Han Mutian was extremely depressed when he returned home, but he did not take his anger on anyone, and personally sent his son to the room to lie down, and stayed by his side until it was dark before leaving.

As soon as Han Mutian left the room, the boy lying on the bed opened his eyes, and tears couldn't stop flowing down the corners of his eyes.

In fact, he woke up from his coma very early, but he really had no face to face his father and continued to pretend to be unconscious.

The boy got up and sat on the edge of the bed, clenched his fists with both hands and slammed his head hard, and cried while smashing it, "It's useless, you're so useless!"

After being exhausted, he pulled out a necklace from his chest and put the pendant in his palm and looked at it with tears in his eyes.

The cold moonlight shone into the room through the window and shone on the silver necklace with dense patterns and unique shapes. The necklace suddenly emitted a faint luster, which looked quite mysterious.

"Mother, you must be very disappointed with me, right? I failed your expectations..."

He closed his palms hard, and four circles of raised metal suddenly pierced into his palms. Drops of blood flowed out from his fingers, dripping onto the floor and making a "dat" sound.

But the boy was unaware of it, lowered his head and closed his eyes and fell into indescribable pain of self-blame.

He did not notice that at this moment, the pendant tightly clasped in his right hand suddenly burst out with a light that was enough to illuminate the entire room.

The moment the light appeared, in the vast starry sky outside the room, a ball of flying stars seemed to be controlled by some force and changed direction, flying straight towards the room where the boy was.

In a blink of an eye, this white light, the size of a fist, penetrated the roof without any stagnation, and landed accurately on the boy's head!

"Hmph!" The young man who was hit by the light groaned and fell heavily from the edge of the bed to the ground. The blood-stained pendant broke away from his grasp and also lost the dazzling light just now.

The extremely strong pain made him roll around on the ground with his hands in his arms, and his throat kept making "clogs", and his whole body twitched and curled up.

After rolling back and forth on the ground for five or six minutes, the poor boy finally came to his coma again as he wished.

When Han Mutian returned to the room with food, the scene in front of him was shocked. He quickly put down the plate in his hand and went forward to help his son lying on the ground.

"Fei'er, Fei'er! Are you okay? Don't scare me!"

As Han Mutian called anxiously, the boy moaned and slowly opened his eyes. His originally pale face gradually regained his blood color, but his eyes looked at Han Mutian very strange, as if he was looking at an irrelevant stranger.

The anxious Han Mutian did not notice this. Seeing that his son woke up, he was relieved and hurriedly helped the boy sit back on the bed.

Han Mutian sighed and comforted, "Son, you don't have to be discouraged. Although the Chongmai failed this time, you are not the only way out to be a warrior. There are many other opportunities to make a name for yourself! You have a good rest and I will arrange everything."

"Well..." The boy lowered his head and responded vaguely.

Han Mutian didn't care and continued, "Okay, after dinner, go to bed early, I'll ask someone to clean up the plate tomorrow. Don't think about what happened today."

After patting his son's shoulder, Han Mutian got up and left the room. When he walked to the door, he stopped and turned around and said, "By the way, the temple also gave a mental formula that can repair your damaged meridians. He also said that he could rush the meridians by himself. If you must persist, you can try it after the injury is healed, but don't force it."

He also knew that these words were just words of comfort, so when he saw the boy's indifference and silent expression, he couldn't help but sigh again in his heart.

For a moment, Han Mutian seemed to have been several years old. He suppressed the sadness in his heart and quietly closed the door, preventing his son from discovering the sadness on his face.

As soon as the door was closed, the boy suddenly raised his head, and a terrifying sharp light appeared in his eyes!

If Han Mutian was still there, he would not believe that such a gaze would come from his son's eyes.

In fact, this young man is really not Han Mutian's son now. Of course, this body is, but the soul that occupies the body has changed one!

"God, are you playing with me?" Lin Dong looked up at the ceiling speechlessly and murmured: "One more time?"

That's right! The soul that occupies the young man's body is Lin Dong, who reversed his true energy and his enemies in an escape.

Lin Dong really didn't know why the same thing happened to him again. He only vaguely remembered the moment he self-destructed, and his heart was unprecedentedly peaceful and quiet, and his entire soul completely entered the realm of emptiness and clearness.

Then I felt my soul fluttering up the sky with the wind, flying across the mountains and over the plains, and flying on the boundless ocean and sea for no reason.

Until his soul was about to disappear, a powerful force pulled him down from the air, causing him to suddenly enter a sea of ​​consciousness, and had a fierce conflict with another soul occupying there.

It was entirely out of survival instinct, in this life-and-death battle, he used his last power to swallow and fuse the soul, and then woke up and found that he had become another person!

This is the second time he has been reborn in the body, but the previous time he traveled through time, but this time he seems to have traveled through space. It feels like he is still on the same planet, from that world of the world to the present continent, and the information obtained from the soul fused has somewhat confirmed this.

This is Xishui City, the border of the Minglan Kingdom of the Nine Heavens Continent. The identity of this body is the thirteen-year-old eldest son of a young nobleman from a famous family, named Han Fei!

"I'm so sorry!" Lin Dong said silently in his heart.

He did not deliberately take away everything from others. This body is different from the young beggar who was about to starve to death in his previous life. He has his own complete soul and many relatives.

But it's too late to say anything now. Han Fei's real soul no longer exists and there is no possibility of recovery.

After fusing his soul, Lin Dong learned a little about the situation of the Nine Heavens Continent and this identity, and also knew everything that happened today.

"Samurai, the continent that is dominant with fighting spirit, is interesting!"

After a slight guilty feeling passed, Lin Dong's eyes gradually became brighter. He said silently in his heart: "Please rest assured, I will definitely help you realize all your wishes and respect your father on your behalf. It is my little compensation for you."
Chapter completed!