Deep underground, there was a huge underground space in the depths of the main peak of the Holy Land of Tianji Mountain, and the entire space dome was embedded with an incomparably complex blue-black roulette wheel.

I don't know how many circles the roulette wheel is made of nested with each other, these circles are of different widths and narrows, and they are slowly rotating, but the direction is chaotic, the only thing that is the same is that there are constantly flashes of runes, and they are uncertain.

The middle ten zhang is a pool composed of countless different transformation pictures, the pool surface is calm, only the picture flickers but there is no sound, in which the picture can vaguely see everything in the world, mountains, rivers, mountains, pond cities, people, and things are all in it.

And below is a huge nine-palace gossip array that is crowded with the ground, and the formation diagram is also silently disappearing, and at every node on the formation map, there are monks in black star robes sitting cross-legged, with different appearances, all of them are cultivating with their eyes closed.

Suddenly, the sky shook and the pool became cloudy, and the images all disappeared, and after a while, they returned to normal, and an old man with a white beard and a withered face directly below retracted his gaze and sighed: "The sky is chaotic, the road ahead is not clear, I am afraid we will not be so idle."

The next old man with purple hair and yellow eyebrows and a blurred face continued: "The fish in the pool will always do some useless struggles and disturb the heavens?" A chuckle echoed throughout the space, and then calmed down again, and there was no more sound.

I'm dead?

I drowned, but I'm alive again!

The name is the same, my name is Duan De.

What's different is that in this world I'm only three years old, and in that world my son is also three years old! And there's the name that has been teased there for more than 30 years is still alive in this world.

Don't ask me how I got here! I just want to know how I didn't have that over there! How can I accept such a fucking thing?

Hehe, death has always been a fearful and curious thing for every human being, and there are thousands of life experiences, but none of them have this experience, right?

You will know it when you die, but I can't laugh, since I am alive, it means that I am destined to 'enjoy' it again, and I don't know how to die in this life?

"Oh~~~ I don't know, what's wrong with my son, oops~~! bastard! Kick my ass again!" Duan De's small body was gently kicked on the buttocks~ He ran two steps forward, but he didn't fall.

"You bastard! A little bit of a fart, a son? Little Tintin still hasn't grown out of the flesh! Where did you get all this! Who did you learn from? Did the old drunkard at the head of the village teach you?"

Duan Dezheng was distracted~ Not to mention a kick in the ass, the rough man behind him who was covered with meat like thunder was a roar!

The little guy didn't show weakness, and yelled at the man with a milky voice: "Your second uncle's butcher Duan!

"Uhhh

"You beat me and try it?go back and burn incense and tell my mom to go!Let her come back to you tonight~~~"

When the man heard this, he stopped fighting, silently held his son in his arms, and sat on the threshold in a daze. Xiao Duande was also silent, the woman who had passed away was the mother of this body, and took him out to the river to wash clothes, this kid was so active, he actually climbed into the river, he was fished up, but that one was...

He didn't remember this body before he moved in, and even if he did, he wouldn't understand it, and naturally he hadn't seen his mother in this life, so he didn't feel it deeply, but he understood what the man was thinking, and he was bigger than the man over there.

At this time, the two of them were in a daze, each thinking about it, they were often like this in the past three months, Duan Butcher's family in the village is quite solid, although he is not kind, but his reputation is not bad, there is a meat stall in a nearby town, and he goes out early and returns at noon every day.

There are about 30 families in the village, built on the mountain, and there is a small river at the foot of the mountain, which crosses the village. Since waking up after falling into the water, it seems that he suddenly opened his mind not only to speak neatly, but also to walk more steadily, and the people in the village were amazed for a while, but after all, he was still young, and Duan Butcher had to go out every day to ask the old man in the village to take care of Duan De, well, it was the old drunkard in a shabby wine shop at the head of the village, heh!

The old guy was lying in the wine jar all day long, chattering, and Duan Tuzi was not afraid that he would make his son drink wine.

When Duan De first came, he was worried every day, and he also loved wine over there, but here, such a little chicken cub was actually drunk by the old guy on the first day!

Later, I heard that the butcher came back, and he was about to make the old drunkard with a knife on the spot, anyway, Xiao Duan De didn't know anything, and vaguely remembered that the old drunkard was in a daze and felt on him for a while, and his body felt warm and drunk to death.

Later, when he woke up, Duan De was afraid that this small body would not be able to stand it, but there was nothing wrong? I was puzzled for a while and forgot about this stubble, a three-year-old child with a bad problem in his thirties, and an IQ in his thirties in charge of a three-year-old body, how could it be normal?

Duan Tuzi was in a daze, and when he made a meal, the two of them had two pig's trotters, and they drank some wine and fell asleep.

Hey, this guy is also big-hearted, his son is dizzy and dizzy with a wine jar every day, so he doesn't care anymore, he just drinks a little bit less, the amount of alcohol is average, and he can use it for life, as for Duan De, when he drinks, his brain controls his body, and he never can't help it!

When he woke up the next day, Duan De cleaned himself up and went to the entrance of the village, as for his old son, he got up early and knew that his son was capable, so he didn't care about his own work.

Duan De's small arms and legs, the people in the mountain village are simple and have no crooked eyes, and it is not strange to meet this little guy on the road, Xiao Duan De has a sweet mouth, and everyone can recognize it when he sees it, and the one called is called a Huan, and let people kiss him along the way, and hug him for a while.

Came to the tavern with a disgraced face, and hated in his heart: "What kind of people are they! Make me salivate! That little girl kisses it, a few bearded uncles on the road almost didn't poke my little face off! Phew! Bad luck, today!"

This will turn to thought: "Hey~~~ Aunt Cui'er is really good to hold, her body is soft and fragrant, so I don't want to come down, alas, it's a pity that this little body, Wangfeng sighs, in vain!"

The old man staggered out of the back room, picked up Xiao Duande and kneaded it on his face, the child's face was pink and tender, and it was indescribably comfortable to the touch.

"Go away! for the old disrespectful dead old man! Smoke the young master to death!" Duan De pushed and dodged as he dodged.

The old drunkard put him down, squatted down and brought up the old face of orange peel and said, "You little rabbit cub has another ** face, who is taking advantage of you on the road?"

The rich smell of the aged rough wine made Duan Dezhi roll his eyes, and he tried to poke out two lotus root short arms, trying hard to push away this old thing.

"Little guy, what's the matter? We two are a raccoon dog, look at you kid is not a good bird, I don't know who dragged me to the kiln several times?"

Duan De looked disdainful: "It's not that you teach well?"

The old guy suddenly asked seriously, "You're not the original Duan family kid, are you?!"

The dim old eyes seemed to suddenly flicker, staring straight at Duan De, Duan De was shocked in his heart, could it be that I was drunk and said something in that world? It should be, no?

"Old fellow, get out of here, what about the book of heaven?" said he avoided his gaze and went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and beware of his liver Peng Peng's jumping around, straight to his throat.

At noon, the butcher came over for a while, and saw that his son had nothing to do and turned around and left, he had his business, and Duan De did not have the sticky thinking of a three-year-old buttocks, he was used to it, and he would go back by himself before dinner.

In the afternoon, there were more customers in the tavern, and the old drunkard invited a guy in the shop, and basically didn't care about anything except stir-frying, what about Duan De? Don't expect him to do anything when he is so young, most of the time he will sit in the corner in a daze.

There are guests, just listen to them talk about things outside, and have some understanding of this strange world, he can't and won't go to play with his so-called peers, you think about a middle-aged uncle and a group of people who can't walk steadily, talk unfavorably, and have a runny nose to mix, every time someone wants him to play with whom, there is a chill in the bottom of his heart.

"Readers, boss, I'm too lazy to fix it again, this, I repaired two chapters, I wanted to separate them, but I even wanted to overhaul the article! The first few chapters are actually 170,000 words of manuscript that I discarded."