no longer repeated: "If you can't give yourself a name, the system can pick one for you at random." ”

"I don't know what it's called, you can get it for me. ”

"Randomly selected: Hejin Tang. ”

"What's the name? It's too ugly, don't. ”

"Random again: Yunshui Tian. ”

"It's not good, change!"

"Random again picked: Flower Moon Fragrance. ”

"This name is a bit funny, forget it, I'll take it myself, it's called Dongfang..."

"The system alarmed, suspecting that the amnestics of the person concerned were incomplete, and re-examined... No anomalies found, you are not a warlock, and your name must be more than three words. ”

"Hey, what's going on? Why call the police? Can't be called Dongfang, okay, I'll think about it again, hey, it's so hard to choose a name at first glance, what's my name? Dongfang... Close... , Yuan...?"

"Name: Dongfang Guan Yuan, do you confirm? Suggestion: You are a wise man, give priority to a three-character name. ”

"Hey, the name Dongfang Guan Yuan is not bad, it sounds much more pleasant, absolutely masculine, just a little dirt, soil is dirt, it's called Dongfang Guan Yuan. ”

"Name: Dongfang Guan Yuan, please confirm again. ”

"Excuse me, can I change my name in the future?"

"There is only one chance to change. ”

"Oh, then that's it, I'm sure, it's called Dongfang Guan Yuan. ”

"Dongfang Guan Yuan, number 070936817264, gene degree 6.2, variability 1.8, comprehensive evaluation of the middle and lower, compiled into the ancient era. ”

The voice sounded directly in my head, and before I could understand it, my eyes were shattered, and everything turned into nothingness, including the voice just now, which seemed to have never appeared.

Then a tumultuous memory swept over like a blizzard.

Memories are not complicated, it is his identity.

Name: Iceblood Jingbei.

Age: Sixteen years old.

Place of birth: Ziqian Village.

In addition to these, there are only some basic knowledge and language.

"Ice Blood Jingbei, how can anyone with the surname Ice Blood! What kind of broken name is this?"

It's more like putting together a few unrelated words, like a few random numbers, insignificant.

He was a little resentful: "I am me, heaven and earth, unique me!

Faintly, there is another kind of memory that is quietly breeding, very shallow and hazy.

He was excited, and he knew that it was important, very important, and he tried his best to discern it, to capture it.

"My name seems to be Dongfang Guan Yuan, this name is a bit earthy, and it's not a good name, I'm a big man, I should have a tall and noble name, how can it be this kind of broken name!" he was even more angry.

It's a pity that the memory is very faint, as faint as a passing cloud, and it can't bring him more inspiration.

He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to open them, for fear that once he did, the memories that had grown would be cut off.

Memories are like vague fireflies, far and near.

"My name is indeed Dongfang Guan Yuan, whether it is good or not, this is my name. ”

But then the question arose: "However, I didn't seem to be called this name, this was taken later, and it turned out that I still had a real name, which seems to be a very decrepit name, what is it called? Why can't I remember it... Forget it, it wasn't a good name before, just think it was a dream, a game, a nickname in the game, no matter what his name is, I will be called Dongfang Guan Yuan in the future!"

Dongfang Guan Yuan confirmed his identity.

"But who is Ice Blood Jingbei? How can I have different names at the same time? Two completely different memories?"

Dongfang Guan Yuan didn't dare to think deeply, and disrupted the memory that was slowly recovering.

However, he was interrupted by a sharp whistle in the distance, and then a hoarse voice shouted: "The monster is attacking again, all the villagers immediately gather at the entrance of the village!"

Dongfang Guan Yuan was angry: "Who is this shouting?"

When he opened his eyes, he saw a small, dilapidated room.

Several wooden beams were placed on a crooked side, the thin, twisted rafters were like dead branches picked up at random, and the rudimentary thatch was on them, and the four walls were made of adobe, which was already somewhat weathered and mottled.

Dongfang Guan Yuan sat up in surprise, the small room had no windows, only a bed and a door, the bed was an earthen bed, with a straw mat and an old stiff linen blanket, half-spread and half-covered, the door was made of some thin wooden planks and indiscriminately inserted into a door, among which there were a few pieces of old bark, and the light penetrated through the gap in the door panel.

"Am I possessed again?"

Dongfang Guan Yuan's mind cleared up a little, and he moved his hands and feet, it was a real perception, and he quickly concluded the situation he was in now.

The body is very weak, as if it is the first recovery after a long illness.

Lifting the blanket, Dongfang Guan Yuan found that he was wearing a simple linen coat and a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

"I woke up!" he was a little surprised.

Get up and get out of bed, stretch out your arms to reach the beams on the roof, the room is too small.

Dongfang Guan Yuan already knew clearly at this time that he threw himself into a poor family, it was nothing, as long as he worked hard, he would always get better, not to mention that this was not a problem at all, the most important thing was how to return to the original world.

His memories are still being reclaimed.

Pulling out the deadbolt of the door and pushing open the wooden door, Dongfang Guan Yuan lowered his body and wore out.

The light outside was bright, so he squinted his eyes, raised his left hand to block in front of him, the light was not too dazzling, he quickly got used to it, looked up, the sky was gloomy, and he couldn't see what time it was.

Looking around, there was no yard in front of the house, and the rooms near and far were roughly similar to his hut, except that some were larger, and there was not even a single tile on the roof, all of them were made of mud and grass, and there was a kind of lilac rice growing everywhere around the room, which was thick and uneven, and most of them had already set ears, and there was a narrow path in the middle of the rice that could be passed.

"That's too primitive!"

Dongfang Guan Yuan was buried in his heart, but he vaguely remembered the number, and his suspicion rose: "Ancient times? This is ancient times! I was incorporated into ancient times! This seems to be a game world! It's not possession, it's not a trap world, all trap worlds are under the control of backdoor laws, how can I, a true god, be trapped in a trap world!"

"It's a game!

"But what's the matter with the true gods, what is the trap world? Is that in another game scenario?"

The memories that bred conflict in his mind, leaving Dongfang Guan Yuan at a loss.

"Jingbei, hurry up, don't be slow, the old village chief should punish you for being hungry if you go late. A sturdy man turned out of a mud house, beckoned to Dongfang Guan Yuan, and hurriedly ran in one direction.

"Got it, come on. Dongfang Guan Yuan was busy and chased after the big man.

At this time, he found that his memory was clearer again, and he could even recall his experience in the trap world, and he remembered his original name, no length!

But he was a little puzzled, could it be that the current world is also a trap world, trapping him, the true god, in it?

Or are those memories really just an experience in the game world? Wu Chang is just a nickname in that game, just like the current Ice Blood Jingbei?

Dongfang Guan Yuan rushed while thinking about it, and began to pant after a few steps.

This body is so weak!

Dongfang Guan Yuan had to slow down, turning into a slow walk, the big man in front of him had already turned a corner and lost his trace, but fortunately, people from other rooms came out one after another, running in the same direction, Dongfang Guan Yuan was mixed in these people, but he would not lose his way.

These men and women, old and young, some women still hold small babies, everyone is dressed in sackcloth, some old and new, both men and women wear long hair tied behind their heads, their hair is curly and sticky, it seems that it has never been washed, and their skin is rough and stained.

Dongfang Guan Yuan secretly observed while walking, while maintaining an indifferent look, so as not to be seen as flawed.

The village is not large, only a few dozen households, and the whole village is enclosed by a wooden fence, and some thorns with spikes are tied indiscriminately on the fence, and the so-called village entrance is a fence gate.

To the right of the fence gate was a tall mound of earth, on which was a small thatched pergola, a lookout post, on which was a sturdy old man, with a long beard fluttering, but with a red face and a radiant spirit.

One hundred and ten villagers gathered in the small square in front of the village entrance, most of them looking nervously at the fence gate.

"The purple millet is almost ripe, and the monster is attacking the village again. ”

"We must beat them away and guard our purple millet. ”

"If we don't get rid of them, we'll all starve to death or be eaten by monsters. ”

The villagers were talking.

Dongfang Guan Yuan hid behind the crowd and thought to himself: "This old man must be the old village chief, but where is the monster? So many people are empty-handed, how can they fight monsters?"

While he looked around, he saw a pile of wooden sticks of the same length and thickness piled up next to the lookout post, "Do you rely on these sticks? What era is this, and there is not even a single iron tool!"

At the same time, a question kept struggling in his mind: "Is this a game or a trap world?"