In terms of being handsome, Zhao Fei is not convinced by anyone!

Otherwise, he is a second-generation farmer, why did he chase from many opponents to the school flower Jingwenting when he was in college?

And the newborn daughter in front of me, who is so good-looking, asks you why?

It's not that he's genetically good!

Although newborns are not good-looking, this good-looking is only Zhao Fei's subjective consciousness, but it does not prevent him from expanding at all.

Zhao Fei stood under the window with his head held high, the sun slanted on him, glowing with vigorous and upward strength, with his own blower special effects, and his clothes fluttering, which was unstoppable.

Maybe it's because it's too much, maybe it's because it's too handsome, who knows.

Anyway, the sky outside the window was clear, but suddenly a thunderbolt sounded, and the lightning turned crookedly into the window and slashed at Zhao Fei's head.

Grass!

What's the situation?

Zhao Fei wasn't quite sure what was going on, but the person was no longer good, and his soul drifted away.

Sixteen years later.

On the outskirts of City C, on the side of an asphalt road that has fallen into disrepair and has been potholed, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy got up from a canal and looked around blankly.

His clothes were stained red with blood, and his hair stood on end, as if he had just been electrocuted, and his body crackled with occasional flashes of lightning.

Not far away, there was a scarred short-haired girl, holding a watermelon knife in her hand, and confronting three fierce young people.

Several people looked at the young man blankly, as if they saw something incredible, and their eyes were about to pop out.

"Damn!

A young man was so frightened that he left his companion and turned around and ran.

The other two young people came back to their senses and fled in a panic, wishing that their parents would have two more legs, and they scrambled to disappear into the distance.

The short-haired girl watched a few people run away, and unwillingly clenched the watermelon knife, but did not stop it.

She turned her head to stare at the young man, and walked over quickly with a knife, which frightened the young man's chrysanthemum.

"You...... What do you want to do?"

The young man took two steps back defensively, he was sure that he didn't know the little girl in front of him, but he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and looked at the short-haired girl curiously.

She was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with handsome facial features, short hair fluttering, wounds everywhere on her body, ragged clothes, bloodstains, and carrying a watermelon knife, adding a bit of murderous energy.

She was asked by the young man, standing there a little overwhelmed, frowning suspiciously, her smart eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she looked a little innocent.

Seeing that she didn't seem to have malicious intent, the young man relaxed his vigilance slightly, glanced at his surroundings, and scratched the back of his head in confusion.

Strange, why did I suddenly come to my hometown? And the street trees have become so tall, and the roads are potholed, as if they have been decades old. When I came back to the grave last year, it was clearly not like that.

The young man was puzzled, his gaze returned to the short-haired girl again, and he showed a friendly smile: "May I ask who you are, why am I here?"

Yes, that's not right!

It's not my handsome voice!

The boy noticed that his voice had changed, and he was immediately flustered, and looked down at his body.

The hands are not mine, the legs are not mine, the feet are not mine, the size is not right!

And, why is there so much blood on my clothes?

He swallowed, his eyes widening in horror, and he felt like his scalp was tingling.

"Damn, can anyone tell me what's going on?"

The short-haired girl looked at him strangely, and said hesitantly: "You were killed by them just now, and then you were struck by lightning and ...... alive again."

This kind of funny thing, the boy didn't believe a word, and he opened his mouth to refute it, but before the words came out, he suddenly thought that before he lost consciousness, he seemed to have been struck by lightning.

My good man, Lao Tzu won't be borrowing a corpse to return his soul, right?

The boy's mind was a mess, and he heard the short-haired girl continue: "When I came to save you, your heart stopped. I was about to avenge you, but I didn't expect a thunderbolt to hit you......"

After the boy was struck by lightning, the injuries on his body healed automatically, but there were still blood stains on his clothes.

He felt strong and strong, and there was nothing wrong with him, so he interrupted the short-haired girl's words and asked eagerly, "Do you know me?

The short-haired girl blinked her eyes: "You are Chu Hao." ”

"Who the is Chu Hao?"

Chu Hao...... It's you......"

The boy slapped his forehead: "Okay, change the question." Who are you and what do you have to do with me?"

The short-haired girl frowned slightly, and looked at the boy for a while, thinking that he might have lost his memory.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, the young man became more and more impatient: "Why are you looking at me? ”

The short-haired girl sighed and said with a headache: "My name is Zhao Xingwu, I grew up with you since I was a child, and I can be regarded as your sister." ”

Zhao Xingwu carried a knife, the short hair to the chin swayed slightly with the wind, and the handsome facial features were straight and cold, giving people a heroic and sassy feeling, like the cool wind in summer, not ambiguous at all.

When the boy heard this name, he gasped directly.

Isn't that the name I gave my daughter?

Is it the same name and surname?

It can't be such a coincidence!

The young man wanted to reprimand the little girl in front of him, but when he saw the bright watermelon knife, his tone immediately became gentle.

"Ahem, your name is Zhao Xingwu, so what are your parents' names?"

"Let's go back first, it's going to get dark in a moment. ”

"Please answer me first, it's very important!"

The young man's current appearance made Zhao Xingwu a little bored, and he didn't know how to explain when he went home: "I haven't seen my father, I heard that his name is Zhao Fei." My mother's name is ......."

"Jingwenting!" The young man interrupted Zhao Xingwu excitedly, and asked in disbelief: "Is your mother's name Jingwenting?"

Zhao Xingwu raised his eyebrows and said excitedly, "Do you remember?"

The young man covered his mouth and took a step back, looking at Zhao Xingwu carefully.

It can be said that it is a coincidence that a person with the same name and surname has the same name, and the family has the same name and surname, how can it be such a coincidence?

Is this really my daughter, so old?

The young man's mind was very confused, and looking at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him, he only felt that the world was spinning.

Not far away, there is a billboard that reads, "Ali Dart, Mission Must Be Achieved".

The young man's eyes swept over and saw the date written on the bottom right of the billboard, and a few numbers frightened him!

Sixteen years have passed since he was struck by lightning in the hospital.

Sixteen years after my mother was struck by a thunderbolt, my daughter has not only grown up, but she is also a big guy with a watermelon knife, and ...... I seem to be his little brother!

What the is this?

Chu Hao, who came back from the dead, that is, Zhao Fei, stood there with a confused expression.