Deep beneath the main peak of Tianji Mountain Holy Land, there is a huge underground space, and the entire space dome is embedded with an extremely complex blue-black roulette wheel.

I don't know how many circles the roulette wheel is made up of nested inside each other. These circles are of different widths and are slowly rotating, but the directions are messy. The only thing that is the same is that there are runes flashing, flickering on and off.

The ten feet in the middle is a pool composed of countless different changing pictures. The surface of the pool is calm. Only the pictures flicker but there is no sound. In the picture, everything in the world can be vaguely seen, including mountains, rivers, ponds, cities, people, and things.

What is shown below is a huge Nine Palaces Bagua array crowded on the ground. The array is also flickering and disappearing silently. At every node on the array, there are monks in black star robes sitting cross-legged, with various appearances.

The differences are all within the practice of closing one's eyes.

Suddenly the ten-foot-high pool in the sky swayed and became turbid. All the images disappeared. After a while, they returned to normal. Directly below, an old man with a white beard reaching his knees and a withered face looked back and sighed softly: "The heavens are in chaos and the way forward is unclear. I

I’m afraid I won’t be so free anymore.”

Next, an old man with a purple beard and yellow eyebrows with an unclear face continued: "The fish in the pond always struggle pointlessly to disrupt the secrets of heaven?" A burst of laughter echoed throughout the space, and then calmed down and became silent again.

I am dead?

I still drowned, but I came back to life!

The name is the same, my name is Duan De.

The difference is that I am only three years old in this world, but my son is also three years old in that world! Also, the name that has been teased for more than thirty years over there has actually been continued in this world.

Don't ask me how I got here! I just want to know how I didn't exist over there! How could I accept such a fucked up thing?

Haha, death has always been something that every human being is afraid of and curious about. There are thousands of life experiences, but no one has this experience, right? Am I unique?

That taste is so sour and refreshing. What is fear and despair? You will know it when you die, but I can't laugh. Since I have survived, it means I am destined to 'enjoy' it again. I don't know what death will be like in this life.

Way to die?

"Oh~~~I don't know, how is my son? Oh~~! Bastard! Kicked my ass again!" Duan De's small body was gently placed on the buttocks and he ran forward two steps.

, actually didn’t fall.

"You bastard! Why don't you give it back to your son by making your fart bigger? The penis is still in the flesh and hasn't grown yet! Where did you get all these nonsense! Who did you learn it from? Did that old drunkard from the village teach you!"

Duan De was in a trance~ Not to mention getting kicked in the butt, the rough man behind him, with a body full of flesh and a voice as loud as thunder, roared from head to toe!

The little guy didn't show any weakness, and shouted at the man with a milky voice: "Your second uncle's butcher Duan! It scared the shit out of you! You know nothing!"

"Uh-huh! That's good! I just learned how to hum and now I dare to challenge your father! Today, not only do I have to beat the shit out of your breasts, but I also have to beat the shit out of you!" said the extremely angry rough man as he picked up the little guy.

Pretending to fight.

"You want to hit me? Go back and burn incense and tell my mother! Let her come back to you tonight~~~"

When the man heard this, he stopped fighting. He silently held his son in his arms and sat on the doorstep, lost in thought. Little Duan De also fell silent. The woman who had passed away was the mother of this body.

, took him out to wash clothes by the river. This kid was so restless that he actually climbed into the river. He was fished out, but that guy was...

He had no memory of this body before he moved in, and even if he had it, he wouldn't understand it. Naturally, he has never seen his mother in this life, so he doesn't have deep feelings about it, but he understands what the man is thinking. He is older than this man there.

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At this moment, the two men were in a daze, each having their own thoughts. They had often done this in the past three months. Butcher Duan's family was relatively well-off in the village. Although he was not a kind person, his reputation was not bad. In the nearby town,

There is a meat stall, and I leave early and return at noon every day.

There are about thirty households in the village, built against the mountain. There is a small river at the foot of the mountain, which runs through the village. Since I woke up after falling into the water, it seems that my spiritual intelligence has suddenly opened. Not only can I speak neatly, but I can walk even more steadily.

, the people in the village were amazed for a while, but after all, he was still young, so Duan Butcher had no choice but to go out every day and ask the village elders to take care of Duan De. Well, he was an old drunkard from a shabby wine shop at the head of the village, ha! He was also the village chief.

The old guy lay in the wine jar all day long, chattering away, and Duan Tuzi was not afraid that he would make his son drink wine.

Duan De was always on tenterhooks every day when he first came here. He also loved wine over there, but here? Such a little brat was actually drunk by the old guy on the first day! He insisted on dragging the old man to go to the city.

Visit the brothel and enjoy the entire tavern~~~

Later, I heard that the butcher came back and was going to kill the old drunkard with a knife on the spot. Anyway, little Duan De didn't know what he was doing. He vaguely remembered that the old drunkard touched and dug around on him for a while, and his body felt warm.

He was so drunk that he died.

When he woke up later, Duan De was worried that his small body would not be able to bear it, but nothing happened. After being puzzled for a while, he forgot about this. A three-year-old child has the bad habits of a thirty-year-old, and a thirty-year-old

How can it be normal if your IQ controls the body of a three-year-old?

Duan Tuzi was in a daze for a while. After cooking the meal, the two men ate two pig trotters, drank some wine, and then fell asleep.

Hey, this man is also big-hearted. It’s okay for his son to get dizzy every day while holding a wine can, so he doesn’t care about it anymore. He just needs a companion to drink. The younger one is smaller and his alcohol capacity is average. He can make ends meet. As for Duan

De? When he drinks, his brain controls his body. He couldn't hold it back!

When he woke up the next day, Duan De packed himself up and wandered to the entrance of the village. As for his father, who got up early and knew his son was capable, he left him alone to do his work.

Duan De has small arms and legs. The people in the mountain village are honest and have no evil intentions. It is not surprising to meet this little guy on the road. Little Duan De has a sweet mouth and can recognize anyone he sees. He calls out "Huan" and makes people laugh along the way.

A kiss on the lips and a hug.

I came to the tavern in disgrace, feeling resentful in my heart: "What kind of people are they! They made me drool all over my face! It's okay to kiss the little girl. A few bearded men on the road almost didn't touch my little face.

Poke off a layer! Bah! Unlucky today!"

Then I changed my mind and thought: "Hey~~~ Aunt Cui'er is really nice to hold, her body is soft and fragrant, so I don't want to come down. Alas, it's such a pity that I have such a small body. I can't help but sigh when I look up at the peak!"

The old man staggered out of the back room, picked up little Duande and kneaded it on his face. The child's face was pink and tender, and felt indescribably comfortable to the touch.

"Go away! You're such a disrespectful old man! You're going to kill me!" Duan De pushed and squirmed away.

The old drunkard put him down, squatted down and brought his orange-skinned face close to him and said, "You little bastard has a dirty face again. Who did you take advantage of on the road? Tell me quickly!"

The strong smell of aged rough wine made Duan De roll his eyes, he stretched out his two lotus root short arms, and tried his best to push this old guy away.

"Little guy, what's going on? We are the same as each other. You are not a good guy. I don't know who kept asking me to go to the brothel?"

Duan De looked disdainful: "Aren't you the one who taught me well?"

The old guy suddenly asked seriously: "Aren't you the original Duan family boy?!"

His dim old eyes seemed to suddenly flash with light, staring straight at Duan De. Duan De was shocked. Did I talk about things from that world when I was drunk? Probably, no?

"Old guy! Get out of here, where is the Book of Heaven?" He said, avoiding his eyes and going to the kitchen to look for something to eat. His heart was beating wildly, and it was heading straight for his throat.

The butcher came over for a while at noon. When he saw that his son had nothing to do, he turned around and left. He had his own things to do. Duan De didn't have the clingy mentality of a three-year-old kid. He had long been accustomed to it and would go back by himself before dinner.

In the afternoon, there were more and more people drinking in the tavern. The old drunkard hired a waiter and basically did nothing but cooking. What about Duan De? Don't expect him to do anything at such a young age. He would sit in a corner most of the time in a daze.

When there are guests, I just listen to them talking about the outside world. He has some understanding of this strange world. He cannot and will not play with his so-called peers. Think about a middle-aged uncle walking unsteadily with a group of people.

It's not easy to talk about it. The little guy with a runny nose went out to hang out. Every time someone asked him to play with someone, he felt a chill in his heart.

"Dear readers, I am too lazy to revise this. I have revised two chapters. I originally wanted to separate them a bit, but I even wanted to overhaul the article! The later ones are not so crowded, and the writing should have improved. In the beginning, it was always
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