"It's you!"

Du Rong got up in the morning as usual, washed after cultivating a period of useless internal strength, just wiped his eyelids, and looked at his own reflection in the waves of water in the bucket with half-open eyes in a daze.

It wasn't until his brain was rewound from the stagnant stage that he roared in a low voice with a mixture of dazed, stunned, suspicious, and surprised.

This is the Yanfu mansion of Wulin Town, located in the border of Yunfeng Country, although this town is small, but this Yanfu covers an extremely wide area, and there are more than 1,000 servants in the house, which is definitely the largest household in this town.

The people here are fierce, the practice of martial arts has become the style, and there is a non-injured door with a high status in the rivers and lakes not far from the town, and it has been good friends with the Yan family for generations. Both sides are masters, and they can be regarded as a large force under each other's support.

The big family of martial arts is not short of yellow and white things, and with money, they naturally like to be vassal, elegant, pavilions, water pavilions, and deep courtyards. If it weren't for the giant martial arts platform in the middle of the mansion in this Yan Mansion mansion, I am afraid that it would look more like a scholarly family.

Since he is a foreign surname, the scenery of this Yan Mansion naturally has nothing to do with Durong, his father is an ordinary martial arts teacher who guides the children of the outer branch in the house, and to be more honest, he is just a domestic slave at the level of martial arts in the acquired realm.

If it is said that a martial artist in the acquired realm can always be a decent head in the martial arts hall if he goes to the outside world, but Yan Mansion will not give these opportunities to the people below, these sect leaders cultivated by Yan Mansion have family members behind them as constraints, don't think about going anywhere.

Du Rong also has a sister who is two years younger than him, and his mother is also working as a cook in Yanfu, and his parents are both domestic slaves and will not have any income, and the family of four can only barely make ends meet in poverty.

The room he was in was specially prepared for the servants on the periphery of the Yan Mansion, and the haphazard building and simple decoration had a stark contrast with the magnificent exterior.

Overhead were the black and blue bricks, the roof tiles had fallen off, the large open holes were only symbolically paved with thatch, and most of the surrounding wall pillars were cracked and crumbling.

It is a bit too much to describe the house he is in.

Some yellowed and leafless books and defaced and moldy bamboo slips were still melted into literacy and hyphenation, and they were rescued from the discarded places, plus a few rough linen clothes with many patches were his entire belongings.

As for the bronze mirror, which is expensive to ordinary people, don't even think about it, and if you want to see your appearance clearly, you can only use the tattered wooden barrel to beat a bucket of water to take care of your dignity.

Staring at the face that was still reflected in the swaying water, Du Rong didn't mean that he didn't know what he looked like after living for fifteen years, and the skin that this life gave him a fairly good look had long been no longer strange, and his eyes were more focused on the position of the forehead.

He reached out and slowly pressed it to his forehead, and waited until his fingertips touched the skin and rubbed it gently, the smooth touch did not give him any other information, but the clear image of the calmer water clearly told him what was on his forehead.

A red-gold wheel about two inches in diameter appeared in the middle of his forehead, and above the wheel, there were ten protrusions, each of which seemed to be inlaid with a brilliant gem at the end, all of which were of different colors. It's a pattern printed on the skin, but it's as dazzling as the real thing.

There was a straight line of the same color extending directly below the roulette wheel, but when it reached the center of the eyebrows, it faded and became invisible, which seemed to be not the whole picture, and it had reopened the dusty memory of Du Rong for a long time, and set off a monstrous wave in his heart.

"Godfall...... staff" Durong's fingers stroked his forehead, and his mouth murmured like a whisper.

In the game that swept the world in his previous life, the supreme treasure in "Glory of the Mage" is now really imprinted on his brain, and the last memory of his last life is that as the first element mage of the whole server, he took the staff built by the resources and financial resources of the whole server to lead dozens of players who were also at the top to attack the "Creation Dragon God - Gardo." ”

After three days of krypton's liver, he had grown up in this quaint Eastern world for several years when his consciousness was restored again.

Fifteen years passed like a white horse, and even when he almost forgot that the soul in his body was not native, this sudden appearance not only pulled his memory back to the past, but also appeared in his mind with a bunch of mysterious runes and knowledge, and the rumored headache did not appear, as if everything was inherited naturally as if it belonged to his own knowledge.

"Old man, if you suck my internal strength and blood for nine years, I won't bother with you for this day, but what do you mean by being so pompous and growing in my head?"

Under the mirror, Du Rong's expression became very exciting, his eyebrows were sometimes tight and sometimes stretched, from disbelief to a little sudden realization, and the tangled expression finally exchanged for a little relief, and the reason why he had not gained anything in any way he had cultivated his internal strength for nine years was answered at this moment.

Nine years have passed since he was a subordinate, and he could be called around at will, and then he was given the title of waste and ridiculed.

I think it was this mark that squeezed him out to gain momentum, so why was his mind dizzy after every training, and the qi and blood that should have been full felt that his body was hollowed out.

At this moment, the heart of the people who realized what was happening was beating very fast, first, the sudden appearance of this mark did not know what impact it would have on him, and secondly, the position it chose was old and domineering, and he was afraid that he would not be able to get out of the door with this pattern on his head.

The fright didn't stop, and just as he was thinking about the content of the game in his previous life, a magnetic synthetic electronic female voice prompt generated out of thin air in his mind startled him.

"Knock, dear player No. 303, welcome to log in to Honor of Mages again, the server is being updated and maintained, please look forward to the new version"

Du Rong frowned, staring at the sudden translucent panel in front of him.

[Character Name: Chu Lan]

[Class: Elemental Mage]

[Rank: Not Started]

[Combat Skill: Unloaded]

[Life Skill: Unloaded]

[Backpack: Character Particularity does not support development]

[Equipment: Godfall]

[Map: Load 0.000000000001%]

[World Channel: Not Turned On]

This change made Du Rong stunned in place, like being struck by lightning, Chu Lan was the name of his original reality and game, after so many years in another world, why could this familiar panel still open like this in this reality?

But now on this translucent panel, all the fonts are gray and inoperable. Only the map with many decimal places was opened to see the information inside, and a lonely point of the town of Ulin was located on it, and it was dark all around.

This map that originally belonged to "Glory of Mages", why does Wulin Town now include it? Du Rong was puzzled at this time, and after his mind turned and did not put it on the panel, the translucent panel also disappeared.