Shadow Four felt as if he was drifting in space, his body was as light as a feather, he had no sense, and even his brain seemed to be dull, unable to think at all.

As if in a dream, in a bizarre dream, from the perspective of a third person, witnessed the birth of a baby boy. I watched the baby boy grow up from a little baby only one foot long, toddler, babbling, learning to study, and grow into a handsome fifteen-year-old boy.

And as the baby boy grew up, Ying Si's stagnant thinking finally began to be active.

But strangely, all the clothes in this dream were strange, he didn't see a single modern garment, and even all of them had their hair tied, these were all costumes that seemed to exist in ancient times long before the Blue Star Cataclysm. And they use tools that are extremely backward, electric lights, cars, lasers, none of them, and even the tools of transportation are horses that have disappeared for a long time.

Oh my God, I'm afraid the hardest mountainous areas are more advanced than them, right?

The constant sound of rushing water in his ears was not disturbing, but as the sound became louder and louder, Shadow Four couldn't help but feel a trace of irritability in his heart, and couldn't help but open his eyes.

But as soon as he raised his head, he saw a wave rushing towards him, like a quilt trying to cover him, and in a panic he wanted to dodge.

But the speed of the sea was so fast that before he could react, he was completely submerged and crashed into a protruding reef by the sea

"Goo-goo"

The slamming of his chest against the stone made his chest feel so tight that he couldn't hold back his breath and opened his mouth. The sea water poured into his mouth and nose, and the salty taste irritated his tongue with a bitterness, and the water entering through his nose made his trachea spasm.

It still hurts!

Didn't that damn explosives kill Lao Tzu?

When he finally surfaced, he coughed uncontrollably and kicked his legs to swim out of the water to shore.

But no matter how hard he tried, his body still swayed with the current, his arm seemed to be broken, and he couldn't move at all, and finally he could only be washed all the way to the shore with the sea.

"Ahem~"

After coughing for a long time, Ying Si spit out all the water in his trachea, looked behind him, and realized that the reason why he couldn't get up just now was because his hands were tied behind him with ropes, but because he had just pressed for too long, his arms had been completely numb.

Twisting his hands with all his might, Shadow struggled to break free of the rope, but the rope had swollen and sunk into the flesh because of the swelling of the seawater, and his struggle not only failed to loosen the rope, but tightened it tighter, almost breaking his wrists.

Sweating profusely and giving up the useless struggle, Shadow got up and looked around, trying to find a sharp object to break the rope.

As far as the eye can see, except for half of the cliff not far away, the entire beach is still sand except for sand.

The immortal Shadow Four strode towards the cliff, and his dazed brain, which was swamped by the water, began to think quickly.

Where is this?

Dongying?

Merrijian?

Shadow crawls around and observes the surroundings, trying to detect where she is.

Who the hell was tied up by him, and was it the mastermind behind those who wanted to take away the ring?

But since you have already tied yourself up, why throw yourself on the beach again.

Shadow Si thought as he walked quickly to the cliff, not paying attention to his feet, and Leng Buding tripped over something and fell to the ground.

"Hiss~"

Struggled to get up and look at the place where he had just fallen, Shadow Four's head couldn't help but tingle.

I saw a stump arm lying on the ground holding a short sword, because of the hazy night, he didn't find it just now.

But it wasn't the stump that made his scalp tingle, but the arm and the sword.

This sword is too familiar, because this sword accompanied him from birth to death for 4 years.

Dry sword.

Because of the mixture of some Edelman alloys, Huaxia made two extremely sharp short swords, and the Huaxia government found the four characters "Ganjiang Mo Xie" from ancient books as the names of these two swords. But why it ended up in his hands, the process is insignificant.

Because the Mo Evil Sword can be retracted freely, it was installed in the arm guard on his left arm, and the cadre was usually hidden in the sleeve of his right arm.

And this right arm holding the sword has been on him for 23 years......

A cool sea breeze blew gently, because Ying Si, who was already soaking wet, couldn't help but wake up from his dementia with a stirring spirit all over his body.

The corner of his eyes twitched as he looked at the stump arm under his feet, he slowly looked sideways at his right arm that was tied behind him, clenched his fist, and felt the real presence of his right hand, Shadow Four slowly lowered himself and pulled out the short sword from his clenched hand on the ground.

A sharp backhand sword cut the knot that bound his hand, and Shadow Four's right hand holding the sword trembled and sent it to him, taking advantage of the moonlight that was about to disappear in the sky.

My mind went blank for a moment, as if I had been ravaged by explosives, and there was only one thought left.

It's not my hand!

It's certainly not my hand!

White and tender, slender, without any strength, after being bound for a long time, he can't even hold a sword steadily, which is not at all different from his own fist that can punch out nearly two hundred kilograms of strength.

Aiming the sword at his face, looking at the pale face reflected on the sword body, the wet hair hanging over his ears and temples, and the upturned ponytail at the back of his head, Shadow Four's brain was once again ravaged by the storm.

Weakly put down the short sword, his legs went limp, and he sat on the ground decadently.

He knew his face now, and in his dreams, he witnessed this child named Zhao Lan, who had grown from a baby to an adult.

But this is ridiculous!

He may have guessed his current situation.

I crossed it myself.

Sometimes, there are things that force you to believe.

That fear before me was not a dream, but my own in this world, no, I should say the real memory of this body

Looking blankly at the vast sea in front of him, Shadow Four couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

I thought that I would not die, and I would survive the explosion of the yacht, and at most I would end up in captivity, so that there would always be an escape one day.

But he never thought that God seemed to have played a huge joke on him, and he actually sent him directly to a strange world, to this country called the Great Song Dynasty.

This is not a blue star!

In the ancient history of Lanxing, there was no dynasty called the Great Song Dynasty, and the only one similar to this Great Song Dynasty in the long history was only a dynasty called the former Zhou Dynasty. However, Yingzong of the previous week only lived for four years, and Yingzong of this world has been the emperor for five years.

Moreover, Zhou Yingzong only has four sons and four daughters, but Song Yingzong has six sons and three daughters.

Shadow Four's head is constantly active thinking about the difference between Blue Star and this world, and sadly finds that this world is really backward in technology except for the poetry and song that is more developed than Blue Star, which makes people feel speechless.

Blue Star has invented the most primitive gun more than a thousand years ago, and the world has only invented gunpowder.

Blue Star has now developed the Space Ring, and the world mind is still stuck in the narrow boundary of the round sky.

Blue Star's communication can be transmitted by light, and the world is still relying on primitive human legs, and a few pigeons can be placed in the high-end ones.

Blue Star ......

With a sigh of sorrow, Ying Si wiped the ring from the stump next to his feet with a confused look on his face, and spun it unconsciously in his hand, looking at the churning white waves in front of him, silently thinking about the way out in the future.