The sun was like blood, and in an abandoned construction site, a corpse lay quietly in a shadow-covered corner.

This corpse is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old ordinary-looking teenager, there is a blood hole in the center of his eyebrows, he can see the ** inside, the wound is scorched, when it is penetrated by the high temperature, the dead eyes are wide open, as if he saw something frightening before he died.

Suddenly, his fingers twitched, and a strange look appeared in Mu Ran's eyes.

The next moment, the corpse sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, and the wound in the center of his eyebrows squirmed and had a tendency to heal.

"What's going on? I, how did I end up here?"

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his eyebrows, and a memory suddenly came to his mind.

wanted to confess to Yang Xue, but he couldn't muster up the courage, so he could only follow the other party all the way, but he found that something was wrong, Yang Xue didn't go home, didn't go to some restaurants and KTVs where students gathered, but came to such an inaccessible place. For a while, curiosity gradually took over, and a kind of voyeuristic psychology of the goddess's privacy completely overshadowed the desire to confess, and also overcame the initial hesitation and shyness, and he didn't even pay attention to when Zhao Chen, who was not far behind, was thrown off. But just as he followed the goddess all the way to the unfinished building of the abandoned construction site, a man with dyed red hair suddenly jumped out, pointed at him, and a red beam of light flashed, and he didn't know anything.

After recalling these, Chen Xu's head was still very painful, and when he touched it with his hands, his hands were smooth and there was no injury at all. He was a little baffled, but the headache was the same as always, and it was getting more and more painful, and it seemed like it was about to explode. He could barely breathe in this pain, and he held his head in pain, and his whole body was curled into a shrimp.

I don't know how long it took for this pain to be relieved, and the hands holding the head were slowly lowered, revealing a face that was ordinary, but had a different temperament.

"Damn, I woke up early. ”

Chen Xu, or maybe it should be Chen An, scolded with anger on his face.

According to the agreement, when he is reborn into the container of this world, his thoughts will be in a state of full sealing. This is because even if he doesn't have any power, he is only reincarnated with a wisp of thought, and the knowledge reserve and realm perception he has are not something that ordinary mortals can bear, and it is easy to suffer from the pollution of the ontology, and it is possible for the whole person to collapse directly. In this way, his first step in turning around is tantamount to failure.

So what he planned was to seal all his memories and thoughts first, and then gradually unseal them when he was an adult and became healthy.

But in the process, there was an accident, and his container almost died.

This forced him to wake up immediately and use a special method to reverse life and death, but he didn't want the existence of his own thoughts to be more terrifying than the fatal injury, and directly let the container enter a state of shock, and it took him a lot of effort to seal the perception of his own realm and the experience of cultivation into his soul again, and only retained part of his memory.

But just like that, the pain of waking up early still made him have a splitting headache and was unbearable.

"Bastard, don't let me meet you again, or I'll make your life worse than death. ”

Thinking of the arrogant red hair, Chen An gritted his teeth with hatred, and he temporarily lost his realm and part of his comprehension memory, and seemed to have become the assassin of the secret division who was bound to repay him, and he cursed and vented before he began to pay attention to the surrounding environment.

They are all some buildings that seem strange to Chen An, but they can be easily accepted by him who has experienced the world of giant beasts.

In addition, the fusion with Chen Xu's memories also allowed him to gradually understand what kind of world he is in now.

Speaking of which, Chen Xu is his container in the present world, and he is one, and there is no obstacle to the fusion of memories, and even in fact Chen Xu is the main body, and the memory of Chen An is more like a dream, which belongs to the part that is fused.

Just sat on the ground for a while, the fusion of memories was basically completed, and now he was Chen Xu and Chen An.

Reluctantly stood up, looked up at the sky, there was only a trace of afterglow left in the sunset, for Chen Xu, a good child who has always been a two-point line at home and school, it was already very late to go home at this time, so he didn't wait for the headache to completely subside, patted the soil on his body, and habitually walked home.

Along the way, he was not idle, and began to completely substitute himself into his new identity.

Although he may still not have gotten rid of the powerful calculations, Chen An still decided to go according to the plan he had thought of before, and cultivated this identity into a hole card in the back hand.

And if you want to do this, first of all, you can't die, which seems to be easy to achieve, because this country called the Zhuxia Democratic Republic, formerly known as the Xia League, is a legal society, and there are strict controls on longer knives. Judging from Chen Xu's life experience, it seems to confirm this, he grew up steadily from childhood to Da'an, and at most experienced a few times of campus violence, and he didn't suffer much.

Of course, not counting this time now, the scorching ray shot out of the red-haired fingertips was very mysterious in Chen Xu's opinion, if it wasn't for Chen An's consciousness awakening, he would have doubted the reality of the world for a while.

In Chen An's opinion, except for the first time he saw the real blue planet, which should be the absolute end of the law, other similar worlds, at most, have low methods and weak methods, and they can still use some means to pry the extraordinary. Even in some locations on the edge of the Broken Flood Desolation, it is not uncommon for its laws to be loose enough to support the power of creation to walk.

Therefore, he didn't feel strange at all about the sudden appearance of a guy with his fingers shining, and he made a plan in his heart to cultivate and grow as soon as possible to the point where he could protect himself.

In addition, cultivating and growing as soon as possible was the purpose of his clone here, and if he wanted to resist the influence of the great power, he could only master more powerful strength.

But for the body that wanders in the central realm and is always exposed to the eyes of great power, it may have been manipulated from the body, exercises, and even the cultivation and perception of martial arts a long time ago, which is far inferior to the growth he has witnessed now.

In the language of online games in this world, it is that the tuba practice is abolished, and the trumpet is replaced by a trumpet.

Although the "big number" of the main body is not necessarily really wasted, it is also good to have a "small number" that can be used as a back hand and hole cards. With the improvement of his cultivation, the future situation will become more and more dangerous, and this "trumpet" is the hope of turning the tables in some desperate situations.

Of course, this "trumpet" was so high that he didn't even hesitate to let the body fall asleep, and cultivated it with all his might, so naturally he couldn't watch him practice and waste.

It is necessary to plan a set of cultivation plans, and there is also the need not to rely too much on the power of the ontology.

Being polluted by a high level of power is one thing, and another is the betting of the possible power of the eye. Therefore, he has made up his mind that he will never use the power of his ontology until he is certain to die.

In fact, for a martial artist with a complete martial heart, great strength is not all that a martial artist has. The knowledge mastered, the adaptation to the environment, and the martial will honed from the beginning of embarking on this path to the present are the most fundamental things of a martial artist.

With these, even if a martial artist loses all his strength, he can return to the top at any time.

However, some grinding experience is necessary, he still cherishes the current body, can avoid some wrong bends in the original cultivation, or try to avoid, it is best to slowly figure it out, anyway, Aoki said that the end of the calamity does not know how long it will take, it is definitely enough for him to place this hole card step by step.

During this period, in order to avoid today's unfortunate incident, some life-saving means are still needed.

This was ready when he decided to go to the Shattered Flood Desolation before, and when he first entered this world, he threw it together with this clone, maybe a little off, but definitely not too big, enough for him to find it with the little sense he had left.

It's just that it won't work today, he still has to use Chen Xu's identity for a while, at least he can't give up until he reaches the peak of this world's energy level. Therefore, it is still necessary to go home on time, and try not to be too different from Chen Xu's living habits, so as not to cause any unnecessary trouble.

While contemplating this, he did not stop all the way, and after the headache subsided, his feet were faster, and he gradually returned to the familiar road, but the current position was still far from home.

The setting sun had completely disappeared, and the stars were shining all over the sky, twinkling and twinking, as if to mock him silently.

It had been a long time since the fusion of the initial memories, and Chen An's mood fluctuations gradually stabilized, and he began to converge his boundless thoughts and focus on hurrying.

In the distance, he saw a familiar silhouette appear at the end of the road, it was a short woman who looked to be in her forties, wearing a red turban, she looked a little flustered, wandering aimlessly along the road until she saw Chen An.

In an instant, her eyes were red, she staggered over, and hugged Chen An in her arms, hugging him tightly, as if she was afraid that he would disappear again.

But in the next moment, she abruptly pushed Chen An away, jumped up and hammered Chen An's back, wiping her tears while hammering, and cried: "Little bastard, where did you go......? I'm scared to death...... If you're a good guy, how can I live?"

She said these words incoherently, and sometimes choked on her own saliva and coughed desperately, but she didn't care about it and vented it wantonly.

Facing her crazy appearance, Chen An was speechless for a while, it seemed that he only knew the passive bearing like wood, but there was a long-lost emotion in his heart called moving that was fermenting and rising.

Just because of being awakened in advance, the imperfection of memory fusion was not completely bridged until this moment, and the identity was completely brought in.

The fate trajectories of Chen An and Chen Xu overlapped and continued at this moment, and a little choking was blocked in his throat, and it took a long time for the burning heat from the corners of his eyes to burst out, converging into a sentence begging for mercy: "Mom, I was wrong." ”