Those years when I started a business in the comprehension world

No, the story is very short and can be told in two or three sentences.

He is not the Wen Xinze that Cheng Jun saved.

He is a lonely soul who traveled from another time and space, and by chance, took up Wen Xinze's body in this time and space.

So no matter how much he was treated, it was impossible for him to recover his memory.

Wen Xinze sat down on the chair, explained to Cheng Jun about his time travel in a few words, and then calmly looked at Cheng Jun who was opposite him.

He has long been mentally prepared to confess his identity to Cheng Jun. Now that he has finished what he should say, there is no need to panic, and he can calmly face any consequences.

"You said you came from another time and space?" Cheng Jun looked at Wen Xinze with golden eyes and asked slowly.

"Yes." Wen Xinze nodded slightly.

"What is that time and space like?" Cheng Jun asked again.

"Ah?" Wen Xinze was stunned, completely unexpected that Cheng Jun would have such a reaction.

He thought that this person would be annoyed by his deceit during this period of time, and would turn his back on him for taking up the original owner's body, but he never thought that this person would focus on "what modern society looks like".

"Heaven and earth are unbounded, and time and space are thousands of times. It is not uncommon to cross boundaries and travel between time and space." Cheng Jun propped one hand on the pillow, reclining on the beauty couch, "Tell me about the time and space you came to. how is it like."

"We are all mortals there, there are no practitioners..." Wen Xinze began to describe the modern society to Cheng Jun in a daze.

It is very difficult to describe exactly what a world is like.The world is big, but people are small, and it is impossible to see the whole world in a lifetime.

Wen Xinze can only tell the story from what he knows, some people, and some objects, and his speech is scattered and illogical.He told Chengjun about modern high-rise buildings, airplanes and high-speed trains, about man landing on the moon, about mobile phones, computers and networks, and about the junk food that modern youth love.The story that I thought could be told in a few words, but the area of ​​focus that Cheng Jun distorted, has completely become a long and endless story.

"What is Coke?"

"A carbonated drink with fizzy, sweet water in it, but too much of it is unhealthy."

"Where's the burger?"

"A kind of food with meat and vegetables in bread, you can understand it as Roujiamo."

"Where's the coffee?"

"Coffee is..." Wen Xinze stopped in the middle of speaking.

I talked for a long time before I knew it, and it was already dark now.

Standing behind Cheng Jun, Wuyi was casting a lighting technique, holding a ball of light in both hands, illuminating the space where they were.

Wen Xinze stared at the ball of light in Wu Yi's hands in a daze. Did he confess his identity to Cheng Jun in order to discuss modern junk food with him at night?

"Why did you stop talking suddenly? Are you thirsty?" Cheng Jun raised his hand to beckon Eleven who was standing on the other side, "Pour him a glass of water."

Eleven responded, picked up the teapot on the low table beside him, and poured a cup of hot tea into Wen Xinze's hand.

The tea cup is slightly hot at the beginning, and the mouth is warm.

Taking a sip of hot tea into his throat, Wen Xinze felt much clearer.

Holding the teacup in his hand, he raised his eyes to look at Cheng Jun again, and decided to bring back the topic of wandering off.

Wen Xinze: "Let's focus on the key points."

Cheng Jun: "What's the point?"

Wen Xinze: "I am not the Wen Xinze you know, I have traveled from another time and space."

Cheng Jun: "I know this, you said it before."

Wen Xinze: "Is that how you react?"

Didn't Cheng Jun care about the original owner?But this reaction was too indifferent, as if the original owner was not even a passerby in his eyes.Could it be that Cheng Jun didn't believe what he said at all?

Cheng Jun: "How should I react?"

The two looked at each other silently for a moment, and Wen Xinze asked tentatively, "Do you not believe what I say?"

Cheng Jun: "I believe it."

Wen Xinze: "..." The tone of this tone is completely indistinguishable from the truth.

Cheng Jun sat up from the beauty's couch, "Alright, let's continue, what is coffee?"

Wen Xinze: "..." Is coffee the most important thing for you?

Cheng Jun frowned: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Wen Xinze said expressionlessly: "I don't want to talk about it anymore." Tired, he was ready to confess his identity in the face of Cheng Jun's fury, but in the end, what was it all about?

Cheng Jun: "Tsk!"

Wen Xinze: "..." What is this expression, as if someone who has heard a book said in a dragged tone, "If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to explain it"?

"Now that the story is over..." Cheng Jun stood up from the beauty's couch, walked in front of Wen Xinze, and under Wen Xinze's astonished gaze, suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.The teacup Wen Xinze was holding in both hands fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. "Let's continue the treatment."

This time, Cheng Jun didn't give Wen Xinze a chance to escape, grabbed his wrist with one hand, and raised the other hand, the box on the low table opened, and the white spiral snake inside flew into his hand.Under Wen Xinze's horrified gaze, the white snake with thick thumbs bit his captured wrist.

Wen Xinze watched helplessly as the snake's teeth pierced his skin, and the cool tips of the teeth sank into his flesh, and then felt a coolness rise from his wrist, along the veins, and go straight to his brain.He first felt the Lingtai clear, and then his consciousness began to sink, and soon his eyes darkened, and he fell into a coma.

Cheng Jun supported Wen Xinze who had fallen into his arms, and threw the used white spiral snake to Eleven.

Eleven put away the white spiral snake, looked up at Chengjun, and spoke hesitantly. "Reverend Chengjun, head Wen said that he is not the person you know..."

Cheng Jun looked at the unconscious Wen Xinze, whose face was buried in his belly, stretched out his hand and pulled his hair, and said calmly, "He thinks it's fine if I admit the wrong person, but you also think I will admit the wrong person?"

"It's impossible for a real person to misidentify someone." After Eleven finished speaking, he wanted to ask Cheng Jun about his relationship with Wen Xinze, but thinking that Cheng Jun is not a person who likes to be prying into his personal affairs, he swallowed the words again.

"Pack up your things." After Cheng Jun finished speaking, he picked up Wen Xinze like a bag of rice, and walked towards the east wing.

When Ye Feiyao came over with dinner, she happened to see Cheng Jun carrying Wen Xinze into the corner of the corridor.

"What happened to Wen Xinze?" Ye Feiyao asked worriedly, handing the lunch box to Eleven.

"The real person treated him for amnesia, but he was bitten by the white snake and fainted." Eleven smiled, "It's fine, don't worry."

"..." It didn't sound like there was nothing to worry about.

Wen Xinze didn't eat dinner the day before, and woke up early the next morning from hunger.

He opened his eyes and lay on the bed for a while, except for hunger, there was no discomfort in his body.If it weren't for the snake bite wound on his wrist, he would suspect that last night was just a dream.Whether it was him confessing his identity to Cheng Jun or being bitten by a snake, it was just a dream that he imagined.But the slight tingling of the wound on his wrist made him sure that everything about him last night was true.

He confessed his identity to Cheng Jun, and then Cheng Jun didn't respond, he just wanted to hear stories about modern society.

Wen Xinze raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows.

Now he doesn't understand what Cheng Jun is thinking at all, whether he doesn't care about the original owner, or he doesn't believe what he said at all.

Forget it, anyway, he has said everything that should be said, Cheng Jun's reaction is not within the scope of his responsibility.

Wen Xinze got up to wash up, and then went to the courtyard to find the bucket of water he fetched back yesterday evening.As soon as he found the bucket by the flower bed in the courtyard, he saw Ye Feiyao coming over with a lunch box.

"Huh? Bring breakfast so early today?" Wen Xinze asked in surprise.

"Didn't you faint from a snake bite last night? Didn't you have dinner? That's why I brought it to you earlier." Ye Feiyao said, and asked again, "Are you okay?"

"It's fine." Wen Xinze stretched out his wrist that had been bitten by a snake, "There were only two wounds on his hand, which are now scarred. Everything else is fine."

"That's good." Ye Feiyao breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, what's going on with the second brother? Have you heard about the sell-out of the second-generation wishful books?" Wen Xinze asked.

"I heard from the second senior brother that from today onwards, my master and I will help refine wish-fulfilling scriptures together. The uncle has not replied yet, and the senior brother has not been in contact for the time being. As far as the three of us are concerned, we plan to spend half a month first. Refining one hundred wishful scripts and sending them to Biyun Pavilion." "I can't help you with refining tools, but you can tell me about other things I can help with."

"You have already helped me a lot. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't dare to think that we would sell so many magic weapons one day." Ye Feiyao patted Wen Xinze on the shoulder and said, "If all 1 wishful books are sold, You can make a net profit of more than 4 spirit stones. I remember that you still owe more than 3 of your gambling debts, and if you pay another [-], you will only have more than [-]."

Wen Xinze: "...Are you trying to praise me or belittle me?"

Ye Feiyao: "This is a compliment to prevent you from being too proud."

Wen Xinze: "..."

Half a month later, Lin Fei sent one hundred second-generation wishes books to Biyun Pavilion.Not long after, the one hundred second-generation wishful books were sold out again.

At the beginning of winter, Qiu Linhe returned to Xuanqimen, and also participated in refining the second-generation wishful script.In another half a month, the upper and lower sides of the hanging device were concentric, and [-] sets of wishes books were refined, and they were sent to Biyun Pavilion for sale.

More than half a month later, Biyun Pavilion once again heard the news that the second generation of wishful books had been sold out. At the same time, it also brought a bad news - in Tianwang City, a magic weapon store also started selling wishful books.

Xuanqimen only supplies to Biyun Pavilion, and the wishful books sold in that magic shop are not produced by Xuanqimen.It is obvious that someone saw that wishful books are so popular, so they followed the refinement of wishful books and sold them, hoping to make a fortune.