All religions in the world have all kinds of theories about reincarnation, but if Hao Chen is the person in front of him, he will be reincarnated after a few hundred years, and Elder Gu will not believe it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the appearance is almost identical, the person in front of him and Hao Chen cannot be similar at all. The fundamental difference is that on this person, Hao Chen, who has no worries about food and clothing, can't exude a murderous aura at all.

Even when he was on the grassland for the first time, he didn't have a terrifying aura so pure that it made the old drums feel cold.

"Awake?" the man's eyes were slightly softer than when he first entered the door.

Qi'er looked at him, silent, his eyes were frightened as if he was frightened, he dragged the thin quilt on his body with one hand, kicked his feet and shrank back.

The person in front of him frowned, but his expression was not bored, but unexpectedly worried, he didn't move forward, just put the medicine bowl on the wooden table next to the bed, shook his head, took two steps back, turned around and was about to go out, but when he arrived at the door, he stopped again, hesitated for a while, tilted his head, and gave an order.

Qi Er shrank in a corner, didn't look at him, and didn't dare to move for a long time, just wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, for fear that the quilt would disappear in the next second.

After about ten minutes, the medicine was still on the table, and he didn't move, but he shrank at the foot of the bed wrapped in the quilt and fell asleep again. The man walked into the house, looked at the medicine bowl at the door, looked at the sleeping Qi'er, frowned slightly, and walked out again.

"Why did Qi'er dream of such a past? Could it be that Hao Chen's appearance really evoked his own memories?"

The picture turned again, and time seemed to have passed for a long time, and Qi Er sat in front of the wooden house where he had woken up, holding an axe, sweating profusely, with a hill of firewood and another pile of higher wood in front of him.

"If you don't finish cutting these, you are still not allowed to eat today!" In the room, the familiar man's voice was the man who looked exactly the same as Hao Chen, and when he got closer, he saw that the man was lying on the bed at this time, with a thick quilt on his body, a wet towel on his forehead, and his face was pale.

Maybe it was because he had just said something cruel and hurt his lungs, the man closed his eyes, and his chest rose and fell very obviously.

Gu Lao looked back at Qi'er, he sat there honestly chopping wood, Gu Lao found that his eyes were red as if he had just cried, and now he was gritting his teeth, with a reluctant look, as if he had been greatly wronged.

There was a clang, like the sound of a basin falling to the ground with a shelf.

Qi'er didn't think much about it, threw down the axe and ran into the house. At this time, the man was half-sitting up with one hand, trying to bend down to reach the basin rack that had fallen on the ground, and the water was spilled on the ground, Qi Er hurriedly stepped forward to help him lift the shelf up, and the basin was put back in place, but his hand just touched the man's arm, and he was immediately thrown off vigorously.

At this time, the old man saw clearly that the thick gauze wrapped around the man's chest, and bright red blood seeped out of the gauze. No wonder his face is so embarrassed, no wonder he has to gasp for breath when he says a cruel word, but what does it matter?

"Don't worry about it, chop your firewood, the firewood is not good, and you are trying in vain, cough cough ......" Halfway through the words, the man's arm pressed against the edge of the bed, as if he had exhausted the last strength of his body, he pushed himself back to the position of lying flat, gasping for breath, and the rest of the sentence was not spoken for a long time.

He didn't move, so he stood honestly by the bed, not daring to touch him or leave an inch.

"Chop wood!" Maybe he didn't hear the movement of chopping wood outside the door for a long time, the man struggled to open his eyes, and saw the breath that was still standing by the bed with his head down, and his brows were twisted together, and he roared angrily, and then he ignored it.

Qi'er heard him shout, and his voice was still hovering in the room, so he ran out of the door, but as soon as he took a step, he hesitated to look back at the man on the bed, his face was anxious and aggrieved.

Seeing that the man no longer moved, as if he was asleep again, he pursed his lips angrily, sat down in front of the firewood again, picked up a large round stake, and split it in half with an axe.

"Hey......" Hearing the sound of chopping wood, the man sighed, and then he really fell asleep.

The picture stopped here, and as soon as the old drum's mind turned, he came out of the dream. If he guessed correctly, this person who was exactly the same as Hao Chen in his dream was the source of Qi'er's strange sword technique, that is, his master.

Whether it is reincarnation or another self in some world, Qi'er, a black qi containing a trace of consciousness, will awaken in Hao Chen's body, and there must be some origin in it that ordinary people can't guess.

Returned to the Lingtai, two black spheres, one large and one small, in front of Gu Lao, were still rotating according to the previous trajectory, and Qi'er had also woken up from his sleep at this time, he wiped the undried tears on his face, his eyes seemed to be immersed in the dream just now, and he didn't realize that he was the only one left in this room at this time.

He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already 12:30 noon, but he didn't expect that it would take more than 2 hours for these two overlapping dreams.

But since it's noon, Hawke's departure should only be to go out for lunch.

Grunt...... It's Hao Chen's stomach screaming, it's been tossing for so long, so far Hao Chen has only eaten two buns, and when he heard Coke, how can he say that he was still a mortal body before the catastrophe, and it was strange that he was not hungry.

At this time, the door of the guest room was clicked open, and Hawke walked in with one or two lunch boxes, and when he saw that Qi Er had woken up, he handed him one of the boxes and chopsticks.

'What?' Qi Er raised his head vigilantly, although he smelled the aroma of the food, but instinctively he refused such an unfamiliar food, not to mention that the person opposite was an enemy who had risen from the dead.

"Kung Pao Chicken Rice Bowl. Hawke raised the lunch box in his hand again, looked at the alert anger, and suddenly realized, he smiled, opened the lunch box, took out the chopsticks, sandwiched a piece of chicken in front of the anger, took a bite of rice, and chewed it with relish.

The aroma of the chicken, mixed with a lot of unsmelled tastes, had already aroused the cravings in his stomach, he watched Hawke chew a few mouthfuls and swallowed, vigilantly observed the expression and look on his face, and then relieved to snatch the lunch box in Hawke's hand, no matter what chili peppers and green onions, stuffy as if he hadn't eaten for a long time, and stuffed it into his mouth in a big gulp.

Halfway through eating, there was a knock on the door.

"Professor, is the professor here? I'm Tong Yichu. Behind the door was Tong Yichu, who was just about to go to dinner, she wanted to ask Hao Chen if there was anything she wanted to eat, she just bought it back and brought it to him, but after knocking for a long time, there was no response, and she came to Hawke's room not far away to ask.

Qi Er was eating deliciously, and suddenly heard a woman's voice, and even the chewing action immediately stopped, and his eyes were surprised and full of doubts.

Hawke got up from the bed, looked in the direction of the door, rolled his eyes, immediately stretched out his hand, signaled Qi'er not to speak for the time being, walked to the door, opened the door, and still held the half-eaten rice bowl in his hand.

"Teaching ......" Tong Yichu's hand knocked on the door just stopped in mid-air, and the door opened.

"Professor, have you seen Hao Chen? strange...... He wasn't in the room, and he said he wouldn't let him go out casually!" Tong Yichu stood on tiptoe and looked into Hawke's room, just in time to meet Hao Chen's fleshly qi sitting on the edge of the bed with a puzzled expression.

"You're here?!"