In the evening, on the side of the road with the most traffic in China's largest city, a worldwide limited edition sports car is parked.

For some reason, the winter dusk should have been very dark, but the sun at this time today is as bright and dazzling as noon.

The sun shines on this sports car, which looks dazzling, and what is even more eye-catching is that there are a man and a woman sitting in the car.

The woman's long hair is fluttering and her makeup is gorgeous, but it cannot be denied that this girl is indeed beautiful, and this beauty is looking at the young man in his early twenties in the driver's seat with stars in her eyes at the moment.

The young man has clear eyebrows, neat appearance, and a well-proportioned figure, and is wearing a famous brand that ordinary people need to struggle for decades to afford, all revealing this young man's solid family background.

This is the only son of Qiu Guangcheng, who ranks ninth in the country, and is a lucky person who was born at the end of the line.

Qiu Guangcheng was nearly forty years old before he had this child, and he had great expectations for this only son, hoping that he could inherit the family business, and then destroy the withering and decaying, like a bamboo, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, defeat all competitors, and then become the richest man in the country and even the world.

With such lofty expectations, Qiu Guangcheng named his son Feng Sweep.

Autumn Wind Sweep is really a unique and strange name.

Perhaps because of the influence of the name, Autumn Wind Sweep did not either become an elite or an elite among the elite like other rich second generations, but gradually grew into a comic.

And at this time, this tease is in his luxury car, and he is babbling at the girl next to him, saying a lot of big things that the girl doesn't understand and he himself may not understand very well.

"So, the hat I fancy is worth giving away for nothing, and only a handsome, handsome, gentle, considerate, civilized, polite and erudite person like me can control it, do you say it's a big beauty of Yun'er. ”

Qiu Feng said with a smile, as if he didn't see the disdain flashing in the eyes of the girls around him.

"Wow, Brother Feng is awesome, I adore you so much, that's right, only Brother Feng has that temperament and that appearance to be able to wear that hat. ”

The girl who was called Yunda Beauty said words of insincere praise in her mouth, while tightening the cap of the drink bottle that had been drunk, and then threw the empty bottle out of the car casually.

Qiu Feng swept his eyes when he saw this scene, his face changed, he put away the smile on his face, and said solemnly to the Yunda beauty next to him: "Damn, not only does the garbage not classify me, but it also litters, how can a person with high morals like me stay with a person like you, no, you get off the car for me!"

"Brother Feng, what a big deal, those who sweep the floor will clean up, and it's nothing. Brother Feng, you can smile, okay? Yun Da Beauty grabbed Qiu Feng's arm and used the tricks that women are used to to be coquettish.

"Get out of the car! Get out of here!" Autumn Wind was unmoved, and said even more angrily.

Seeing that it was useless to be coquettish, and seeing Qiu Feng's gloomy face, Yun Da Beauty got out of the car scolding, she knew that because of her unintentional small move, she had already lost the opportunity to marry into a wealthy family.

Watching the girl's figure go farther and farther, Qiu Fengsao couldn't help but shake his head, sighed and said: "Alas, I have lost a good listener, why no one can feel my wisdom well." Cruel, cruel, ruthless, it's really tiring to be a good person. Is there any mistake in the words, why is it so hot at night in winter, what the hell is the weather? ”

While boasting about himself in disguise, while complaining about today's strange weather, Qiu Feng looked up and just wanted to see when the sun would set, and suddenly his face changed again.

Qiu Feng swept his eyes and watched as a large fireball suddenly blasted down above his head, and he didn't even have a chance to get out of the car and run away, he was hit by the sudden fireball that hit his body fiercely and accurately.

The tragedy that Autumn Wind Swept imagined did not appear, but the death he imagined did appear.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's a day, maybe it's a century, the autumn wind swept away in an unknown snowfield, his eyes were blank, his limbs were crippled, his mind was blank, he didn't know what he had experienced.

Autumn Wind Sweep may never forget the previous scene, at the last moment of his life, he clearly saw that it was actually a scoop that stoned him to death.

That's right, it's a scoop, except for the layer of flame wrapped around the outside, it's the same as the usual scoop for scooping water.

Can a scoop withstand such a high temperature and still be unharmed? If it weren't for the more bizarre scene that happened next, the autumn wind swept me and felt that I was going to become the hero of approaching science.

This scoop that fell from the sky opened the head of the autumn wind sweep, and the autumn wind swept thought that he was saying goodbye to the world, but after the severe pain, he could suddenly clearly feel himself slowly floating.

"Wow, I'm flying. Qiu Feng thought about it, and then as soon as he looked down, he saw his horrible corpse.

"It turns out that there is a saying that people really have souls after death. ”

Before the autumn wind swept away and had time to sigh and think about life, he saw that the ordinary scoop that smashed him to death suddenly emitted a strong suction, which seemed to be a whirlpool, pulling the soul of the autumn wind sweep towards the scoop, closer, closer, and closer, so the autumn wind swept him, and he lay quietly in the scoop.

It was arranged clearly and comfortably, as if it were a coffin after death.

Xingxing the dead can't stay in this world for too long, Xingxing is really too comfortable in the scoop, as soon as the autumn wind sweeps down, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in the snow as he was now, and his whole body revealed that he had no love.

Autumn Wind Sweep knows that he has crossed it.

Although he couldn't see what he was like now because his body couldn't move, the environment around him was completely different from that of the earth and the scoop that was floating in the dantian that smashed him to death all showed that his previous experience was not actually a dream, but something that really happened.

As for the matter of crossing, as an excellent, handsome and knowledgeable young man in the new era, Qiu Feng Sweep naturally accepted it. And what he can't accept is that he just crosses by himself, why do he have to cross over to such a miserable teenager.

The original name of the original owner of this body was Tiansheng, and he had no surname, because since he could remember, he was an orphan, without parents, without family, lonely, and born with the name he himself gave himself, which means born of heaven and earth.

And how can a child survive without the warmth of the family, there is no way, he can only be a beggar by nature, a poor little beggar who has been bullied and has no last meal.

Tiansheng is too hard, even if he doesn't have enough food and clothing, he is often bullied, and there are often other bad children and even adults who punch and kick him, and finally on this day, in this extraordinarily cold winter night, this boy who has lived for more than ten years is born, because he was bullied again, he can't bear his soul and return to Huangquan.

"Alas......" Autumn Wind let out a long sigh, he sympathized with Innate, but he understood that maybe dying would be more of a relief for Immortal.

Qiu Feng swept clearly that at this moment, he should sympathize with himself more. This damn scoop that came out of nowhere, just stoned him to death and let him cross, actually let him cross to this body covered in bruises, what's even more odious is that obviously this scoop is floating in his dantian, it stands to reason what role it should play, but no, the autumn wind sweep has been lying motionless in place for a day and a night, the pain on his body, the coldness of the climate, and the weakness of dripping water all make him feel that he will hang up again in minutes.

Although he has already died once, and he is not very afraid of dying again, who would want to die if he can live, not to mention that it is too torturous to wait for death like he is now.

I felt that I really couldn't bear it, and I was about to close my eyes and wait for death, Qiu Feng swept the originally pale and bloodless face and magically changed his complexion, he stared at the top of his head, his mouth seemed to use all his strength, and he weakly shouted: "I'll go, ruthless!"