The Servant of the Magic Marks of Transmigration

Hot, very hot...painful...numb? ...

Pound moved instinctively, but fell into darkness.

The body is like the feeling of being crushed by a ghost in a nightmare, and I can't move my limbs even though I am awake.All kinds of feelings coming from my body seem to be separated by a thick layer of veil, suddenly far away and near, seem real and fake...

Pound gave up struggling for a while, thinking that this situation should get better after a while.At this time, there was an itchy feeling in the ear, accompanied by the scalding heat, as if someone was breathing heavily beside him?

...this distance! ?who? !

No one has ever been so close to me!even if...

Pound struggled again with all his strength, and this rebound of strength made Pound confirm that there was something restraining his limbs.

He was sure that he could move, but another unshakable force fixed him firmly, even his eyelids.

Immediately, Pound felt a sense of crisis everywhere!

The strength of the struggle was even greater, and he thought about opening his eyes at least, but all his efforts were suppressed by that unshakable force.But as he struggled, the heat that Pound could feel became more and more obvious...

From the inside of the body to the outside of the body, the heat is almost burning, and there is a strange and tingling feeling inside...

Wave after wave... what is this doing! ?

At the same time astonished and suspicious, Pound noticed his abnormally heavy heartbeat, like heart palpitations. The beating seemed to burst through the chest cavity and hit the eardrums. Pound vaguely heard his own breathing. Sure enough, breathing Also with the same shortness and haste.

Except for the weird numbness, this feeling seems to be similar...

It's like... After a serious injury, at the old man's place, the scar was stitched up with sloppy anesthesia...

So, you got hurt again? ...Where is the injury this time?Where is the pain again?

The old man's anesthesia seems to have improved a lot. This time he didn't feel any pain, but he was hot and numb, dizzy and dizzy...

...but why hurt?How did you get hurt?

Pound, unable to move, forced himself to think.

Hasn’t the goods from port A been delivered smoothly?Perfect misleading scheme, they get rid of the sliver very well...

The deal that was enough for Brother Ming to gain a foothold in City A was not successfully completed! ?

The day after the transaction was completed, Pang De remembered that he followed Brother Ming to meet with the leader of the Shen Gang...

Shen Tiancong, the leader of the Shen Gang, had a gloomy expression on his face, but he couldn't tear himself apart from Brother Ming.From the completion of the transaction, the Shen Gang also had to admit their own power... They can finally be evenly matched with the Shen Gang in City A...

Everything went smoothly, unexpectedly... what next?What happened next?

The increasingly clear memories made Pound's already rapid heartbeat take on an unstable frequency.

...

Amongst the smog, the smell of Qixing smoked by brother Ming is the most obvious.

Abandoned factories, dim lights, two rows of people with distinct barriers...

"Ade, you have been with me for so many years, everyone knows that you are my number one fighter."

"Since brother Shen has spoken today, I believe he will be like me and will never treat you badly, what do you say?"

"Although this is a bit sudden, as long as you say no, Ade, without a second sentence, I will definitely help you refuse!"

"My brothers are here today, and Brother Shen's people are also here. As long as you say no, no one will make things difficult for you."

"Don't you still believe me? Ade, brother, after so many years, I can't make people feel cold."

"Even if Brother Chen appreciates you and is willing to exchange the land on West Street for you, it's up to you whether to go or not!"

"how do you say?"

...how do you say?what do i say?What else can I say?

Pound forgot whether he laughed at that time, but now Pound really thinks about it.

After all, the point is never your own answer.When Brother Ming threw the choice on his face in front of everyone, he made it clear that he acquiesced to the deal.He exchanged himself for the land on West Street, the land that Brother Ming was determined to obtain.His worth looks pretty good.

Even if I have followed Brother Ming for more than ten years, even if I am the second...

Thinking of this, Pound laughed out loud, as if he had been doused in ice water.

The cunning rabbit dies, the running dog cooks.

I am the brother who came out of the last compound next to Brother Ming, why didn't I think of it so long?The master of high meritorious deeds, exchanging himself for the territory, can satisfy Brother Ming's conditions for cooperation with the Shen Gang, and can also completely pull his own power from Brother Ming's side.

But Pang De believed that he never had any second thoughts, and he always followed his words and actions, like an obedient dog.

Is this still not enough?

Or, this is Brother Ming's kindness?Is it to let myself stay in the "old age" of the Shen Gang without taking my life?

Wanting to come to Shen Gang to beg for himself from Brother Ming, in the name of exchanging, in fact, it is to reduce the combat power, and on the surface, he should not mess with his life, until the day when the peace between the two gangs is broken.

And Pound guessed that it should be several years later.During this period of fighting for power, both sides have been seriously injured. If either side provokes confrontation again, it will definitely pay a heavy price, unless there are others to help.

So, still not bad, is it?

Taking advantage of these years of cultivation, he can fade out of the rivers and lakes.A little leader without subordinates is like a tiger with its teeth pulled out.Even if the two sides fight again in the future, he is already insignificant.

So Pound remembered that he finally agreed.

Thinking that it would be the last one to help Brother Ming; thinking that this was not a betrayal, but just a few years earlier to comply with his intention to retire.

But Pang De didn't expect that Brother Ming would still hold back.

Less than a week later, Mingo's cronies showed up at Pound's apartment, pointing a gun at himself.

"It's a good journey, Brother De."

While thinking of this, Pound felt a tremor running through his body.

The bursting white light hit Pound's whole body, giving him an illusion of bliss.

Pound thought to himself.

Death is kind of like a blissful orgasm.

***

When Pound opened his eyes again, the intricate wood carving decorations and delicate painted laces in sight were classical and elegant, completely different from the familiar pale ceiling of his residence.

The tip of the nose is filled with an unfamiliar smell, like damp soil and some kind of lichen plant.The faint birdsong and the bright sunshine make everything feel peaceful and amiable, and it is a space that I rarely stay in.

Pound propped up his upper body vigilantly, but a sharp tearing pain came from the tailbone. Pound didn't expect this, so he couldn't help moaning, and froze all his movements. After a few seconds of pause, Pound moved his waist in half-shock and doubt.The second time, the same burning pain came from inside the body!

Sweat broke out on Pound's forehead, and he instinctively looked around quickly.In the exquisite room, I was alone, on the only bed, with a blanket covering my body.Then came the fireplace, slate bricks, tapestries, stone table, and a copper lantern covered with an embroidered cloth lampshade on the table. It looked like a deliberate European-style decoration by a wealthy family, but Pound vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Then he turned his gaze to the only window. The green leaves were swaying outside the window, the birdsong and the wind made Pound intuit that it should be morning soon.Although the green leaves partially obscured the view, at a glance, one can still tell that the outside of the window seems to be... a highland with a wide view?

It was quiet and there was no human voice. Pound became more and more inexplicable the more he looked at it. He planned to move to the window but touched the burning wound. Frowning, Pound turned to confirm the condition of his body.

At this time, Pound had already remembered the assassination in the apartment.No one on the road can sleep soundly. Pound has practiced the kung fu of waking up immediately from sleep, but now he is really confused.

Before opening his eyes, Pound was sure that a certain bullet was actually sent into his chest through the gun held by Brother Ming's confidant.

Severe pain, unwillingness, resentment... At the last moment, at the same time, my chest exploded.

But now... he is still alive! ?

Half-believing, Pound touched his left chest and lowered his head to confirm, but his heart skipped a beat.

In sight, there was no gunshot wound on the smooth chest.

What's even more weird is that the body of his subordinate...is not familiar to him! ?

Bare-chested, unobstructed line of sight.The fair skin on the chest is like that of a Caucasian, and it is not the same color as the original wheat tone.The original large and small scars on the body were gone, and the skin texture was smooth and delicate, as if he was born in a wealthy family, and under the light that came in from the window, it even reflected the light like ceramics.The thin chest has some thin muscles, but it is not the lines of an adult, it looks more like a teenager.

Pound's face became more and more ugly, and his eyes moved to the equally unfamiliar right palm.

I saw the hand that I held with my heart, the five fingers were slender and slender, and there was no longer a cocoon holding a gun on it.

The originally short and neat nails now have narrow and long lines, with a faint hint of healthy pink.

Clenching, opening, and clenching again, Pang De couldn't help reconfirming whether the hand in front of him was really his own.

Pound tried to figure out the situation in amazement, and many images suddenly flooded into his head.

The scene was so weird, Pound couldn't tell where he felt it, he felt his eyes go dark, followed by bouts of dizziness and tinnitus, his temples twitched suddenly, Pound couldn't help closing his eyes, it was like closing his eyes. The slideshow with the light on, the picture is actually clearer.But the picture is too fast, scenes flash by, like a fast-forward movie at sixteen times speed.Familiar and unfamiliar; coherent and incoherent, faster and faster, making Pound even more dizzy, if he hadn't gritted his teeth, he would almost vomit it out.

A few minutes later, Pound raised his head in cold sweat, got up with a pale face, and staggered towards a one-piece mirror on the left side of the room.

Pound stared at his reflection in the mirror for a long time afterwards.

In the mirror, a naked, blond boy about eighteen to nine years old with good features blinked his eyes and tilted his head when he said something to Pound. The boy also slowly raised his right hand, viciously Give it a pinch on the cheek!

"!"

The burst of pain made Pang De have to believe the memories flashing through his head.

It seemed that he was completely dead, and then he pushed into the body of another suffering master who seemed to be dead.

In a magical world beyond the scope of previous cognition.