Senior ward of Beijing First People's Hospital.
He Zhou was leaning on the hospital bed, holding his mobile phone and playing WeChat, jumping up and down. The sunlight outside the window shone on his concentrating side face, peaceful, peaceful, and handsome as a picture.
The housekeeper Song Cheng sighed in his heart, if the young master had been as well-behaved and quiet as he is now, the Patriarch and the others would not be disappointed.
He walked to the hospital bed, with kindness in his respectful eyes, "Master, it's time to leave the hospital."
When He Zhou heard this, he immediately put away his phone, raised his head and smiled at Song Cheng, and stood up, "Thank you Uncle Song."
Politeness is politeness, but in the end there is a little more alienation.
Song Cheng sighed again in his heart. Ever since the young master woke up, his temperament seemed to be a different person. However, after experiencing life and death this time, it is normal for the young master to change a little. gratified.
He Zhou was wearing a white T-shirt and light-colored jeans, standing at the entrance of the hospital, looking at the crowded flow of people and cars on the wide road, he just felt that fate was really miraculous and unpredictable.
He was originally the young master of the Shenyan Sect in a different world. He had extraordinary talent since he was a child, and he has always been a role model among his peers along the way. see another world.
Specifically, every night he watched the life of another person in his sleep, and that person was his current body, also called He Zhou. He didn't know why such a thing happened, but he was always calm, and he was the young master of Shenyan Sect. He would never talk about it with others. He could only fall asleep every night and look at this body, doing things in this magical world. There are some incomprehensible things that make him feel distressed.
For example, in order to protect everyone in the sect when the Shenyan Sect was robbed, he himself blew himself up the night before his dantian died with the villain. vegetable.
What was even more amazing was that when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the hospital bed, and learned from the nurse that this body had been in a coma for three months.
"Master, please get in the car." Song Cheng's voice pulled He Zhou out of his memories.
Referring to the scene he saw in his dream, He Zhou bowed his head and sat in the back. When the door was closed, the driver in the driver's seat started the car and drove towards He's house.
After getting used to it for a while, He Zhou leaned back on the back seat, his long eyelashes drooping, hiding the thoughts in his eyes, and casually asked, "Uncle Song, what happened to the car I was driving before the accident?"
Song Cheng sat on the co-pilot, turned around, "Master, that car was sent to the scrap yard after an accident, is there any problem?"
He Zhou looked out the window and smiled, "It's okay, I just can't bear it."
It wasn't that he was reluctant, but that the car seemed to have been tampered with, and it was precisely because of this that the car crashed and killed him. However, it has been several months since the accident, so the car should have been destroyed long ago.
Song Cheng was silent for a while, and then carefully advised: "Young master, racing cars are very dangerous, but fortunately you survived this disaster, you should stop playing with cars in the future, right?"
He Zhou met his concerned eyes, nodded and said, "Thank you Uncle Song, I won't risk my life in the future."
Song Cheng was immediately relieved, and a smile appeared on his vicissitudes face. He watched the young master grow up, and it was absolutely impossible to say that he didn't care. Although the young master can't practice martial arts, the Patriarch always has his safety in mind, but the young master doesn't understand.
At this time, the phone beeped, and He Zhou took it out of his trouser pocket, and saw someone in the Guwu Bar replying to him.
Yuanchen played this bar by himself. Yuanchen couldn't practice martial arts, but he always yearned for it, so he registered an account and watched the screen silently every day. After He Zhou woke up, he was really bored during the hospitalization, so he went in for a stroll, and found that many people inside were talking nonsense in a serious manner. I can't bear the sand, so I can't help leaving a post to point out their shortcomings.
His account named "Jiayinzi" was of a very low level, and what he said was completely ignored, but the "Supreme Martial Arts" who was refuted by him immediately jumped up and kept chasing him. After all, He Zhou is a young master of the sect, and he has cultivated to the golden core. Although he can't be happy with things and not sad with himself, he seldom gets angry. Facing this person's fierce pursuit, he only treats him as the other party's age Xiao is not sensible, so he taught him a few words in a good voice.
However, things got worse and worse, and Supreme Martial Arts became even more enraged, and he kept posting back and scolding, causing passers-by to watch, and He Zhou's account of "adding money" became the target of public criticism.
After all, the ancient martial art in another world is much more profound than this world, and what He Zhou said casually seemed to them to be complete nonsense, and it was normal for those serious people to beat him to death.
Forget it, since it doesn't make sense, let's not talk about it.
Putting the phone back into his pocket, he leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest. Suddenly, the car stopped suddenly, and He Zhou opened his eyes.
"Young master, there is a traffic jam ahead." The driver of the He family explained.
He Zhou searched the memories in his mind, looked at the surrounding buildings, and said, "It's not far from home, I'll get out of the car and walk back." He opened the door and got out of the car.
Song Cheng also planned to unbuckle his seat belt and get out of the car, but was stopped by He Zhou, "Uncle Song, I want to relax by myself."
After staying in the hospital for so many days, he was almost moldy, and he wanted to take a closer look at this technologically prevalent world, and he could only watch from the sidelines in his dreams in the past.
As the young sect master, He Zhou was busy practicing and dealing with sect affairs all day long, so he had no time to have fun at all, so when he was watching the original body unscrupulously play around, he was envious of him. He didn't expect that one day, He can personally experience the life of a dandy young master.
Don't worry about anything, just spend money to have fun.
He Zhou looks very good. If you really want to make a comparison, he is the most outstanding among the rich men in Beijing. His eyebrows, nose and lips are all in the picture, even if he is just wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, walking casually on the street. , can also receive the amazed gazes of countless people, and some lively little girls have already taken out their mobile phones and secretly took pictures.
Young Master He has long been used to being noticed, when he passed by a cake shop, he suddenly stopped.
There was no such pastry in their world, and every time he saw Yuanchen eating in his dream, he wanted to try it.
With long legs, He Zhou entered the cake shop. When the female clerk saw such a handsome guy coming in, she immediately smiled sincerely, and asked sweetly, "What does the handsome guy need?"
He Zhou's eyes slid over the cakes on display one by one, then stopped, and pointed to a small piece of tiramisu cake with a smile, "That's all."
The clerk lifted it out for him quickly, and He Zhou took out his mobile phone, "Can I pay by scanning the QR code?"
The clerk pointed to the QR code on the cash register, "OK."
Holding the small cake and spoon, He Zhou walked out of the cake shop, took a bite, and stuffed it into his mouth. He suddenly felt his heart melt, it was so delicious!
When He Zhou was the Young Sovereign, all the food, drink, clothing, and housing were arranged by a special person. No one asked his preferences. He had heavy responsibilities and had no time to enjoy other things, so it didn't matter.
When the Zongmen was attacked by villains, in order to protect the Zongmen, he had no choice but to give up his life and perish with the demon way. He still remembers the pain of exploding the golden core until now. He completed his mission. Come to this world and live instead of He Zhou here.
I don't know what happened to Zongmen in the end, but he can't go back, and it's useless to think about it. He Zhou is a relatively easy-going person, and people in that world focus on cultivation and rarely talk about emotions. He Zhou has a very indifferent relationship with his parents. He has done his best to protect the sect, and he has fulfilled his responsibility.
He dug another spoonful of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling the sweetness spread in his mouth, his eyes were glowing, the cake was really delicious.
He Zhou was enjoying his meal, but his wishes were not fulfilled. On the sidewalk, a middle-aged man with a strong figure rushed towards him and bumped into him. He wanted to avoid it quickly, but he forgot a very important thing , His consciousness is indeed still there, but his body coordination ability is still far from enough. When he dodged like this, he just escaped his body, but the cake in his hand was hit to the ground.
"Stop! Don't run!" A young man quickly chased after him, pointing at the man and shouting.
He Zhou glanced at the rotten cake on the ground, then at the two people running away, and chased after him without thinking.
He stayed in the hospital for nearly a month, and he checked his body while recuperating, and found that there was a reason why the original body had not been able to learn the He family's methods for so many years.
He Zhou actually encountered the same thing as the original body when he was a child. The ordinary mentality of the Shenyan Sect was not suitable for him, so the suzerain and the elders researched the most suitable mentality for his cultivation, called "Nine Gods Jue" .
But the original body did not have such good luck. In this world, ancient martial arts are declining, and the impact of technological progress is huge. In the past, even ancient martial artists with only a yellow rank cultivation base could become the overlord, but now, in the face of those high-tech murderers Weapons, martial arts of the Xuan rank cannot be hit by a blow, let alone the He family can research a new mental method for the original body to practice
Coincidentally, this body was born for the "Nine Gods Jue".
He practiced again during his hospitalization, and now he has stepped into the threshold of the yellow rank. Coupled with the power of the auxiliary skills, He Zhou quickly surpassed the young man, caught up with the man who knocked down his cake, and squeezed the stained cream With a small spoon, he poked the back of the man's neck.
"Be careful!" shouted the young man. He knew exactly who he was chasing. This was the bandit Momonga on the blacklist of the action group, with a late stage Huang-level cultivation. How could an ordinary person stop it
He Zhou casually threw the spoon into the trash can beside him, turned his head to look at the young man, and pointed at the man who fell stiffly on the ground, his eyes were confused and innocent: "Didn't you tell him to stop? Why did you remind him to be careful?"
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