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Chapter 1 Good and evil always end in leopards

The mountain road was rugged, so he decisively abandoned his horse and chased after the blood on the road.

The prey was a lame rock sheep. It appeared in a hurry on the hillside and hid into the dense jungle.

The sun shines through the dense forest and there are heavy shadows everywhere. At noon, the dew of last night was still hanging on the fruit of Myrtle. The ground was covered with various leaves, and the old roots below were tangled, which could easily trip people.

In this environment, it was difficult to track, but he still found a few drops of blood on the leaves and a small strand of hair rubbing against the tree trunk.

Yes, that's the direction.

Rock Sheep does have the habit of climbing high when encountering enemies.

He quickly climbed up, but ignored the shadow of the jungle three feet away in front of him, and there was a pair of eyes staring at him.

These eyes were filled with astonishing anger and hatred.

After climbing over the big rock on the ridge, he saw the rock sheep again, licking the wound on his leg. He was about to remove the bow and arrow from his back, but he saw a shadow running towards him from the corner of his eyes, as fast as light.

That's...?

Before a thought could be completed, the object had already pounced on him.

This was actually a huge leopard, with a size comparable to a tiger, with a larger front paw than his head, and the fur seemed to have been rinsed and faded to the point of being like gravel.

The giant leopard opened his mouth and the fishy wind blew on his face. He subconsciously raised his arms to block the vital points. He heard a "kla" sound, and his forearm wrapped in armor was bitten through. I wonder if there was any fracture. With such a fierce impact, he couldn't even stand steadily and rolled down the ridge.

The leopard was entangled with him and bitten wildly. He couldn't help but scream, but it didn't prevent his other hand from pulling out a short knife from his waist and stabbing more than a dozen blood holes in his opponent's body!

The weapon was cut into iron like mud, not to mention the severe damage to the leopard's internal organs, even the two swords pierced in the chest were bleeding, splashing his head and face.

All living things have the instinct to survive. No matter how brave the beast is, it is time to abandon the enemy and escape.

But there was nothing in front of you!

It dragged him desperately to rush out, leaving behind a bloody path.

He looked at the leopard's blood-red eyes and realized that it was crazy.

Sha Bao shouldn't have appeared here at all. Where did this trick come from? It even shouted at him:

"I will never give you the divine bones!"

"Let go, let go!" He was so shocked that he stabbed the leopard three times in the neck, trying to use his strength to break free.

There is no way to survive here!

However, no matter how serious the injury was, it could not stop the leopard's steps. The next second, both sides were empty.

One person and one leopard fell into the abyss lingeringly.

Even the leopard was still acting a monster before dying and biting his neck.

With a light "bang", the protective pendant he hung around his neck burst out with red light and broke.

At that moment, the last frame of his vision was four bloody fangs!

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"ah--!"

He Lingchuan shouted and sat up, scaring the surrounding people silly.

The maid closest to him was so shocked that she took three steps back. Another strange man came out of nowhere and stood beside him and looked around: "Master?"

In front of me is an exquisite small hall, two screens of mountains and rivers, and there is a stage in the middle. The people on the stage are dressed and make-up, and the audience below are eating melon seeds, eating tea, and talking about the mountains. There are more than 200 numbers in total. At this moment, we look up here together.

Yes, he was in the box on the second floor, with a sweet fragrance in the tent of the goose pear tent lit in the corner; in the silver plate next to him, water droplets were hanging on the grape melon.

This is the theater, called Zhaixiantai, not outside the cliff of Baizhang. He Lingchuan also came to his senses and subconsciously pressed his neck: "I'm fine."

There were originally four deep tooth holes here, only half an inch away from the carotid artery, but now they have recovered and have grown tender red new flesh. There are at least a dozen of such new scars on his body.

There is also a necklace hanging around her neck.

He clearly remembered that the round protective jade pendant was clearly shattered under the huge force of the leopard and cracked into eight petals. Somehow, after waking up, it hung on its neck again.

I don’t know when I developed the habit, but I just want to touch it when I have nothing to do, as if this thing is indescribable to him.

There was also a rich young master in the box, famous writer Liu Baobao. Seeing this, he snapped his fingers at the servant beside him. The latter immediately moved to the side of the railing and sang to the bottom: "The eldest young master is awake, continue!"

The popular operas in Yuanguo are mainly short and fast, seeking wonder and novelty. They often bring their guns straight to the theme, without long singing styles, so young people also like them, so they watch them as stories. Today, Zhaixiantai prepares two new dramas, with famous actors in charge, but not long after the performance started, Master He on the upstairs fell asleep. The next one was a fierce martial arts show. Liu Baobao was afraid of disturbing his dream, so he stopped halfway.

It took most of the hour to wait, and the audience below complained slightly, but fortunately the person woke up at this time.

The sound of silk and bamboos downstairs sounded, and a clear and gentle male voice sang: "Let's talk about the Taurus, the country-protecting beast released by Xiluo, is invincible-"

He Lingchuan frowned.

Is this happening again?

He just heard this drama and fell asleep. Now he is coming again?

Liu Baobao saw his expression in his eyes and immediately smiled and said, "Brother Chuan doesn't like it?"

He Lingchuan said slowly: "It's warm."

In fact, this is a special event that Liu Baobao added. He is the one who spends money. Even the actors were appointed by him more than two months ago. The Zhaixiantai spent a lot of money to invite this whole opera troupe from the mainland to the Hei Shui City where birds do not lay eggs.

But the old man in the audience was sleepy. He added: "Next time, change the theater, don't call it 'Picking Xiantai'. Are immortals peaches? Can they pick them at will?"

Liu Baobao smiled and said, "This company was originally called 'Zaixingtai', but later the boss thought that the word "Xian" was better for business. That was what it lacked and what it was called."

He Lingchuan narrowed his eyes: "Oh, Hei Shui City lacks immortals?"

"No, no, no, it's enough for Lord He in Heishui City!" Liu Baobao said quickly, "What kind of immortals are you? Legendary misty things can only be written in a storybook. Who can lack it?"

He quickly switched the topic: "Then change to Lord He's "Dingdao Mountain"?"

"Okay." His father's name was brought out, can He Lingchuan say no?

He leaned back and lay back on the soft couch and half-squinted his eyes. The middle-aged man waved his companions around him before whispering to him: "What are the nightmares again?"

"Swish." He sneered and denied, "No!"

"How is that possible!" He Lingchuan emphasized his tone, not to be argued, "Uncle Hao, let's watch the show."

This sentence is a bit more, but it is in line with his personality. The middle-aged man, Uncle Hao, didn't argue, and stood by him.

The famous actor was very skilled, and everyone in the audience applauded. He Lingchuan looked at it for a while, his eyes moved to the sloping smoke on the incense burner, and he became ecstatic again.

In fact, he is not He Lingchuan.

The real He Lingchuan is probably gone.

He is just an unknown man from another world, an inexplicable substitute.

His daily life is to do an ordinary job and receive an ordinary salary in an ordinary unit. As a young man with strong energy and blood, he often feels difficult to calm down, but no matter how passionate he is behind his back and criticizes others, he must be calm and peaceful as soon as he arrives in front of others.

The beating of society can always turn people into the screws it wants.

As the economy is in the downturn, the unit has been delaying wages for three months, but he can't be proud of himself, "The labor and capital are no longer working, you guys go to the end," and then patted his butt and left.

How did you get here?

He couldn't say it. He just remembered that he was wandering around the restaurant for two or three times that day, and finally went kindly to take care of the stall business on the street corner. After all, in the middle of winter, business that was windy and frozen was not easy to do.

"Boss, let's set a pancake, add more onions, and add more sauce...Egg meat is not added...Yes, not added."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a car crashing into a little girl on the side of the road. The driver panicked and the car was faster.

The tragedy was right in front of him, and without thinking, he actually did the bravest thing in his life:

He rushed up and picked up the girl...

Think he was hit by a car? No, there was no.

He was not hurt at all, and returned the child to the couple who rushed up. He also scolded the child for a few words, asking her to "remember to see more of the way" in the future, and then turned around.

Without taking two steps, a flower pot fell from the sky and hit his head accurately.

So he was sent over.

When I opened my eyes again, I lay on the bed in pain. The room was quaint, and people around me showed surprise. There was also a middle-aged handsome man with tears in his eyes and an excited tone: "Lingchuan, you have finally woken up!"

He touched his head and found that he had become He Lingchuan, the eldest son of He Chunhua, the prefect of Qiansong County, Jinzhou, Yuanguo.

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