I, relying on the blood of Saiyans, entered the world of cultivating immortals

Is Uncle Bai still playing with motorcycles?

Is the Great Elder still so arrogant?

The half-orcs should be living well.

Does father-in-law still go to the brothel secretly?

Will the mother-in-law castrate him?
Why, I support my mother-in-law a little bit.

I haven't seen Nian Qing grow up yet.

Will he marry that little girl Ao Wan'er?

Or, marry her more than one?
Hey, I haven't said goodbye to Qingcheng yet...

At the moment when Lin Yitian's last trace of consciousness disappeared.

【Ding!It is detected that the host's vital functions are about to disappear, and the system's emergency protection mechanism is activated! 】

【Ding!The energy of the system is exhausted, and it enters an upgrade dormant state... I hope the host... I will... do it...]

……

Sifang Continent, Central Plains, Border Mountains.

Two people dressed as hunters, one old and one young, are confronting a fierce tiger.

The old man held a wooden spear in his hand, and the young man held a bow and arrow in his hand.

Both palms and foreheads were covered with sweat.

The two are just ordinary hunters, dealing with a tiger that suddenly jumped out.

It is obviously impossible not to pay the price.

"Ouch!!!"

The hungry tiger was obviously getting impatient.

With a roar, his muscular hind legs slammed on the ground.

Raising its front paws, it was about to pounce on the two of them.

The two were tense, and they were ready to fight.

boom! ! !
A loud noise suddenly came from the two of them.

Followed by the blood mist splashing in all directions and the sky filled with dust.

The old and the young swallowed at the same time, and looked at each other in surprise.

"Cough... cough cough... go and have a look."

The old man's voice was tense to hoarse.

The old and the young moved towards the center of the dust step by step.

His hands kept swaying in front of his eyes to disperse the dust.

Slowly, a big hole appeared in front of the two of them.

Walk to the edge of the pit and look towards the bottom of the pit.

A white-clothed man was lying unconscious among a pile of minced meat.

The young master jumped into the pit, stretched out his hand to test the man's breath, raised his head and shouted to the old man:
"Grandpa, he is still alive, what should we do?"

The young man looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, about 1.8 meters tall, with a tiger head and a tiger brain, staring at a pair of big eyes and asking the old man.

The old man looked five or sixty years old, a little shorter and thinner than the young man.

His face was full of wrinkles, he was hale and hearty, and his eyes were piercing.

"Anyway, he was the one who saved us, take him home first, and ask the doctor to show him,

As for whether he can survive, it depends on his own good luck. "

"okay!"

The young man readily agreed.

He thought so too.

……

In the evening, at the foot of the mountain, a small mountain village five miles away.

There are dozens of families.

The golden rice fields, the smoke from the kitchen, the sound of children playing, insects and birds, and dogs barking can be heard from time to time in the village.

Looking from a distance, it is as beautiful as a picture scroll.

On the trail in the village, a thick-headed young man was carrying a wooden box, leading a middle-aged man to his house.

As soon as he walked into the small courtyard of the house, the young man shouted impatiently:
"Grandpa! Mr. Xu is here!"

The old man was in the yard. Hearing this, he gave the young man a hard look, and dropped the ax he had just used for chopping wood.

Shout out to the doctor:

"There is Mr. Lao Xu, the patient is in the house, please follow me."

The three entered the house together.

In the dimly lit room, a man could be vaguely seen lying on the bed.

The blood-stained white clothes had already started to turn black.

The whole house smelled of blood.

A doctor and two hunters are no strangers to this smell.

Xu Langzhong took his medicine box from the boy and walked straight to the bed.

The young man quickly moved the bench.

Xu Langzhong rolled up his sleeves and began to feel the pulse of the person on the bed with his eyes closed.

The old and the young waited quietly.

After a long time, Xu Langzhong opened his eyes and said:

"Hold the lamp."

While the boy was still in a daze, the old man was already pushing him.

The boy who reacted ran to light the oil lamp again.

Only then did the house light up.

Only then did Xu Langzhong carefully look at the face of the person on the bed, and then at his pupils.

After finishing all this, he put down his sleeves and said:
"It's okay, it's just a coma, and it will wake up naturally when the time is up."

After speaking, Xu Langzhong stood up, carrying the medicine box on his back, and was about to leave.

"Xu Langzhong, don't you want to prescribe some medicine or something?"

The young man stroked the back of his head.

When he thought about it, a person who fell from such a height would have to drink some medicine to recover.

"This person is fine, why does he need to take medicine? You two have a good time watching, he will wake up in a short time."

Xu Langzhong carried the medicine box on his back, bowed his hands to the old man, and walked away.

"Mr. Xu, go slowly!"

After personally sending Xu Langzhong away, the old man turned around and came back.

Now that the doctor has said so, the old and the young don't think about it anymore.

Let's talk about everything after people wake up.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning.

The man opened his eyes bewilderedly.

The sunlight poured in from outside, shining on his body and face.

He slowly stretched out a hand and touched the sun lightly.

Tiny dust particles danced around his fingers.

"Oh! You're awake!?"

The teenagers would come and take a look every half an hour.

Coming back this time, I finally didn't run in vain.

Hearing the sound, the man propped himself up on the bed and sat up.

Very smooth, no uncomfortable feeling.

The young man came to the bed and asked with a smile:
"Who are you? How did you fall from the sky? Are you a fairy?"

A series of questions appeared in the man's mind.

It exploded like a firecracker.

The man covered his head in pain, his brain seemed to be torn apart, and sweat appeared on his forehead:

"Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?"

The man asked the same question three times in a row, which directly confused the young man.

"I... I don't know who you are! I only know that you fell from the sky."

After a while, the man's head didn't seem to hurt so much, provided he stopped thinking about his own origin.

"I seem to have forgotten who I am..."

The man's eyes were empty.

"Hey, it's okay, think about it slowly, don't worry, just live at my house, make sure you have meat every meal, and you won't be hungry!"

The young man patted his chest very stiffly, with a proud expression on his face.

As the only hunter in the village, he is qualified to say this.

Two hours later, at lunch time.

He regretted it.

A table of meat and vegetables was swept away by the man before he and his grandfather moved their chopsticks.

Forget it, this guy actually asked if there was any more!

It seems that he is not full, but... far from full!

The young man felt a burst of burning pain on his face.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched.

I'm afraid it's not easy to support this amount of food.

"By the way, let me give you a name. I can't just call you 'Hello' all the time."

The young man was afraid that the man would bring up his previous promise, so he quickly found a topic to attract everyone's attention.

The man nodded indifferently, as a promise.

"Well...my name is Ding Taiyi, why not call you Ding Taier."

It doesn't matter what the name is, the man thought to himself, and was just about to nod.

Suddenly, an inexplicable resistance arose spontaneously.

He himself felt baffled.

It's a good name, why don't you seem to like it very much?
strangeness.

Seeing the struggling expression on the man's face, old man Ding knew he was dissatisfied.

So he said in a questioning tone:

"Seeing that you are older than Tai, it is indeed inappropriate to be called Tai Er, why not call you Tai Chu, how about it?"

In the beginning?

For some reason, upon hearing these two words, a strong feeling of longing suddenly rose in the man's heart.

I don't know what I'm thinking about, it's just inexplicable.

Now that the subconscious recognized the name, the man immediately nodded vigorously:

"Okay, from now on, I will be called Ding Taichu!"