Come wear it, come to die

In the black night, starless and moonless, in the silent bamboo forest, suddenly a white mist rolled up, and the icy cold wind blew the bamboo leaves "rustling", and the dancing bamboo leaves were like ghosts with teeth and claws.

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock... The white dot was about to shake, coming from a distance, and there was a faint sound of beating gongs and drums, gradually approaching, it turned out to be a procession of welcoming relatives, but this procession made people feel a little bit wrong.

Those people held white lanterns and white flags in their hands. The one walking in the front was a man wearing a black military cloak and riding a black horse with a white silk flower ball on his head. In the middle of the team was a red sedan chair. , White silk is hung on the four sides of the flower bridge.

[Hiss...hiss...beep——]

There was a strange electric sound in his head, as if someone was talking, drowsy and wobbly, his head seemed to be covered with a red hijab, with white 囍 characters embroidered on the four corners.

This is when the shaking stopped. With a bang, the door was kicked open, and a gust of cold wind blew in, making him shiver uncontrollably.

A corner of the hijab flew up, and he saw a slender snow-white hand with well-defined knuckles approaching, and then his body rose into the air. He seemed to be hugged, and his body was pressed against each other. He felt the other's body temperature through the clothes, as if It was as cold as ice, and the body couldn't help shivering, and the sound of beating gongs and drums all around became louder.

Stepping over the threshold, a piece of white silk was stuffed into his hand, with a large white flower hanging in the middle, and a cold hand was pressed on his shoulder. He knelt on the black futon and began to bow down.

It seems that someone is shouting loudly: one bow to heaven and earth, two bows...

Hold the grass, worship, this is worship! ?

He suddenly realized what he was doing, and was instantly frightened awake. Subconsciously, he wanted to let go of the white silk he was holding, but was held by that cold and slender hand.

His heart was beating wildly, and he was about to break free when the door was closed with a "snap". For the first time, he was picked up in the air and placed gently on the edge of the bed. His hijab was raised white, and he met a pair of cold, dark, lifeless narrow eyes.

"Ah——" No matter how daring he was, he screamed in fright. He jumped up from the bed and continued to scream: "Ah——"

【what--】

"Ah..." A person rushed in, her black hair was tied with a big braid, and she was wearing a water-blue padded jacket. The girl dressed as a maid ran in screaming, and when she saw the person sitting on the bed, she showed a happy expression: "Master , you finally woke up!!"

Looking at the girl dressed as a maid in front of him, Tong Qianjun blinked and nodded: "Well, I'm awake... My brain hurts." As he spoke, he raised his hand to touch the faintly painful forehead, and then touched a The bandaged gauze, his forehead was actually opened.

"Master, don't move around, the doctor said that the wound will heal after half a month of cultivation." The little girl got a cup of warm water and fed it to Tong Qianjun, and said: "Master, rest, Meier will go to the hospital first." The courtyard told Madam, and brought you some food."

Tong Xianjun held his head and waved to Mei Er, let her go.

[V, do you think I live too long, and deliberately torment me?Why did you just pull away from the previous plane, and you left me in another plane, and you still opened your head, so it can't be that the landing point has deviated again, right? 】

As soon as he was teleported to the previous plane, he was kicked into the river by Destiny's Child and drowned. This time he was directly injured.

This is the first time he has traveled through the plane with injuries on his body, because to ensure that the data of the original body and the host body are perfectly copied and pasted, the crossing points selected by V587 have been systematically and accurately analyzed.

[There is no deviation, but... the host, something went wrong again this time. 】V587 said it with a guilty conscience.

[Oh, all ears, what's the problem. ] His head hurts so much, why, who the hell did he hit him with a sack?

[That is, when you left the previous plane, there was an error in the data flow, and you, the host, were suddenly sent to the next plane, and the host body was not generated in time, so the body you are using now is... the original owner's. 】

【very good. 】Jun Tong feels that he has evolved to be able to be calm when he hears that the sky is falling.

【and also……】

[It's not over, you say. 】Jun Tong prayed while supporting his head, raising the corners of his eyebrows.

【Your current body belongs to the Child of Destiny...】The voice became softer and weaker.

Mr. Tong prayed: ...Hold the grass.

One person, one system fell into the embarrassment of dead silence. Mr. Tong Xian felt that if he hadn't opened his head, he would have hit the bedpost with his head to see if he could kill himself and go directly to the next plane.

【You mean, I am the son of the plane, and I am going to counterattack myself! ! 】

[Uh...it should be like this, yes. 】

Fortunately, he was connected to the host's soul, otherwise something big would happen.

【V, I have a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not...】

[Don't talk anymore. 】V587 also wants to cry. After such a toss now, the luck of the entire plane is involved in the host. If the host makes a slight "mistake", then hehehe.

Tong Xianjun was lying on the bed in the shape of a paralyzed corpse. It was clearly broad daylight outside the house, but the sky he looked at was dark.

[Then have you thought of a solution? 】

[No, because the original body is the child of destiny, the system cannot receive and decompose it, and cannot generate a host body. ] Destiny Child is opposite to the system. If the system takes back Destiny Child's body, the world will also collapse.

[Very good, so in this plane, I can only bear the skin of this child of destiny, and also cut off his connection with the plane's luck! ! 】Very well, this is for him to deceive himself. Compared with the previous plane where two Destiny Children appeared and caused the plane's trajectory to be disordered, this plane made him feel even more crazy.

【Right, that is it. 】

[You can die for 1 minute. 】Jun Tong prayed to continue to paralyze.

【good. 】V587 dives to die.

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside. A woman wearing an embroidered white peony cotton cheongsam, a short cape, and her hair in a bun and embellished with pearl flowers walked in quickly, and saw a paralyzed corpse lying on the bed Tong Xianjun was so frightened that the silk in his hand dropped.

"Oh my god, Fang'er, you... what's wrong with you, don't scare your mother, Mei'er, let's help the young master up together."

"Mother, I'm fine." Tong Qianjun got up from the bed with a listless expression.

"Poor my son, it's useless to be a mother, your father died so early, and now people are humiliating you like this..." As she spoke, tears kept falling.

"Mother, I'm fine." As soon as he woke up, he was shocked by the fact that he became the Child of Destiny. Before he had time to integrate the memory of the plane, Tong Qianjun had no idea what she was talking about, so he had to die for a minute. The V1 was dragged out: [V, resurrect first, where is the memory of the plane! ! 】

[Hey, here we come. 】V587 took the lead: 【The system is currently searching the memory of the plane, please wait a moment, the search of the memory of the plane is completed, this plane is C-level, belongs to the background plane of the middle-level Republic of China, and the plane memory fusion will be performed for the host, counting down 3, 2, 1, start...]

As soon as the sound of the system fell, Mr. Tong’s head felt dizzy. Normally, he only felt slightly uncomfortable, but now he has a wound on his forehead, which actually caused a severe pain like tearing the wound, which made Mr. Tong endure. He couldn't help holding his head and letting out a cry of pain.

But it frightened the crying Su family and Meier next to him. No one noticed a cold wind blowing in the closed room. Pour it on a soft bed.

The memory of the plane flooded into Tong Xianjun's mind like a tide.

The son of destiny of this plane, that is, the original owner's name is "Yuan Fang". He is 17 years old this year and is the only son of the late Yuan family, one of the three great families in Fenghua City.

The grandfather of the Yuan family has two sons, the eldest son Yuan Jinhua is the son of the deceased first spouse, and the second master Yuan Jinren is the son of the step-wife. Since the grandfather of the Yuan family died of illness, the family business has been dominated by the second son Yuan, and there is also the son of the old man Yuan. The stepmother is in charge of the family affairs, and the orphans and widows of the eldest family are living a worse life. Fortunately, Uncle Yuan's wife Su Shi is a pungent person, so she doesn't suffer too much, and she and her son support each other to grow up.

Yuan Fang had a boy named Shang Huayu, the two grew up together and had a very good relationship, and later joined the army and worked hard on the battlefield to become a staff officer, and now they have a very high status in Fenghua City.

Yuan Erye has a son and a daughter. He wants his daughter to marry the Shang family, which can improve the status of the Yuan family in Fenghua City. In an accident, he learned that Yuan Fang and Shang Huayu had an ambiguous relationship. Divide the two, but both failed.

Not long ago, when he heard that a great warlord who had returned from the capital to his hometown for the funeral wanted to find a ghost for his late brother who was born on a cloudy moon and a cloudy day, Second Master Yuan suddenly remembered that Yuan Fang happened to be in a cloudy moon and a cloudy day. When he was born, he secretly passed on his birth horoscope.

In the end, Yuan Fang was selected, and it happened that the Su family was going back to her natal family to visit relatives at that time, and Yuan Erye's family drugged Yuan Fang, dressed as a woman, and sent him directly to the warlord's house.

When the Su family came back from visiting relatives and found out that his son was actually married into a shady marriage, he quit. He immediately asked the younger brother who sent him back to contact his family and went directly to the warlord's house.

However, Yuan Fang, who was forced to worship with a memorial tablet, was also weakened by the medicine given by Yuan Erye, so he resisted, and finally hit the ground directly, preferring to die rather than submit.

The pain in his head has subsided a lot, Tong Qianjun frowned, as if something flashed through his mind: [V, the two prayers were interrupted, and the last head hit the floor...does it count? ...Three salutes? 】

He suddenly had a very bad feeling, what to do! ?

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