Laughing in another world

He smiled and looked at the blue sky, thinking that if he passed away in clear weather, it would be a good result.

The wound on his chest was so painful that he couldn't feel it. He knew that the man's last sword attack on him was still a little bit on the side. Although it caused huge damage to him, he still couldn't stop laughing.

Why did such a righteous knight who firmly believes in his own beliefs soften at the last gesture?

He really wanted to ask him face to face, but unfortunately he had fallen off a cliff.

If he hadn't practiced that magical skill back then, and hadn't taken over the divine religion, would he have been more focused on drinking and dancing swords with him?

Wouldn't there be such an ending today?

It's a pity... In this world, there will never be a chance for people to start over...

Amidst the whistling wind, he took one last look at the blue sky with nostalgia, closed his eyes with a smile, and fell into the endless darkness.

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"Huh? Why is there a boy lying here?"

"Do you still have to ask? It must have been thrown away after being robbed on the road...Huh? He is still alive! Why is it rare black hair? This clothes is also a rare style...Huh!"

There was a sound of gasping around one after another, and then the sound of swallowing saliva uncontrollably.

In his drowsiness, he heard some noisy and unknown conversations.

how?Is he not dead yet?Why can't he understand what these people are saying?

He began to check the zhenqi in his body, but unexpectedly found that there was not much zhenqi left in his body, and he struggled more and more to wake up.

"Boss, this boy...how about we keep it..."

"No! This young man has such a good appearance, and he is dressed richly. I am afraid there is a lot of history. If we touch him, I am afraid that it will cause endless disasters." An old-fashioned voice said steadily.

"Then... just do nothing?" The person who asked was very unwilling.

"Of course we can't let it go, take him with us, we're going to the next big city soon, we can make a fortune by selling him at that time, and it won't cause trouble... By the way, Mr. Brandy , give him a sleeping spell first, so as not to wake him up early..."

He couldn't understand what these people were saying, but he knew that a sudden feeling of extreme exhaustion came from the bottom of his heart. He tried his best to restrain himself for a while, and felt that his body was being carried into the carriage and randomly touched by others. a few.

Ever since he became the leader of the No. [-] sect in the world, no one has ever been so rude to him.Before he could feel angry, he was engulfed by darkness again.

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When he woke up again, he could already open his eyes.

He woke up from the big soft bed, and found that he was arranged in an extremely luxuriously furnished room. The furnishings inside were very strange. Although he could more or less guess their purpose, they were all styles he had never seen before. .

After confirming that he was the only one in the room and that he was safe for the time being, he lifted his clothes and looked down at the wound on his chest, but he saw it was clean.

No wounds.

He was slightly surprised. With such a serious injury, even if he woke up after being in a coma for a long time, it should still leave scars.At this time, he looked at his hand again. The joints were well defined, slender and strong, and there was a little red mole on the inner side of the thumb, which indeed belonged to him.

It just seems to be missing the calluses between the fingers caused by holding the sword.

He adjusted his breath a little, and found that the true energy in his body was only less than [-]% of what it used to be, like... just like himself in front of his own palace...

He was just stunned for a moment, and then firmly peeled off the complicated clothes on his body. Because he was not familiar with the solution of this kind of clothes, he simply tore them apart with his hands, and then looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar man between his legs with a complicated expression. things.

After staring at it for an unknown amount of time, he jumped out of bed and came to the large crystal mirror by the wall.

In the clear crystal mirror, there appeared a beautiful young man, half undressed, having a good time, but his face was cold and determined.

Then the boy slowly raised his lips and smiled, so beautiful that it made people's breath stop.

"Has this body returned to the past? My God, do you want to see how I choose? Martial arts status? Or dignity?"

"Undefeated? It doesn't mean absolute victory. It turns out that there is still a possibility of shaking hands... Undefeated... In this life, there is no Dongfang Undefeated, only Dongfang wins!"

The young man's aura changed, and it turned out to be as sharp as an unsheathed sword.

He looked around and heard moaning and teasing voices outside that he could understand no matter where he went, and laughed at himself, "I seem to have been sold..."