Sword Saints Should Go Tank

Cold, endless coldness filled Huang Chen's mind.

That kind of coldness did not come from the outside, but emanated from the body, as if a piece of ice filled Huang Xing's body, and continuously emitted a cold air.

In addition to the cold, there was also a lot of resentment, and screams filled Huang Xing's mind.

It was a maddening roar, and amidst that roar, Huang Xing only felt a splitting headache, and had the urge to hit his head against the wall.

Unfortunately, although the headache was about to split, the cold air in his body made Huang Xing unable to move at all.

He could only lie on the bed, let the coldness corrode his body, and let the maddening voice of resentment echo in his mind.

"Damn it, what the hell happened, if this continues, play!"

As a good young man in the 21st century, Huang Xing was a little dazed at this moment, he didn't know why such a situation suddenly appeared to him.

"Could it be a disease, but there is no such disease!"

Doubt filled Huang Chen's body and mind.

However, although he doesn't know the current situation, Huang Xing also understands that if he is allowed to continue like this, he will definitely die.

It's a pity that although he had a hunch, the cold air lingering in his body and the constant screams made Huang Xing unable to do anything even if he wanted to.

Even, he immediately couldn't even think.

Just when Huang Xing felt that he was going to die like this, he inexplicably felt that someone came to his bedside and made a strange sound.

The voice was in a simple and weird language, but Huang Xing somehow understood the meaning.

"Wu, Ah Chen...the situation...is over!"

"It's not very good, I'll give... medicine later, if you can... survive, you can only watch him..."

"The ancestors bless him!"

"Wu, there are more and more... around the village. If this continues, we won't last much longer."

"well!"

He didn't talk much, but he was full of melancholy. However, now Huang Xing is not in the mood to pay attention to them. The situation in his body made Huang Xing exhausted.

And not long after the two talked, a withered finger pried open Huang Xing's mouth, and poured a bowl of hot soup with a strange smell.

The hot soup didn't smell bad, it just had a strange feeling.

But when the thick soup entered his stomach, a warm feeling filled Huang Chen's body and mind.

Under the stimulation of the thick soup, Huang Xing's cold feeling finally felt a little better.

And as his body got better, the screams in Huang Xing's mind became somewhat blurred.

Just like that, the heat from the thick soup kept lingering in Huang Xing's body, driving away the coldness in his body.

As the coldness dissipated, the screams in Huang Xing's mind became weaker and weaker.

Finally, before the heat from the thick soup dissipated, the cold air in Huang Xing's body was dissipated.

And as the cold air dissipated, the murmur in his mind also disappeared.

When everything calmed down, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly appeared in Huang Xing's mind.

However, at this time, Huang Xing no longer had the heart to pay attention.

The struggle between the hot air and the cold air, as well as the screams that kept echoing in his mind, consumed too much of his energy.

After those annoying things dissipated, Huang Xing fell asleep directly because of his exhaustion.

However, this night, Huang Xing was destined to sleep restlessly. From the outside world, it could be clearly seen that Huang Xing was waving his arms and struggling, as if he was having a nightmare.

Huang Xing was indeed having a dream, but whether it was a nightmare or not is another matter.

In that dream, Huang Chen transformed from a good young man in the 21st century into a barbarian boy living in a wild tribe—Chen.

In the dream, Huang Xing experienced Chen Chen's short life of fifteen years, and what he encountered in the end—horror!

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That night, Huang Xing slept the whole night, and when the sky was bright the next day and the sun had come to the middle of the sky, Huang Xing finally woke up.

However, after waking up, Huang Xing sat on the bed for a long time before he came back to his senses.

"From that memory, I have traveled through time, from the Celestial Dynasty to the wild tribe, but this world is a bit unusual."

To be honest, traveling to the wild tribe did not make Huang Xing uncomfortable.

Not to mention that this world has unique powers, even without them, Huang Xing is confident that with the knowledge of the original world, he can live well in this world.

It's a pity that Huang Chen, who accepted the memory of the barbarian Chen, tragically discovered that this world is not simple.

Huang Xing didn't forget that the barbarian boy's last memory was when he was patrolling around the village, someone called his name, and when he looked back in doubt, he fell down instantly.

Afterwards, it was everything that Huang Xing felt when he traveled over.

And such a weird experience made Huang Xing feel horrible.

"Someone calls their name, and they turn around and fall. This kind of situation is a bit incompatible with the wild world. Shouldn't the wild world be a rampage of wild beasts, a confrontation between man and nature? What's going on now, and how has it developed towards the world of spirits?"

"Besides, it's not just about my coma. The patriarch and Wu have recently ordered us not to go out at night. This world always feels a bit uneasy!"

Huang Xing, who traveled over here, was worried about the world he lived in, but soon, he stopped thinking about it. The hunger in his belly made him think about more realistic things.

"I'm so hungry. I'll talk about the situation in this world later. It's time to eat now."

Struggling to get up from the bed, Huang Xing relied on the fused memory from last night, and started to grope around in the room. After a while, he directly hugged a piece of marinated meat, and gnawed viciously.

Soon, half of the meat went into Huang Xing's stomach, and it wasn't until this moment that the hunger in his stomach eased a little.

However, looking at the last remaining half of the meat, Huang Xing showed a wry smile on his face.

"Unlucky, this barbarian boy, no, it should be that I am an orphan in this world, and this is the only food left in my family. Now, I need to consider the issue of food."

"Oh, a proper start to hell!"

The weird world, the status of an orphan, and the lack of food, all these made Huang Xing feel that the situation was difficult.

However, just when Huang Xing was distressed, a somewhat familiar cold mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[The host experience value is sufficient, whether to upgrade. 】

The voice was somewhat mechanical, without a trace of emotion, but Huang Xing was very familiar with this kind of voice, whether it was in the original world or in this world, he had heard it before.

"This voice is... the mentally handicapped mobile game I was making when I crossed over, why did it follow me!"

"No, I remember coming to this world and hearing this voice, when was it?"

Soon, Huang Xing remembered that when the bowl of hot soup cleared away the cold air in his body, this mechanical sound rang out.

However, at that time, Huang Xing passed out due to exhaustion, and didn't hear clearly. At this time, the voice sounded again, so he remembered it.

"This is the sound of the system. I remember that the system log can be viewed!"

As Huang Xing recalled, soon, a virtual screen appeared in his mind, and there were several familiar system logs on it.

Can you not let him be familiar? He made the system log by staying up all night.

[The system prompts that the host has killed a Baiyou-level evil spirit and gained 200 experience points. 】

[The system prompts that the host experience value is sufficient and can be upgraded, yes/no to upgrade. 】

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