The matter of the heart in the orphanage is just a stone that falls in the middle of the lake, and after a few ripples, it returns to peace.

Mo Xiaoyou still follows his own plan every day to learn the basics of the first grade from the kindergarten teacher, while exercising his body, and at the same time going to make up lessons with the older children.

Life is busy and fulfilling, and the ink demon is gradually adapting to the body and life without demon power.

This is not too difficult for a human soul who has been a thousand-year-old stone, but there are some obstacles in life that need to be overcome:

For example, you have to eat, sleep, and bathe on time every day, cross infection with children from time to time with colds and fevers, or re-adapt to the way ordinary humans read and write word by word......

A peaceful and waveless life is always fleeting, and when Mo Xiaoyou successfully crushed many peers with thousands of years of demon souls, and successfully obtained a junior high school diploma at the age of eleven, the world has quietly undergone some changes.

Chen Ling hadn't opened her eyes yet, and the habit she had formed over hundreds of years made her naturally want to release her divine sense to sense the environment around her, but no matter how much she urged it, her mind seemed to be as silent as stagnant water.

Just a second before Chen Ling wanted to exit this backwater, suddenly a white ball of light appeared above the backwater. Without thinking about it, Chen Ling devoured the white ball of light.

Immediately afterwards, the memory of a sixteen-year-old girl was displayed in front of Chen Ling like a silent movie. It wasn't until she saw this girl's short life that Chen Ling, the ancestor of the Yuanying Baby, opened her eyes in disbelief:

Is this a regression into a mortal in cultivation?!

Chen Ling frowned habitually, she was still teaming up with her senior brother to explore the secret realm one second, and the next moment she opened her eyes and became a mortal? This is...... Dreamland?!

She carefully sensed the meridians around her body, and then she was horrified to find that there was not even a single drop of her cultivation left, and she couldn't even do the most basic internal vision.

This made Chen Ling, who has been accustomed to raising her hands to turn over the clouds and the rain for many years, feel very uncomfortable. Luckily, the instincts she had felt over the years hadn't gone away, and now her location should be non-threatening.

Chen Ling opened her eyes, and the swelling and pain in the joints of her limbs and the coldness of her whole body made her completely feel the reality that her soul had entered a different body.

Before she could fully get used to it, she heard the laughter of several men outside the door.

"Haha, did you say that girl woke up?"

"It's all at that, the effect of that medicine has long passed, right?"

"How is that possible? The medicine I used could bring down a sow for at least three days! It's just been one night! ”

"If it weren't for the boss not letting us move seriously, such a beautiful girl...... Tsk......"

"Hurry up and put away your saliva, I'll have to take some more photos in a while, I don't know who this little girl has offended, and she has to be treated like this."

A few people entered the house as they spoke.

Chen Ling listened to the content of the conversation between these people, and the memories belonging to the original owner in her mind floated up. All the original owner remembers ending up drinking a Coke at a bar, and then his memories are gone.

Now it seems that it has been calculated.

Although Chen Ling has never heard of what "taking pictures" is in her own world, the memory of the original owner's body is very complete, she looked down at her naked body, and then looked at the red marks caused by the joints of her hands and feet due to being tied too tightly, and a trace of fierceness flashed in her beautiful eyes.

People who dare to insult her, none of them have been able to live unharmed in the past few hundred years!