Beast Blood Panlong

If Luo Cheng opened his eyes at this moment, he would definitely find that a huge crack suddenly opened where he fell. A rotating black hole in the crack swallowed him up in the blink of an eye. After a while, the black hole took Luo Cheng with him.

Disappeared, as if they had never existed.

However, the earthquake was real and not his hallucination. Because this day happened to be May 12, 2008.

(Once again, I mourn for the victims of the Sichuan earthquake. I hope that every victim will be as lucky as a pig’s foot, be reborn as a human being, and become a person above all others; of course. Such good luck is also given to friends who are not as happy in real life. I hope

We can also have this opportunity to control our own destiny.) In the dream, the shambling Sambo was in a fog. Not far away, a strong young man and a strange bird with blood red body were biting each other.

His head was bruised and he was covered in blood. It seemed that the strange bird had the upper hand. The boy gradually became exhausted, and Sanbao walked over in a daze.

"You evil beast, if you dare to harm human beings, I will beat you to death, beat you to death..."

There was a pop.

Sanbao spent a lot of effort to lift his arm, and then hit the strange bird hard on the head...

Two people and one bird mixed together...

Well……

"It hurts so much. It feels like my whole body is falling apart. There shouldn't be any pain if you die. Are you not dead yet?"

The first thing Sanbao felt after waking up was pain, a heart-piercing pain all over his body, from the inside to the outside. The next thing he thought about was that he seemed not to be dead. With his years of experience in studying medicine, he had fallen from such a high cliff.

If you jump down, there is absolutely no way to survive.

"Master Cheng, are you finally awake? God bless me, I thought...!" Under the bright moonlight, a faint voice suddenly came from the grass not far away.

Although I don't know what language he is speaking, what is surprising is that Sanbao can completely understand it.

Sanbao turned around and saw that an old man with white hair was lying in the grass a few meters away from him.

The old man was dressed in black and looked like an assassin in a martial arts drama. But his wrinkled old face showed that he was probably an octogenarian. And judging from the gray look on his face, the situation at this time

, I'm afraid it's not much better than myself.

"What kind of place is this? I remember that the place where I jumped off the cliff was a reef. Why did it turn into green grass? It's obviously not the bottom of Luojia Mountain! Where have I arrived?" Sanbao tried his best to recall what he could think of.

things.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't think about it. When he thinks about things, Sanbao feels like the world is spinning, as if there are countless steel needles piercing his mind. As a last resort, Sanbao has to stop thinking.

"It's better to help the old man up first. He should know what happened~" Regardless of the pain all over his body, Sanbao struggled to get up and slowly walked towards the old man.

Is this day or night? It's not so dark during the day, and it's not so bright at night. When Sanbao looked up, he found that the moon in the sky was big and round.

This, what is this place?

Why is the moon so big? Is this the legendary underworld?

"Ah, what is this?"

As soon as Sanbao got up, he found a huge strange bird corpse next to him. It looked like an eagle, but it was much larger than an ordinary eagle. It was also covered in red hair, but it was all messy at the moment.

Not only that, the grass around the strange bird was also blood red, and the whole place was in a mess, with chicken feathers all over the ground. The startled Sanbao let out a strange cry.

But as soon as he spoke, Sanbao startled himself again.

"Why does my voice sound like this?"

Sanbao found that his voice had become extremely childish, like that of an eighty-nine-year-old boy, and although he could understand the language he spoke, it had nothing to do with the Chinese he spoke before.

"I said you are young master. Don't be surprised. I am seriously injured now. We can't stay here for long. We have to find a safer place..." the old man said sadly.

"Master Cheng?" This title almost drove Sanbao crazy. It seemed that no one had ever called him that, and it seemed that others had always called him that. Sanbao's head was in a mess.

"Old man, who are you? I don't know you, right?" Without thinking, Sanbao came to the old man, slowly helped the old man sit up, and asked aloud.

"Cough, cough, what? You don't recognize me, Master Cheng, I am Thirteen, my God! How could this happen? Could it be that when I melted the blood for you, my soul was damaged? I lost my memory, hey, but

You're lucky, you managed to survive..."

The old man coughed twice slowly and sighed.

"Old man, I'm afraid you are mistaken. I am just lovelorn, unemployed, or even heartbroken, but I don't have amnesia~" Sanbao himself was also feeling sore all over, so he sat down next to the old man and shook his head.

Although the world is hot and cold, Sanbao still has a sympathy for such an old man who is in his dying years, and it is such a night in the wilderness. Maybe he has a feeling of sympathy.

"Hey, okay, I won't say anything anymore. Now is not the time to talk. I'll adjust my breathing. You think about it first. Where will we go to hide later..."

The old man pointed to a mountain peak a few miles away and said breathlessly.

"Old man, what kind of strange bird do you think this bird is that looks like an eagle but not an eagle? Why is it so huge? And I remember seeing him there. It's really weird."

This was obviously the strange bird that San Bao met in his sleep, but San Bao couldn't remember it.

"Hey, I see that you have really lost your memory. You don't even recognize the red flame eagle that melted your blood~" The old man smiled bitterly, but he was so sad that he stopped talking, looking like he had lost all hope.

Of course, this is only Sanbao's understanding. In fact, the old man is practicing Qigong with his eyes closed.

"Okay, okay, old man, don't be sad. I'll think about it again and see if I can remember anything!"

Seeing the old man's despair, Sanbao suddenly felt something new out of thin air.

Sanbao had a feeling that the old man had not lied to him, but that he really couldn't remember anything. Could it be that he had really lost his memory?

Think about it…

Think again……

"Yes, I am indeed Young Master Cheng. I live in a particularly remote small courtyard in Lanjing City. I have only one bodyguard and servant named Thirteen, who seems to be this old man..." Suddenly, a long paragraph

Complete memory fragments appeared in Sanbao's mind.

"Ah, it hurts~" Sanbao was about to recall something more, but his head started to hurt again, so Sanbao had to stop.

"Reincarnation?"

An idea suddenly popped into Sanbao's mind.

When I lowered my head and looked down, I realized: "This is actually true~" Because the "self" now is not the former self at all. This body is clearly that of an eight or nine-year-old kid.

No wonder, no wonder...

In just a moment, Sanbao understood a lot of things.

"Are you really reborn as a human being? Isn't this a dream?" He shook the tip of his tongue secretly, and the clear pain let Sanbao know that he was indeed not dreaming.

"Woo..."

Following the faint sound of howling wolves coming from the other side of the valley, Sanbao felt like his bones were standing tall. Oh my god, what kind of shabby place is this? A pack of wolves were coming.

"Well, that Thirteen, I remembered who I am. Don't be sad. It's just that there seems to be a pack of wolves in the distance. What should we do?" At the thought of having a brand new life, San Bao felt faintly excited in his heart.

stand up.

Ants are still alive, let alone humans. Before, there was really nothing that could be done about the Three Treasures jumping off the cliff. Now they are reborn. How can this make the Three Treasures unhappy?

"It doesn't matter, those beasts are just testing and won't come over so quickly. This is the territory of the Red Flame Eagle. They don't dare to come over casually. In another quarter of an hour, I will take you out of here!" Thirteen remained unmoved.

He said calmly.

"That's good, that's good~" Sambo has an instinctive trust in this most familiar stranger - Thirteen.

The red flame eagle should be the dead bird I'm talking about, but looking at his size, he was definitely a master who chopped down tigers and stepped on lions during his lifetime. Could it be that Thirteen, a dying old man, killed him? Oh my God, this

What kind of world is it.

"Okay, let's go," Sanbao was thinking wildly when he was suddenly hugged by a withered eagle's claws, and with a whoosh, he quickly headed towards the mountain peak ahead.

"Thirteen, I didn't expect that you are as strong as an ox at such an old age, and you can even run like a cunning rabbit?" Sanbao exclaimed.

Thirteen looks like an old man in his seventies or eighties. When he moves, he is extremely agile, a bit weirder than a clever monkey or a cunning rabbit.

"Master Cheng, are you mocking me, or have you really lost your memory?" Thirteen smiled bitterly.

"I only remember Lanjing Courtyard and you, I can't remember anything else~" Sanbao answered honestly.

"Hey, at least you remember me, old slave. It's not in vain that I fought hard to bring you here~" Thirteen was a little disappointed, but also a little relieved.

Soon, the two came to the foot of the mountain. Sanbao looked up and saw a dark mountain several thousand meters high. Various shrubs of different heights were spread all over the mountain. A huge black shadow stood there.

Between heaven and earth, coupled with the howling wind and howling wolves, this made Sanbao feel tremendous pressure.

I just feel that I am so insignificant in this world...