Reborn as a handsome young master

Cheng Yanxiao stretched himself like a carp, and jumped off the bed.

The chic posture of falling to the ground was unexpectedly interrupted by the iron chain tied to his ankle. The handsome carp turned into a salted fish and turned over. He rolled in mid-air for half a circle and fell to the edge of the bed, causing his waist to turn red immediately.

... What's going on here?!

Cheng Yanxiao sat on the edge of the bed covering his waist, looking around in a daze.My mind is full of: Am I not dead?Didn't he die in the line of duty?This is... rescued me?

He squinted and looked around.

The entire room was covered with a thick layer of cushions, as if he was afraid that the people staying in the room would hurt him, and the facilities were simple except for the bed he was leaning against, and there was a huge red carved wooden picture frame on the wall.

A huge carved wooden picture frame with red light?

Perhaps because of the sensitivity and associative nature of the profession, Cheng Yanxiao immediately thought of the red light of the monitor, but after narrowing his eyes slightly...

Huh?...Wait?

Cheng Yanxiao squinted his eyes and took two steps closer, only then did he feel that the red light bursting into the eyes from the wood carving slightly showed the time that the group was still somewhat vague—[-]:[-] pm on February [-], [-].

...The red light turned out to be the numbers on the time display, and this earthy wood carving turned out to be a clock?For a moment Cheng Yanxiao didn't know whether to complain about buying the owner's eyes, or to wake up to his "died in the line of duty" lying down for two months, even his eyes were seriously shining.

February [-]?Has it been this long?It's been two months since he was shot.

But was he really... lying in bed for two months?

As if realizing something, he lowered his head and spread his hands flat in front of his eyes. The fingers in front of him were soft and slender, their fingertips were smooth and delicate, their nails were round, and there was a cute little mole on his left middle finger. This hand was really pretty, but... this Not his... hands.

His finger joints are slightly thick, and due to long-term exercise, his fingers are far less delicate and slender than the pair in front of him.There is a thick layer of calluses on his fingertips, and the tendon in his palm was accidentally severed by a knife while catching a fugitive, and there is a wound that almost runs across the entire palm.

But as far as the eyes can see, this is not his hand at all, it is difficult, could it be...

He flashed a wild idea, but was immediately held back by the party of science that he had always had.

Cheng Yanxiao comforted himself and said: But, it may be that when he died on duty, his hand... the hand was also broken. Is this a new hand for me?

While he was doing psychological construction, he raised his hand to touch his face in surprise. The smooth and delicate skin, soft lips, and straight nasal bone... The more Cheng Yanxiao touched it, the more frightened he became...

It's over!Cheng Yanxiao thought: I am afraid that the scientific party spirit that I have persisted for 28 years will not be able to stay today.

He silently moved his hands away from his face... He touched the body twice from top to bottom, and even looked at the things between his legs twice... before he fixed his eyes on the silver cloth on his ankle. chains, the corners of his lips trembling.

Oh shit!

Cheng Yanxiao closed his eyes and shivered: This is something that even the so-called science can't explain, right?He didn't die in the line of duty and was rescued, this special meow stole someone else's body and came back to life!

Cheng Yanxiao exhaled deeply to calm down, but suddenly felt dizzy, and fell down on the cushion in a whirl.

He felt that his throat was stuffed with a lot of water-soaked cotton, and the air ran into his lungs through a few gaps. The feeling of scarce oxygen was still painful. He rubbed his chest and tried his best to control himself to slow down his breathing, but even As such, he still had difficulty breathing.

The oppressive feeling of being thin and unable to breathe normally began to spread to the inside of the body, and the heart began to beat violently, as if it was about to tear open the chest cavity and jump out.

This body is sick!Cheng Yanxiao thought to himself that he had never felt so uncomfortable before his death. As a former national fighting champion, his body is usually so strong that he can knock down a [-]-kilogram wild boar with his bare hands.

He ever wanted to change his body and come back to life, but he could only lie on the ground miserably and suffer from illness...

He gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, deciding that no matter what, he had to save himself, but the next second he was startled by the person reflected on the ceiling!

After a while, he realized slowly that they actually installed a mirror on the ceiling? !

A figure was clearly printed in the mirror, that person's complexion was extremely white, his eyes were as thickly painted with ink, and the color of his pupils was extremely black, but against his complexion, those eyes appeared even more brilliant, making people feel confused.

The nasal bone is straight and delicate, the lip color is extremely light with a faint purple tone, and the facial bones are three-dimensional, but not as deep and smooth as Westerners, with a hint of oriental softness and elegance.

This face is too beautiful, Cheng Yanxiao stared at it for a while, until the pain in his chest became worse, and he suddenly realized: This face is his now!

His throat rolled up and down, and he comforted himself while enduring the pain: Look, your new body looks really strong!Although the pain was a bit painful, it was really long.