The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

The sales manager was stunned for a moment.

"have no idea.

Where is Gu Weimian?

…

Where is Gu Weimian?

At this moment, she herself was confused.

My eyes were closed and I couldn't open them, and it was pitch black again.

She returned to her previous state of being unable to move at all.

The terrible feeling of being immobilized all over.

Gu Weimian shook his body.

The feeling that the soul is imprisoned.

She took a deep breath, but there was no feeling in her lungs.

There is no sense of fullness from being filled with air, nor is there the sense of suffocation from lack of oxygen.

What exactly is going on?

Gu Weimian was a little panicked.

Sitting up suddenly from where he was.

Then there was a blinding white light in front of him.

Before she could see her surroundings clearly, she felt a tingling sensation in her body.

She frowned,

"pain!"

This word made her relax and her heart skip a beat.

This voice... doesn't sound like hers.

Gu Weimian looked at his body subconsciously.

The first thing I saw was the pair of white straight legs exposed under the bright yellow skirt. The toes were painted bright red, and a conspicuous red rose was tattooed on the ankles.

The moment she saw the red rose, Gu Weimian frowned subconsciously.

In her previous life, because of her gorgeous appearance, many people compared her to red roses.

In fact, the flower she hates the most is red roses.

Before Gu Weimian could understand what situation she was in, she was pulled up by a pair of rough hands.

The action was very savage.

Gu Weimian stumbled and almost fell down.

She looked up, and what she saw was a turbulent landscape of white flowers.

Looking further up, there is a bloody mouth.

"Hurry up, hurry up, what a rare opportunity. I heard that Huo Yanke attaches great importance to this time. If you miss this opportunity, I don't know how long it will take you to show your face in front of Huo Yan."

Gu Weimian was dragged forward by the middle-aged woman.

On a small hill in the distance, there were many people standing crowded together.

The heads are next to each other, but it is very quiet. These people only wear black and white, and they can't even find a third color in their hair.

It looked like a collective mime.

A tall man stood in the middle.

A familiar feeling welled up in Gu Weimian's heart. Before she could understand it, she was stuffed into a car and her sight was blocked.

But she was in no mood to care more about it.

His eyes fell on the rearview mirror.

It's her in the mirror, but it's not her.

This is a childish face of only sixteen or seventeen years old. Compared with her original face, it is rounder, with single eyelids, a raised nose, and a natural cuteness and cuteness.

However... at this moment, this innocent face is very... dignified.

She blinked,

"Where is this?"

The voice was a bit weak.

Could it be that she was reborn again? Reborn into another person this time?

The woman beside her had an incredibly loud voice.

"Gu Weimian's funeral! What's wrong with you? How many times have I told you, but you just don't pay attention, and you came here wearing a dress like this!"

As she spoke, she tugged on the skirt on Gu Weimian.

The bright yellow is particularly dazzling in the entire black and white world.

Gu Weimian took a deep breath,

"My...Gu Weimian's funeral?"

The middle-aged woman pulled the hem of her skirt, and the skirt made a harsh cracking sound in the quiet space.