Chapter 2 Writing Wheel Eyes!

When Qin Dan felt that his body was about to crack, he knew that his body was indeed cracked, and the power of lightning was so huge, I am afraid that his body would be separated into a molecular state in an instant. And there was a roar in his mind, just when he felt like he had been killed by lightning. A warm feeling, but it came suddenly again,

All the white lights filled his mind, and in this mysterious and mysterious state, some huge and complicated memories that did not belong to him also poured into his mind

"Alas, pitiful, but fortunately, the third princess didn't use all her strength, otherwise, tsk, Nan Gongzi's life is not guaranteed..."

In a rather simple and narrow room, an old man dressed in splendid clothes looked at the young man on the bed and said.

After his words fell, he walked out of the house with the two guards waiting beside him. And the voice of conversation from time to time, the content of which seemed to be to prepare some recuperation medicine for this young man.

But just as they left, the figure of the young man on the bed, whose fingers were originally like dead things, suddenly and slowly trembled.

"Uh..."

The young man's body suddenly straightened up from the top of the bed, and then the palm of his hand suddenly touched his forehead.

"Rub, that girl, it's too ruthless..."

The corners of the boy's mouth growled, and the broken hair hanging in front of him covered his forehead, but above the exposed cheeks, there was a plain white cloth on his eyelids. It seems that this young man himself is blind.

But as the young man's palm climbed up the strip of cloth, and then the palm of his hand slammed into force, and the strip of cloth, after it fell, a pair of pupils were exposed, but it was pitch black and clear, but in the pitch black and clear, there was more of a trace of emptiness and godlessness.

"Nan Jiangli, it seems that with my arrival, your eyes have also returned to normal. ”

Casually adapting to the environment of the room in front of him, the corners of the young man's mouth twitched, and he muttered inexplicably.

As he spoke, he looked over a crystal mirror in the corner of the room, and then staggered to the ground and leaned in front of it.

In the crystal mirror, then his figure is clearly reflected.

The figure in there, about one meter seven or eight tall, has a thin body and pale cheeks, but his appearance is quite delicate, and the broken hair in front of him is a little long, covering the feeling of his eyes, but in the cover of the broken hair, the pupils exposed at this moment are still godless and empty, but the depths of that emptiness and godlessness are quietly spreading out with a touch of agility and coldness.

That cold, as if born with it, after seeing through the prosperity of the world, the coldest ice crystal condensed...

And with such a convergence of eyes, the young man's gaze did not pay much attention to his face, but stared closely at the figure in the mirror, and then his brows gradually became solemn, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was also extremely cold...

"Writing Wheels!"

Laugh at!

The young man's heart whispered, and in the space, there seemed to be a faint, faint and undetectable distorted and muffled sound. And then the young man's eyes. The pitch-black pupils that were originally godless, but the eyeballs instantly turned crimson, and inside the crimson, a round of single hook jade, which was also extremely bewitching, suddenly emerged

Qin Dan has read a lot of time-traveling novels, and in his mind, he has also fantasized many times that if it is a magnificent scene where he crosses over, he will kill all the beauties and collect all the beauties.

But it was his turn to really cross over, and he found out, so Yiqiē didn't seem to be as he thought at all.

It's like the world of the Azure Planet where he used to be, he can't change anything, even if his parents die, he is still powerless, and when he comes to this world, through the memory of the owner of this body, he finds that it seems that his future is not very bright.

His crossing seems to be nothing more than a change from another life to another life, and he doesn't know where the road ahead is.

And the original body owner he crossed over seemed to be even more miserable than him.

Nan Jiangli, the only son of Nantian, the former god of the Flame Empire, but he has been blind since he was a child, and he is withdrawn and silent. But originally had a prominent father, he was the second generation of officials, and he should be considered a worry-free life. But when he was six years old, his father suddenly died in a foreign war.

And in an instant, he was left alone, and the emperor of the Fire Empire couldn't bear it, and at the same time, it was to commemorate his god general, so he left Nanjiang and took him to the palace. Randomly arranged a place to stay.

However, life in this palace, compared to the original, undoubtedly pushed the young Nan Jiangli into a boundless hell.

"So, can you inherit the writing wheel?"

The corners of his mouth sighed lightly, the person he loved the most, lost in an instant, he already had the conditions to write the wheel's eyes, his parents died, and Nan Jiangli was even younger, and he had suffered the warmth and coldness of this world.

And staring firmly at the crimson eyes in the mirror in front of him, Qin Dan also secretly guessed in his heart that the reason why he crossed with the Sharingan was perhaps because the moment he was killed by thunder, he happened to be burning the Naruto manga.

And this coincidence, it seems, is similar to why he crossed over, and there is no detailed explanation at all.

"Uh, it hurts..."

The young man who looked at the mirror suddenly changed his face, covered his eyes with his hands and suddenly lowered his head, and his body trembled slightly for a moment, and then his eyes raised again, but the originally crimson eyes were once again in a pitch black state, staring forward without a look.

"Sure enough, even if you cross over, the writing wheel eye is not a storage that can be used infinitely..."The corners of his mouth pursed slightly, and he said secretly.

But in an instant, the young man's gaze instantly became firm and indifferent.

"But the most important thing is to improve your strength..."

Only the strong have the qualifications to speak, and only the strong, in this world, can truly control their own destiny.

"The initial application of the writing wheel eye should be enough to be used as a golden finger..."

The corners of the boy's mouth whispered. The function of the Writing Wheel Eye's insight eye seems to be able to see through a lot of things, and then let him use it for his own use. And he passed on the memory of Nanjiang Li, but he understood that this point was not very anti-heaven in the Hokage, I am afraid that in this world, it is really against the sky...

And just when he was immersed in fantasy, the door of his room suddenly opened, and then a light voice suddenly sounded:

"Childe, are you awake?!"

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