The light faded away quickly in front of Feng Honglin's eyes, and everything around him returned to darkness again, just like the light in front of him that seemed to be about to touch the edge, but more like a little light far away from the end of the world was still ahead.

"Ho~, ho~..." Feng Honglin gasped and subconsciously touched his forehead-

It was a cold, but this cold did not come from the perception in the hands, but from the depths of the soul.

Close your eyes and try to calm down the uneasiness in your heart. The light that attracted him all the way forward seemed to lose its appeal to him. Don’t ask who Jingjing is, he just wants Jingjing now...

Some people say that when they are dying, they will see the Kingdom of the Yellow Springs, and some people say that people will be able to quickly go forward like a movie, and quickly review their own life. What about themselves? Smile bitterly, is this considered to be a review of their own life? If so, this is too fucking?! Just a short short section? And it was his infancy...

I rubbed my face hard, tried to endure the urge to show off all the classic "national swearing" I knew. I tried to remind myself to be calm, and then I tried to recall the scene I saw before...

There is no modern world with no roads, no pipes, no electric poles, TV towers, no modern objects. Even if you put this in the most remote area, it is impossible to do this.

Also, it’s human!

Three batches, no, should be two batches of people who chased him. The last batch of people who came to save him. Should he be glad? At least he seems to have not made people hate him completely. He is just a little baby who cannot speak or do. It is already a secret, inside and outside, all of them come to find a way to kill him. At least there are some people who want him to live, right?!

And those clothes that are full of ancient flavor.

Not to mention the group of people wearing black and faceless faces (masked), the armor of the group of people tied by General Pei is not as good as modern people! And those people in the martial arts world may not appear decent, but they are definitely all, and they present natural brown and old clothes, which also shows that this should be the daily wear of those people.

In modern society, whether it is a cosplay or a retro style, there is absolutely no antique clothes that are naturally faded and damaged!

By the way, there are also the number of casualties in the incident, which is enough to make the soil under your feet stained with red blood...

Such a vicious incident must really happen in modern times and in Xinhua. With the developed information of Xinhua, I am afraid that such vicious incidents have long been known to everyone in the whole country.

There is also the last part, although it has no impression of that part, and I have the impression of those who saved themselves, or more accurately, the little baby, but he knows the dean grandfather who appears at the end, even though the dean grandfather looks much younger.

There was also the small swaddle cloth, and the small iron plate tied to the baby's hand in the end that Officer Wu took out with red strength... The small iron plate is now hung on his neck by a talisman!

Feng Honglin only felt his eyebrows beating, and he thought about the possibility that he had obtained that could be connected to a bronze mirror similar to the expansive ancient world, even an imagination would find incredible in his mind.

I can't be a "wearer" myself, right?

Facts have proved that this possibility is very high! If I really wore it, then everything can be explained clearly. I appeared in the forest and was picked up by hikers. It was not a cradle that ordinary people could use. I could not find any clues about his father and his life experience...

What is this? Is this called letting yourself die?!

No, I don’t understand this, okay?! Why is it that the little baby himself is chased, why did he travel through time and space to modern times, and what is his own parents? And, what is his identity as the Sixth Master, who is called his "little master", what is his identity...

The more he thought about it, the more confused his mind became, and the more painful Feng Honglin's brain became. Then a powerful suction suddenly appeared out of thin air, sucking Feng Honglin's entire body back. He could only watch the light spot in front of him getting smaller and smaller. Then some unknown information began to squeeze into his head. Then Feng Honglin felt his eyes dark and completely lost consciousness...

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The decoration is low-key and luxurious with a luxurious living room. A figure lies quietly on the ground, motionless, like a dead body.

"Woo~" A low moan escaped from the mouth of the man lying on the ground, and then his fingertips bounced like a biological nerve reflex. He could move, and finally he was sure that the person lying on the ground was alive, which was a joyful thing.

"God..." The figure lying on the ground struggled to get up, and turned over, as if he had exhausted all his strength. The man leaned his posture halfway on the sofa's legs with the posture of Brother You.

Trying to lift his weak arm and rub the forehead that seemed to explode, the man half opened his eye and raised it up 45 degrees, finally barely seeing the true face of this man. This man is no one else, but our eldest son Feng Honglin Feng!

"I, this is, still alive?!" He muttered to himself in disbelief. He held his head and did not dare to move, because as soon as he moved, he would feel that the earth was turning around. The earth was moving, the sky was shaking, and his eyes were like a layer of gauze, through a layer of fog, the other head was confused, just like the paste.

This feeling of discomfort is really hard to express in words. After a while, Feng Honglin was better and he recovered.

Holding the handrail of the sofa, he supported himself, but before he could stand up, his feet became soft, Feng Honglin tried hard to adjust the angle of his body and threw himself into the sofa instead of falling on the cold floor again.

My stomach is empty, my hands and feet are soft, and I am so exhausted that I can't even stand. Ni Mei, how long have I been fainting...

He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the big lever clock standing next to the TV cabinet. The time displayed above scared Feng Honglin. He couldn't help but spend a little effort to rub his eyes. It was still the same time point, and it didn't change at all.

The light faded away quickly in front of Feng Honglin's eyes, and everything around him returned to darkness again, just like the light in front of him that seemed to be about to touch the edge, but more like a little light far away from the end of the world was still ahead.

"Ha~,Ha~..." Feng Honglin gasped and subconsciously touched his forehead.
Chapter completed!