In the middle of the night, a black shadow appeared on the roof of a well-known European rich mansion, wrapped in a black coat, and let the night breeze blow, but the black shadow stood still like a statue.

The black shadow's name is proud, and he grew up in an orphanage since he was a child, without a father or mother. On Earth, there is a 21st century work purely by jishu, "professional killer".

A week ago, Ao Shuang received an assassination mission on a secret website, assassinating a wealthy European man, with a high pay, enough for him to squander in the next life. Ao Shuang planned to wash his hands after finishing this work and no longer took on tasks. In fact, Ao Shuang has long been tired of this kind of life of fighting and killing, and wants to quit the rivers and lakes.

The blood-stained dagger indicates that Ao Shuang has successfully completed the assassination mission, Ao Shuang looked at the fresh blood on the dagger, and somehow, a strange excitement rose in his heart, as if his blood was burning and boiling!

Ao Shuang shook his head: "It's better to evacuate first." ”

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a round, crystal clear black bead gurgling out of the pocket of the rich man's corpse.

Ao Shuang felt that it must be very valuable to let a rich man carry something close to him, so he picked up the "bead" and was about to take a closer look, but at this time, a black light burst out from the bead, surrounding Ao Shuang

In the chaos, Ao Shuang felt that the scene around him was changing little by little, and a conversation appeared in Ao Shuang's subconscious.

"Boy, who are you? Why did you come in too?" a cold voice came.

"Who are you?" Ao Shuang said subconsciously, trying to open his eyes, but couldn't.

"Who am I?" The cold voice came again: "I am Motian!"

"I'm, I'm Aoshuang!" Aoshuang took a deep breath and said loudly.

―――――――――――――――――――――――――― "What's the matter, where is this, my head hurts." Ao Shuang didn't know how long he had been asleep, and when he woke up, he found himself in an unknown place, and he was a killer who keenly felt that he had never been here.

The spacious bedroom is 70 square meters, and the walls are delicately carved with stripes, and from the doors, windows and furniture, it is also quite ancient. A richly dressed lady with a more haode appearance stood in front of her.

"Shuang'er, are you awake?" Ao Shuang looked at his hands and touched his face.

"Who are you?" Aoshuang felt that his soul might have possessed someone else's body. "Head, it hurts!"

"What's the matter, Shuang'er, don't scare my mother. On the chair next to the bed where Ao Shuang was lying, the dignified and gorgeously dressed lady cried out

Ao Shuang suddenly felt a strange soul appear in his head. is also a soul called Aoshuang, through this soul, Aoshuang gradually understands his current situation. It turns out that this place is called Lingyu Continent, and this place is called Qingyun City, and he is in the Ao family, which is just a small town in the northwest of the Lingyu Continent, and belongs to the Qingtian Dynasty.

The Ao family, one of the two major families in Qingyun City, and the other family is the Liu family. The elegant woman just now is Yun Mengyi, the mother of this body, and his father is called Ao Tianhao, who is the current head of the Ao family.

"That, mother, mother, I'm fine, but my head hurts a little, you go out, I'll rest by myself for a while." Ao Shuang slowly woke up, but he felt very astringent when he spoke, on earth, Ao Shuang was an orphan, fatherless and motherless, and grew up in an orphanage.

Yun Mengyi looked at her son distressedly and said, "It's okay if my son is fine, I'm really worried about my mother." ”

"Well, mother, I know, I will listen to you in the future, you go out. Ao Shuang said with a helpless smile.

"Shuang'er, you can rest, I'll go to the doctor to prescribe some medicine for you." Yun Mengyi wiped the tears she left, pulled up the futon for Ao Shuang, walked out of the room, and looked back at Ao Shuang when she left, not forgetting to cover the door.

Ao Shuang got out of bed and looked in the bronze mirror, the face that appeared in the mirror was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, his face was not handsome but his eyes were clear, his sword eyebrows were like stars, his thin lips did not carry a trace of emotion, but his face was still a little pale.

Ao Shuang was quiet and sorted out his thoughts and memories. It seems that he has really crossed over, and he has crossed over the "Ao Shuang" of the Ao family in the Lingyu Continent with the same name as himself, as for Weishenme, Ao Shuang feels that there is some certainty in the dark.

The memories of the two people in their minds began to merge

Ao Shuang gradually learned that the Lingyu Continent is a shijie respected by the strong, the survival of the fittest, and natural selection. There are no aircraft cannons here, only spiritual power and various spiritual weapons and spiritual treasures. Martial arts are flourishing, people who practice martial arts, Xiaocheng realm can have the effect of strengthening the body, gravel through the mountain;

Ao Shuang thought in his heart: It turns out that I have also read a travel novel on the Internet, and the protagonist will have some adventures after crossing and become the overlord of another continent!

The "creak" door was opened, and this time a middle-aged man of about forty years old walked in, with a dignified appearance and rich clothes. This person is Ao Shuang's father, Ao Tianhao.

"How's my son, it's okay. Ao Tianhao glanced at his son and said.

"Much better, Daddy. Ao Shuang called someone "Dad" for the first time, and there was a strange feeling in his heart.

"Well, son, people's fate is destined, and the way of cultivation should be gradual and gradual, and you must not be reckless, and you don't have to force it. You are gifted and intelligent, and you are now a second-level martial artist. Practice hard, and after two months, the big competition in the clan must get a good ranking and strive to enter the top ten. As the head of the family, Ao Tianhao always speaks with an unquestionable, superior tone, but Ao Shuang can still hear his father's concern for him.

"Well, knowing father, go and rest. Ao Tianhao was just about to speak, but Ao Shuang's mother, Yun Mengyi, walked in with the medicine again. "Okay, you two talk about it, there's something going on over there. "Hmm," Aotianhao said and walked out.

Ao Shuang blocked the medicine brought by Yun Mengyi with his hand, "Mother, my son wants to drink some wine, I know my body, it's nothing, and I'm hungry, take some wine by the way." ”

"Okay, mother, I'll bring it to you" After Yun Meng finished speaking, he went out to prepare food and wine for Ao Shuang.

After a while, Yun Mengyi brought in the wine and food, put it on Zilinmu's table and went out.

Ao Shuang sat up from the bed, put on his shoes and got out of bed, stretching his waist. The sound of "crackling, crackling" came, and Ao Shuang thought to himself: Although this body doesn't look very good, it's still quite hard, much stronger than my original one.

Where did that Kuroko's bead go, what the hell was it, and how did it bring him to another world?

Picked up the jade porcelain wine bottle, raised his head and poured a big sip, "Cool!" The hot feeling went down from his throat to the limbs, and he poured a few more sips. In my previous life, because of my career, I had to keep a clear head at all times and not be careless.

Ao Shuang felt that his body was a little weak at this time, and thought in his heart: Lingyu Continent, the strong are respected, the law of survival is too cruel, in this Shijie, if there is no strong force, it is difficult to gain a foothold. No, I want to be stronger, I need to know that I'm going to be here!

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy still has a trace of immaturity on his little face, but his eyes are unusually firm.

That broken bead, got me here, by the way, what about that bead? Who was the guy who was talking to me in a coma? It's strange, how can you not get drunk no matter how much you drink, is there such a miraculous effect when you cultivate to the realm of martial arts? Ao Shuang thought to himself.

"Haha, it's a lot of miracles, it's not drunk, it's really a little Doyle. Just then, a cold voice came.

Aoshuang keenly felt that the person who spoke was very close to him.

Ao Shuang's body froze, "Who's talking, come out." Ao Shuang felt that this voice was familiar.

"Hehe, you don't have to be nervous, turn your right leg back, clench your hands into fists, arch your back? It's useless, I'm in your body. The cold voice came again.

"What? You say you're in my body?" Although Ao Shuang was a killer and his body movements were instinctive, even if he experienced the wind again, he would inevitably be a little nervous when he encountered unknown things.

"Who are you?" Aoshuang asked.

"Okay, don't you seem to be too flustered, a little bold, who am I? This is the second time you ask, the second time I tell you! I am a generation of demon saints, demon heaven!" The cold, arrogant voice came from the arrogant body again!

"Demon Heaven?" Ao Shuang muttered the name for a moment and suddenly realized, "You are ...... Is that the demon god I talked to when I was unconscious?"

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