"Ah, am I being kidnapped..."Huo Yizheng groped in the dim light, slowly got up, but the scene in front of him was extremely familiar, "Is it home, am I at home?" Huo Yizheng muttered to himself.

The inexplicable feeling of weight in his body, his head seemed to be placed in space, just like two or two white stomachs, his body was light and top-heavy, he slowly twisted the doorknob of the bathroom, and his body flashed back unconsciously, but the scene in front of him stunned him!

How should I talk about it, the man in the mirror in front of me, the almost perfect facial features seem to be carefully carved out with a carving knife, the pupils like black gems are flashing with depth, and after a long time, people forget where they are, but under the calm eye waves, there is a sharp gaze like an eagle and a leopard, the high bridge of the nose seems to have been measured by a ruler, and the deep lips seem to have thousands of sweet words popping out of it.

This man who is almost perfect all over his body is in the mirror at the moment, and such an impact makes me stand there stupidly!

"What's going on!"

"Who is this person, is it me?"

"It's a dream!"

This series of intricate questions hit my brain like a meteor, and in the case of overload in my mind, Huo Yizheng couldn't believe it, and stroked this face with a pair of hands that didn't seem to belong to him, this real and smooth touch, it was obvious that this was not a dream!

But at this moment, something even more surprising to me appeared, that me, not the other Huo Yizheng was lying on the sofa in my house or his house as if he was in a coma at the moment, and I was still snoring soundly asleep.

So who am I, who is this person in front of me, and who is Huo Yizheng, me or him.

"What should I do, what should I do, I don't have to call the police, then what should I say, if this Huo Yizheng in front of me can't wake up, what should I do, will I be arrested as a burglary, right call this Huo Yizheng in front of me first!" This idea was guided by the gods, I tentatively touched the Huo Yizheng in front of me with my hand, it seemed that he didn't have any intention of waking up, this time I simply pushed back and forth with my hand, but there was no reaction at all, what should I do if he won't die!?

"Hey, wake up, wake up!" Huo Yizheng was almost frantically pushing and shoving him in front of him, but it was still useless, what should I do I live as this person, then who is the body of this person I am using?

Well? What is this At this moment, I actually found that the old man's three-meter-old stick was actually erected in front of his door, Huo Yizheng stepped forward, I want to see what this is, obviously my current situation and the old man must not be separated.

I saw him tear open the heavy outer wrap three times and five by two, this is?

An ancient spear and spear-like thing came into view, this spear was about three meters long, the dragon body was coiled, the dragon was as vivid as a real dragon, and under the light of the setting sun, the dragon's silk scales flashed with white light.

It can't be a real gun, right?

With doubts, Huo Yizheng raised his hand and gently stroked from the inner front to the outer front, at this moment, Huo Yizheng's fingers were actually scratched a thin slit, and he grinned in pain, only to see him desperately shake his index finger, at this moment, suddenly there seemed to be a carp wandering in his head, he only felt that his eyes were dark, and he suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

At this time, when Huo Yizheng woke up again, what happened!?

That familiar palm, familiar palm prints, is everything a dream, Huo Yi is waking up from that thin body again!

"So it's all a dream!?" It's also how God would let such a magical thing happen to such a weak self, forget it when he is an interesting dream, just when Huo Yi is about to get up, huh? I was on the couch, and he was surprised to find that he was actually staying in the dream, that, that body Huo Yi was looking at the place where he had fainted in the dream before.

Sure enough, that handsome body was lying there, and there was the spear lying beside him, this was not a dream!

Huo Yizheng's three steps turned into two steps and cushioned in front of this body.

So how did you get back into this body, and how did you go back to your original body before?

At this time, Huo Yizheng only felt that his cheeks were a little moist, he stretched out his hand and wiped it, it was red, it was blood!

Huo Yizheng couldn't believe what his middle finger had wiped off just now, could it be ...... He recalled the wound he had unintentionally been scratched by the spear just now, and remembered that it was the blood that was thrown on his face so that his body was exchanged, so why did he not exchange the blood that he touched this body now?

Huo Yizheng tried to lightly touch the index finger of the left hand of the body with his hand, a drop of blood seeped into his hand, and sure enough, nothing happened, Huo Yizheng was still worried about the person in front of him and jumped up in surprise and asked what he had done to him......

Suddenly, Huo Yizheng's eyes went dark, and the back of his head fell heavily on the floor, only to hear a "bang".

At this time, another Huo Yi on the ground was slowly getting up from the floor, looking at the thin self on the floor in disbelief, and I woke up again in the way of another body!!

I tried this process repeatedly, and I found that: 1 The way the two bodies were exchanged was that the blood of the tall Huo Yizheng touched the original body 2 The same drop of blood would not have any effect if it was used3 The blood must be cut by the ancient spear to be effective, and the blood of the thin body was invalid.

In just a few hours, I accepted what can be called the eleventh wonder of the world.

At this moment, Huo Yi is looking at this brand-new body, if I have this body, will I be able to ......

Time flies by in a blink of an eye, and it's the day of the start of high school, and tomorrow is tomorrow, so does it prove that I can use this new identity...... School!?

On October 29, 2017, we deeply mourned the death of the poet Mr. Liu Zhongyang.