Episode 1 Who Am I in a Different World Chapter 10 Burning Decision

The gently rocking rattan chair made a "squeaky, creak" friction sound. When the young man's words sounded, it was silent for a moment, and the old man on the rattan chair slowly opened his gently closed eyes. The old man turned his eyes to Zimo and didn't say anything. He just smiled and shook his head.

"Big brother, you finally woke up! Xiaoying can finally not play with the little ants~" Xiaoying, who was playing with the moving ants, got up and saw Qi Mo, waving his little hands and cheering happily.

Zimo lowered his head slightly and looked at the jubilant little shadow, pulling a trace of curvature at the corners of his mouth. Once upon a time, he... There are also such young years.

Chen Lin in his previous life was an orphan. He has not felt the care given by his parents and the warmth of his family since he was a child. He was a little lonely, which made him fall in love with the road of hackers. Later, he stepped into the hard-working career of the underworld. In five years, he was reborn, passionate blood, and spitting blood impulse. He lost his emotions. When he was young, the life he longed for was completely opposite to reality. Life stained his eyes with vicissitudes.

Zimo, who was robbed of his body, lived in the hidden mountains before the age of 16. At the tomb peak, the little Zimo has been practicing since he was a child. His mother has passed away on his birthday. His father is busy with the affairs of the sect. In addition to strictly discipline Qi Mo's practice, he rarely gives the family affection that Qi Mo longs for. I have to say, 16 Before the age, Qimo was a cultivation puppet and did not integrate into real life at all. In addition to being taken by Qi Tianhan to participate in some necessary sect activities, there was a small cave in the tomb peak, which was the place where Qimo had been waiting for all year round.

Qimo's mind was pulled back from his memory. There was no strangeness to the little shadow running over. His heart felt a little warm and hot. He couldn't help stretching out the palm that reflected the bronze skin and gently rubbed the head of his little shadow, but he did not find that the old man standing up from the rattan chair was shocked. Two traces of years wanted to prevent the young man from touching his grandson's hands in the air helplessly. Qi Mo did not notice it for a moment and still did not take his hand away. Xiaoying did not react when Qi Mo stretched out his hand, but when Qi Mo's hand fell on his head, his expression was stunned in an instant, and his little face was very confused, because Grandpa It seems to have said...

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"Xiaoying, remember, you can't let others touch your hair before you reach the innate state, you know?"

"Why? Grandpa

"Because Xiaoying is a descendant of the ghost family."

"Then why can grandpa?"

"Because Grandpa is also a ghost clan."

"Oh..."

...

"Huh? Brother, you..." Xiaoying's little face full of doubts muttered, but turned his head puzzledly and looked at the strange grandfather behind him.

Qimo was also confused by this old and young. Because he sighed about his youth, he couldn't help touching the little boy's hair. This... Well, looking at the confused faces of these two, Chen Lin was also stunned. He touched Xiaoying's hand and still put it on the head of Xiaoying who had turned around. No, it was not taken back.

"Old man???" In the silent atmosphere, Zimo's patience was obviously not qualified to continue, and he said to the old man with an inquiring tone.

"Oh... Ha ha, young man, I take the liberty to ask, you... Touching the little shadow, do you feel anything??? The doubt in his heart made the old man ask Qi Mo.

"Feeling?" Qi Mo withdrew his hand puzzledly and looked blankly.

"No!"

"Don't feel anything?" Obviously, Zimo's answer did not solve the old man's confusion and still asked unrevetedly.

"Well..." Looking at the old man's look of holding the broken casserole and asking to the end, Zimo was a little speechless and sighed in his heart, "This world.

The old man stared at Qi Mo tightly, and Xiaoying's eyes swept back and forth on the two people, and the expression on his little face was very puzzled.

Zimo was a little nervous when he was stared at by the old man. Although he was curious about why the old man reacted so much after touching the little boy's head, it was obvious that it was not suitable to ask questions at this time. After thinking for a moment, Zimo said, "Yes..."

Hearing the words, the old man's expression was slightly relaxed. That's right. How could he not respond? He was not my Yan's family. He was calm. The old man asked, "Is it a drowsy feeling?"

"No..." Zimo was speechless.

"That?"

"Well, I haven't washed it for days. It's a little greasy, um... Feeling fainting? Why?" Zimo blurted out his feelings and asked a question by the way.

Old man: "..."

The little shadow is a big kid. Hearing Qi Mo's comments on his hair, a white and tender little face climbed up with a touch of shame. He suddenly turned red and didn't think too much about it. He just raised his eyes and secretly looked at his big brother who was speaking ill of his grandfather.

Zimo's answer made the old man swallow a series of words that he was about to spit out. An old face returned to the initial light wind, and he did not want to provide an answer to Qimo. He slowly walked to a stone table on the left side of the bamboo building. There were four stone stools around the stone table. The old man sat on one of them and then took it. He picked up the small teapot on the stone table and said without raising his head, "Young man, come and sit down."

Zimo raised his eyebrows, but without hesitation, he stepped up to a stone bench opposite the old man, but did not sit down immediately.

"Thank you for saving me!" Zimo thanked him again.

The grace of saving life is like reconstruction. The old man will be rescued by the dying "Qimo", which is to save his life. Although he can recover, he thinks that his time in a coma will not be short. Lying in the mountains and forests will inevitably cause accidents. Chen Lin in his previous life can gain a foothold in the underworld. The clear reputation of resentment is also one of the factors that help him succeed, so Zimo's worship of the old man is also reasonable.

The old man's eyebrows flashed with a trace of appreciation. The young man did not wake up too impetuous, but could see the form clearly, but he was also a good heart.

"It doesn't matter. People who practice save other people's lives don't need to be so polite." The old man waved his hand slightly and shook his head and said, "Young man, it's so strange."

"Oh? What did the old man say? Zimo was slightly puzzled.

The old man was about to open his mouth when he was interrupted by the unhappy little shadow left aside. Finally, the big brother who had been unconscious for a month woke up. His boring days were over. How could he be robbed by his grandfather?

"Brother, brother... Play with Xiaoying~" Xiaoying immediately ran to Qi Mo, who was standing by the stone table, shook his arm and said coquettishly, and looked pitifully at his grandfather who was having tea from time to time.

The old man smiled at Qi Mo and said helplessly, "Young man, please play with my grandson for a while."

Qi Mo looked at Xiaoying's innocent appearance and was in a trance. He nodded to the old man and smiled gently, "What does Xiaoying want to play? Brother will play with you.

"Good!"

Hearing Zimo's satisfactory reply, Xiaoying cheered and pulled Zimo to run to his little world...

In the bamboo forest, the laughter of a little boy and a young man kept ringing.