Mo Ziyi woke up and found himself lying on a big bed, quietly beside him.

Wait, it doesn't seem right. Carved wooden windows, wooden tables and chairs, ceramic utensils, this bed...... Made of jade? Twisting his head back again, there was a pair of clean trumpet boots in front of the bed......

Something seems to be wrong. What's wrong? Mo Ziyi looked up with wide eyes, his brain running rapidly. Where is this? How am I here? Am I not in the codeword? Mo Ziyi sat up violently, but found that the bones in his body were like falling apart, and then he exhaled in pain.

"Shhhhhh Who beat Lao Tzu? Why is Lao Tzu all bruised and purple? But he suddenly discovered something that made him even more uneasy.

Why is it so skinny? Is this hand still so small? Mo Ziyi stretched out his other hand again, then looked down at his legs, covered his head and wailed: "What's the situation?!" Lao Tzu is this- getting smaller?? Before he could react, the door was pushed open.

"Awake?" A majestic and majestic voice came, and Mo Ziyi looked up to see that it was a kind old man with gray hair. Mo Ziyi looked at him woodenly, but his heart was galloping.

Looking at his dress, Lao Tzu won't be a crossover, right?!

The old man smiled and sat down on the edge of his bed: "This is our Guiyi Sword Sect, I happened to see you fainting on the side of the road when I traveled down the mountain, so I took it upon myself to bring you back." What's your name, kid? Where do you live? Who are your parents? ”

Mo Ziyi complained silently in his heart: I really didn't see it, you are still a talker. But he didn't show this kind of demeanor at all, he just lowered his head very obediently: "My name is Mo Ziyi, but I can't remember where I live and my parents."

Mo Ziyi was only a little apprehensive in his heart, after all, he was also a well-known author before, and this kind of bad street lines still came out of his mouth.

At the same time, Mo Ziyi quickly thought about his situation. It's a crossing, but where is it? It's not like it's ancient, but it's a bit like the otherworldly continent in some of his novels.

Also, does he have an identity of his own now? Or is it an unprovoked surplus of people on this continent?

Mo Ziyi quickly ruled out the latter situation. After all, if it's an extra for no reason...... Will it be beaten like this?!

Contacting some more circumstances, Mo Ziyi can probably infer that his current identity is probably that he has lost his father or mother, and it is also possible that both parents have died. It's okay to do this, and it's not easy to reveal your identity.

And it seems that it has no status, after all, life is also quite miserable. But if you have a high status, you won't be beaten like this, right?

Thinking of this, the corners of Mo Ziyi's mouth twitched. None of the other people's crossings are like this...... Can't you give him an identity like a prince, a crown prince or a second-generation official?!

Mo Ziyi's thoughts drifted out of 108,000 miles at once, and when the old man saw him distracted, he thought that he was a little sad when he thought of this, so he kindly patted his back and comforted him: "In this case, you will stay with me, right?"

Mo Ziyi quickly came back to his senses, and then nodded, showing a grateful look. Mo Ziyi was indeed secretly happy in his heart: This old man looks rich!

"Okay, okay." The old man looked extremely satisfied, nodded incessantly, and then pulled the quilt for him, "You have a good rest, there is a waiter outside the door, and there is something to order." ”

Mo Ziyi nodded obediently, and then said weakly: "Old man, may I ask what I call you?"

The old man was obviously very affected by this, and his smile deepened: "It's just a title, everything you shout is the same."

Mo Ziyi nodded thoughtfully: "Then I'll call you...... Grandfather? ”

The old man smiled and nodded, and Mo Ziyi relieved himself and showed a smile. After the old man got up and walked out of the house, Mo Ziyi struggled to sit up and looked around the room.

There is a large bronze mirror in the corner of the room. In addition, the decoration is really very few and looks down-to-earth. Mo Ziyi nodded, and said in his heart: It looks like the taste is not bad. Thinking about it, he reluctantly got out of bed again, walked to the bronze mirror and looked at the young man in the mirror carefully.

There was still a trace of bruise at the corner of his mouth, but the boy's face still looked beautiful. It was six or seven years old, but he looked clear. Mo Ziyi watched silently for a long time, and suddenly his heart moved. It's really a dog! This is as good as when he was a child?! What's going on?!

Mo Ziyi had a loveless face, and silently lay back on the bed and began to sort out his thoughts: I was obviously coding words in front of the computer, as if I was asleep? And then I crossed over here. Not only that, but he has also become smaller?

The corners of Mo Ziyi's eyes twitched, and he shouted in his heart: I am a twenty-four-year-old sunny young man! Forget about traveling, what is it like to go back to your childhood? Think I was also the dream lover of thousands of girls back then, okay? Give me back my handsome face!!

The door was pushed open again, Mo Ziyi raised his head and glanced at it expressionlessly, and then froze.

It's so good, so cute! Mo Ziyi's heart couldn't help but start to bubble pink, and his eyes were shining.

The person who came was a slightly older boy, dressed in plain white. The boy turned back and closed the door, then turned around again before he looked up at him. Mo Ziyi was also able to take a closer look.

At a young age, he revealed indescribable maturity and stability, his body was thin, and his eyes were indifferent and detached light brown, shining with a shimmer. The facial features are flawless, and they are amazing.

Although the young man looks like he doesn't get along well, Mo Ziyi is a person who only looks at his face, and the others don't care at all. Anyway, no matter how you look at it, I'm a kid now, and I'm so cute that I look so good, I want to pinch my face and touch my head.

Mo Ziyi was only slightly stunned, then raised his face and smiled at him, slightly revealing his white tiger teeth.

seems to be pure, but Mo Ziyi is secretly nervous in his heart.

When I was a child, I used this nirvana to capture the love of thousands of uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, grandparents, and grandparents.

The young man was slightly stunned, then walked to his bed with a slightly red face, looked at the injuries on his body, and then said, "How did you make it look like this?"

Luo Xiao didn't care about people, as soon as he said it, he felt that it was a little harsh, but the people in front of him still looked at him with a smile, and did not show fear or annoyance at being questioned like other disciples.

Xi's words: The new book debuted, thank you for your support~