evening!

The East China Sea in June!

The afterglow of the sunset fell, dyeing most of the sky red. The hot day temporarily receded, replaced by the refreshing breeze!

A free park near Donghai University is in a remote place. At this time, seven or eight gangsters were surrounding a young man, constantly kicking and beating, cursing and swearing.

The young man on the ground is about twenty-two or three years old, 1.7 meters tall, and is thin. He is holding his head and curling his body. His white short sleeves are covered with messy footprints.

This young man is named Ning Chuan. He is 22 years old this year, a junior student at Donghai University.

For Ningchuan, today is not a good day, but rather a disaster day.

"Boy, I heard that you fight very hard, and you are known as Saburo. Why? You don't plan to fight to the death today? It's also easy for me to see what Saburo is? I've never seen this young man so old!"

Under a tree not far away, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood under a tree where two people hugged each other. He was majestic and handsome, and said sarcastically.

This person is called Hong Tian.

The rich second-generation young man in Ningchuan class.

Hong Tian raised his lips and signaled them to stop, and came to Ningchuan, squatted down, patted Ningchuan's face with a gloomy face, and said, "It seems that you are not a desperate man. It's really disappointing. Do you know where you are wrong? You shouldn't be close to Liu Qing at the very least. You are the poor toad, and you are worthy of talking to the goddess. Today I will give you a long memory. Whoever touches me or not is unlucky? Blow me hard!"

"Mr. Hong, don't worry, this kind of person will not have a memory without fighting. Even if he is really a desperate person, he will be a sick cat in front of us!"

"Boy, I'll see clearly next time I open my eyes wide. It's not good to offend anyone, but I'll offend our Young Master Hong. Young Master Hong can kill a poor boy like you by touching his little finger!"

This is not the first time that seven or eight gangsters have done this, and they have done a good job, and screams sounded again on the grass.

Ning Chuan held his head, his eyes full of anger. He thought that he had just said a few words to the squad leader. Hong Tian, ​​a rich second-generation, was narrow-minded and found a gangster from society to deal with him.

A group of social gangsters kicked for five or six minutes before stopping.

Ning Chuan could no longer move, and his whole body was in pain. As long as his body moved, it would be very painful.

"Remember, Liu Qing and you are not from the same world as you. If you let me see you appear beside her, I will break your legs and let you sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Don't doubt that I have this ability!" Hong Tianswen pushed his glasses and looked down at Ning Chuan, who looked like a dead dog, with a feeling of satisfaction on his face, and then he left.

As soon as Hong Tian left, the little gangster in society also turned around and left Ningchuan on the ground.

"Isn't it just a few stinky money, and what's the point of being proud of?"

Ning Chuan looked up and cursed, touching the wound, grinning in pain, gasping for breath, and his eyes were filled with a hint of helplessness and self-deprecation.

Yes, isn’t it just a few stinky money?

It is said that Ning Chuan knew that he would never be able to compete with Hong Tian, ​​a rich second generation, for the rest of his life because he was rich, and he was just an orphan, and he didn't even know who his biological parents were.

I was beaten after saying a few words to the squad leader Liu Qing during the day. Ning Chuan was very frustrated. It was okay for him to talk to Liu Qing on his own initiative, but in fact, it was Liu Qing who came to me. He was really shot while lying down.

"I and Liu Qing do belong to people in two worlds. They are indeed not something I can peek at. I deserve it when beaten. Liu Qing is a swan, and I am a toad!" Ning Chuan closed his eyes weakly, and a person appeared in his mind.

Half an hour later.

Ning Chuan slowly got up from the ground, and his muscles moved slightly, shaking his muscles. The pain spread throughout his body, and the person was shaking and almost fell to the ground.

Ning Chuan was so painful that his head was covered in heavy sweat.

"It seems that I'm going to buy medicinal wine again!" Ning Chuan didn't remember how many times this was. From childhood to adulthood, in order not to be bullied, he had to be more cruel than others, so he was called "Sansaibo".

However, this time, facing Hong Tian, ​​the rich second-generation, Ning Chuan chose to endure the situation. There were seven or eight gangsters, not students like the school, and they could beat them down in just a few seconds.

Just after muttering, a deafening sound of "boom" suddenly came from the clear sky in the evening.

Thundering?

Ning Chuan subconsciously looked up and said that it was not going to rain. Why did the sky thunder in the clear sky? It was so strange!

Boom! Boom!!

With a click.

A flash of lightning as thick as an arm hit a small tree as thick as a bowl dozens of meters away. The tree broke from the waist on the spot, and a burnt smell filled the scene.

Ning Chuan widened his eyes, a buzzing sound came from his ears, and the sky was spinning, and then the second lightning bolt hit him, which happened to be his position.

"Don't~~beat me~~~~ I didn't do anything bad~~~"

Ning Chuan let out a scream and fell to the ground.

.........

That evening.

People living near the park heard the sound of thunder, and the sound was particularly loud, which scared many people to cover their ears.

If someone counts carefully, he will be surprised to find that there were nine thunders hit in total, all in the same area, with a difference of no more than one hundred meters, which is simply an incredible thing.

"I'm not dead? Hahaha!"

When the stars are shining.

Ning Chuan woke up and found that he was not dead. He jumped three feet high and laughed. Fortunately, this is a remote place in the park and no one would come.

"When I said something during the day, I was beaten and then struck by lightning. Why is my life so miserable!"

Ning Chuan survived the disaster and sighed secretly that he was not lucky. He encountered such a thing. He checked it up and down, and there was no obvious external trauma. He breathed a sigh of relief, but his short hair was all burned. Then he would be fine if the whole bald head was gone. This situation would be fine.

"This place is really evil, I'd better leave first." I was struck by lightning but burned my hair. It's already very good. I dared to stay there in Ningchuan because I was afraid that there would be another thunder. If I were struck by lightning, I would be stunned.

When Ning Chuan walked, it was dark and suddenly stepped on the air and fell to the sky. He finally got up and found that five or six large pits more than one meter appeared on the grass, and he happened to step on a large pit.

When Ning Chuan got up, his face suddenly changed, and he hugged his head and sat in a big pit.

"It hurts so much, what is this!"

Ning Chuan was frightened and kept slapping his head with his hands, but he still couldn't stop the piercing pain. For a moment, Ning Chuan wanted to open his head and see what was causing trouble.

This piercing pain lasted for not long, about one minute.

Ning Chuan let go of his hand, his eyes full of confusion.

Just now, three thousand years of memories were inexplicably added to his mind, from the memory of a great existence, and a large number of memories flocked to him, almost squeezing his head.

"Soul of the Dharma, Wallace!"

Ning Chuan repeated this name continuously, a name that was both unfamiliar and familiar. The one who was unfamiliar was the first time he heard this name, and the one who was familiar was that he seemed to be Wallace.

"There is actually an old monster of the Dharma God in my mind. It has been three thousand years of memory since I was a child. What a joke? It's not scientific!"

Ning Chuan was indeed shocked by this sudden memory.

Memory of the Dharma God!

After being struck by lightning, there was a memory of the Dharma God in my mind for three thousand years. Even though Ning Chuan was stupid, he knew that the thunder in the evening was very problematic.

The three thousand years of memory of the Dharma God is not a joke.

Ning Chuan tried hard to calm himself down, but his heartbeat was beating violently, and realized in a daze that this might be an opportunity for him, a chance to turn over, so he tried to read the vast three thousand years of memories.
Chapter completed!