Mo Xuan felt that he was in a darkness, he couldn't do anything in the dark, he could only let the darkness swallow him little by little, and at this moment, suddenly a dazzling light burst out of the darkness. Mo Duan subconsciously closed his eyes, waiting to be surprised when he opened his eyes.

It's strange where this is.

Mo Duan looked at the scene in front of him and opened his mouth wide, surprised.

I was lying on an antique bed, covered with a pair of quilts, and the furnishings in the room were like the costume dramas I watched on TV, all the wooden furniture, and the white on the window should be window paper. What the hell is going on, is it that I was kidnapped, or is someone joking with me, or is it ......

"Brother, you're awake. ”

Mo Xuan, who was thinking, was awakened by a crisp voice. When I looked up, it turned out to be a six or seven-year-old girl looking at herself in surprise, she was wearing two pigtails, wearing a floral cloth dress, and her chubby little hands were holding a bowl of black things, exuding a fragrance from time to time.

"Brother, it's time to take medicine. ”

The little girl put the bowl on the table and said to Mo Xuan, who was lying on the bed.

"Little friend, what kind of place is this?" Mo Duan asked in a kind tone as he looked at the little girl in front of him.

"What is a child, is it food? Brother, you are so strange, this is your home. ”

The little girl looked at Mo Duan and felt inexplicable.

"My home. Mo Duan lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Mo Xuan let out a miserable scream, felt as if his head was about to explode, and then passed out straight.

The little girl looked at Mo Xuan, who had fallen into a coma again, took a step back in fright, and covered her mouth with her little hand in surprise, as if she couldn't believe it. Suddenly I thought of something, and quickly ran out of the house.

"Grandpa the village chief, it's not good, Brother Duan fainted again. ”

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At the same time, Mo Duan, who was in a coma, was stunned to see the scene in front of him, more surprised than he had just seen himself lying in the ancient house.

"It's ......"

Mo Duan looked at the scene in front of him for a while, and he racked his brains and couldn't figure out where this was. I haven't even seen it.

In front of him was a gray sky, surrounded by white mist, and he was surrounded by it, and he couldn't even tell the difference between the east and the west.

The most strange thing is that there is a white bead the size of a grape grain in front of me, which is emitting a faint light, and there is a black gas next to it, I don't know what it is. If that's not weird, something even weirder happens.

"Brother Break, hurry up and devour that black gas. ”

A beautiful voice came from the white beads, and when I heard the voice, I knew that it was a woman, and it seemed that she was still a beauty. But none of this had anything to do with Mo Xuan in front of him, because he had already taken three steps back in fright, and pointed at the white beads with a trembling finger.

"You, you ......"

You have been for a long time, and Mo Duan didn't say what was behind it.

"Brother, hurry up and open your mouth. The white bead's voice seemed to be very anxious, unwilling to say anything else, just wanting Mo Xuan to swallow the black gas.

Maybe it was because of surprise, maybe it was because the sound of the beads was so good that Mo Xuan subconsciously opened his mouth wide.

And the black gas, surrounded by some white mist at this time, and struggling violently, Mo Duan seemed to hear the sound of the black gas coming out, but before he could react, the black gas had already rushed towards him.

"Gross!"

The black gas instantly rushed into his mouth, and he thought it would be swallowed into his stomach, but he didn't expect the black gas to reach his head in an instant, and then his eyes went black, and he fainted again.

Pictures appear intermittently in my mind, just like watching a movie, a teenager, year after year, going up the mountain to chop firewood or collect medicine, go to the sea to bathe, and catch fish. At first, Mo Duan watched it with relish, but as he kept repeating the same plot, he felt single and boring, and gradually the picture became faster and faster, just like the fast forward of the movie, and finally Mo Duan completely accepted the memory of this teenager.

At this moment, there was a voice in my ears

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"Doctor Huang, what do you think of the child's condition? Hearing Xiaoying say that it seems to be amnesia. An old voice said.

"Hehe, old village chief. With me, Huang Jing, what are you afraid of? However, I checked the pulse of the broken boy, and it seemed that I was frightened by something, what the hell was going on. Could it be because of a trauma to the head? ”

Physician Huang Jing looked at Mo Duan lying on the bed and pondered.

This doctor is amazing. Mo Xuan, who was already sober, understood everything.

It seems that I have crossed over, and it seems to be the Ming Dynasty in my memory, but I don't know what period it is. Thinking of this, Mo Duan opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eyelid was that Doctor Huang, middle-aged, with a long yellow beard, wearing a whitish blue robe, sitting on a chair next to the bed, one hand still on Mo Xuan's wrist, and the other hand twisting his beard, not knowing what he was thinking.

At the edge of the bed stood an old man with a white beard, dressed in a blue robe. Although he is not very tall, he has a momentum that is not angry and self-threatening. In the memory that he just devoured, he was his grandfather - Dugu Jin, the head of Gujian Village.

At this time, Dugu Jin was surprised when she saw Mo Duan who opened his eyes, and said, "Duan'er is awake, but what's the discomfort?"

"Grandpa, it's nothing, I just woke up a little dizzy just now, and now I'm much better. Mo Duan smiled weakly.

"Oh, ...... broken"

Dugu Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to say something when he was suddenly interrupted by the physician Huang Jing.

"Wait, do you remember who I am?" After speaking, Huang Jing pointed to himself, and looked at Mo Duan with sharp eyes.

"You're Uncle Huang, I just helped you collect medicine before you stumbled and slid off the cliff. Mo Xuan pretended to be aggrieved and said.

This old guy is so powerful, he can't help but see something. Mo Xuan's hands hidden in the quilt were clenched, and his palms were sweaty.

Dugu Jin next to him looked at Huang Jing and felt inexplicable.

"Do you know who your name is?"

Huang Jing was not satisfied with Mo Xuan's answer, but continued to ask.

"The younger generation has the surname 'Dugu', and the name is 'broken'. Mo Xuan replied seriously.

"Where do you live?"

"Lone Sword Village, eighteen years old. ”

After Mo Duan finished speaking, he looked at Huang Jing with bright eyes to see how he explained.

Unexpectedly, Huang Jing's originally serious face softened a lot in an instant. Twisting his beard and nodding his head again and again, he said very happily: "Hehe, old village chief, broken boy, you don't blame me for being unreasonable, but just now I heard Xiaoying say that the broken boy seems to have amnesia, I am afraid that he has the legendary loss of soul, so I tested him, I am afraid that the broken boy will break his head by collecting medicine for me, otherwise how can he be so unreasonable to him, fortunately there is nothing." ”

So that's the case, Mo Duan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of the clenched fists hidden in the quilt, and really couldn't underestimate the ancients.

"Haha, you guy, you're suspicious all day long, you're still a doctor. I know you've heard a few things lately, but you also know that it doesn't exist, so what if someone spreads rumors. Speaking of this, Dugu Jin seemed to think of something, lowered his head and sighed. looked at Mo Duan in front of him and smiled: "Forget it, don't talk about anything else, I was about to ask Duan Er if she was hungry when she just woke up, so I asked you to interrupt me." After speaking, Dugu Jin glared angrily at Huang Jing next to him.

"Hehe!" Huang Jing smiled disapprerovingly.

"Grandpa, Uncle Huang, I'm fine, just rest for a while, you guys go get busy, don't worry about me. Mo Xuan smiled.

"Hmph, it's all you, look at you to make Jie'er angry. Dugu Jin glared at Huang Jing again, saw that he was still smiling disappre一门ly, and continued: "Don't worry, Grandpa will stew a bowl of chicken soup for you in a while, just make sure you finish drinking." ”

Mo Duan wanted to refuse, but for some reason he saw Dugu Jin's soft gaze looking at him, and he felt a warmth in his heart, maybe they really doted on that Dugu Duan before. No, now I'm Duguduan, and Mo Duan, who figured it out, smiled: "Thank you, grandpa." ”

Huang Jing, who was just about to leave, was stunned when he saw the bowl of soup and medicine on the table, and then looked at Dugu on the bed and said, "Broken child, you must drink this bowl of medicine in a while." ”

Looking at the grandfather Dugu Jin and Doctor Huang Jing who left, Mo Duan thought to himself that from today onwards, I will be Dugu Duan, and there will be no more Mo Duan in the future.

Duguduan, who figured it out, picked up the decoction, raised his head and drank it without hesitation, and suddenly felt that his stomach was burning like a fire, and his whole body was full of strength, as if he had never been weak.

What kind of medicine is this, it's so powerful, he looked at the empty bowl in his hand and was surprised. Then he shook his head and smiled, not thinking about it.

Lying on the bed, I thought that from now on, I would live alone in this place where I don't know what period of the Ming Dynasty was. No, I'm not alone, because I'm alone. And this feeling is much better than being Mo Duan in his previous life, who was born as an orphan in his previous life, and wanted to create a career with his own efforts, but his surname doomed him to failure. Dugu in this life has relatives, which makes him feel the warmth that he has never felt.

It doesn't matter what age he is. I will definitely be able to rise with the memories of my past life, just like those time-traveling novels. It's exciting to think about, God still cares for me.

Lying on the bed and looking forward to the future, Dugu Duan became more and more excited, I don't know what golden finger I have, watching the protagonist calling for wind and rain, crisscrossing the world, hugging left and right, cough cough, thinking too much.

Wait, is that white ball a golden finger, thinking of this Dugu Duan was even more excited, sat up and checked his body, except for the head wrapped in gauze, the rest are the same as normal people, and even stronger than normal people, sure enough, ten years of firewood has not been cut in vain, it is said that the protagonists of the cow fork are all started by chopping wood, looking at the bulging muscles of the arms, toned abdominal muscles. Although it is not very strong, every muscle is angular, and the most important thing is that this body completely blew up a few streets of his body in his previous life.

By the way, I don't know what I look like. Thinking of this, he picked up the bronze mirror on the table, scratched his bag and looked at it, although the blurry copper mirror was not very clear, it was not difficult to see the person in the mirror, the sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the jade tree was in the wind. Although I don't know how handsome Pan An is, looking at his current face, I feel that it is not far behind.

"Haha......"

Dugu smiled cheaply, put down the mirror in his hand, lay back on the bed and said to himself: "Brother Heiqi, thank you so much, I will accept your body." After saying that, I instinctively felt that something was wrong, and I kept silent. Thinking back to the black gas just now, it turned out that the gas was the memory of this body before it was born, as for the soul, it was long gone, if there was no continuous rebirth, I believe that this person would have been lying in the grave. But now I'll let you stop uncle, no, phew, it's wrong again, I'm Duguduan.

However, the white orb still didn't know what it was, and after examining the body, no clues were found.

Forget it, don't think about it. After experiencing rebirth, devouring memories, and tossing, Dugu instinctively felt a little tired, so he pillowed his head on the pillow and fell asleep deeply. Just a smile on the corner of his mouth, it is not difficult to see that he is really happy in his heart, if you listen carefully, you will find a murmur that seems to say: "I am Duguduan!"