Inside a dilapidated wooden house, there was a dense purple air and mist.

On the soft bamboo bed, a young man with a green face was lying there quietly.

The young man's body was covered with bandages, and blood seeped out from under the gauze and solidified into bloody scabs on the gauze. It seemed that the young man had been seriously injured before.

Mengtian, the eldest young master of the Meng family, is extremely ridiculous and is called a waste.

In the Celestial City of the Sino Empire, oh, no! In this entire world of reincarnation, who has not heard of the Shenxuan Meng family? Who has not heard of the children of the Meng family?

This family, which has been passed down since ancient times, has a very long history.

Thousands of years of wind and rain have created a generation-long legacy of this glorious Shenxuan family. Among the Meng family, all kinds of geniuses emerge one after another. There is no record of the strong men of the Meng family in the previous generations of history.

?

On the mainland, whenever Shenxuan is mentioned, someone will know about the Meng family.

However, in this family that advocates force, there is no emotion at all.

What does it mean if you can't practice?

Waste! Trash! Even worse than a servant!

And this poor young master Mengtian is like this!

The bullying of the family members and the cold looks from the servants directly left indelible scars and humiliation in the young mind of the eldest son of the Meng family. However, he is just a loser. Revenge? Ridiculous!

If he can't cultivate, then what kind of revenge? A mouth? Or, this small body? I'm afraid, this is not enough for others to lift their fingers.

Poor the eldest son of the Meng family, in the past fifteen years, he has suffered cold looks and indifferent treatment from countless people every day and every moment. This young body is also covered with scars.

For example, yesterday.

The eldest young master of the Meng family who was scattered in the back mountain bumped into Meng Qian, a third-generation descendant of the family. Because he did not salute him, he was beaten for a while.

Tragic! Deplorable! Ridiculous!

How can the dignified eldest young master of the Meng family be bullied by you and others? Even though your status is low now, as long as you are not deprived of the title of eldest young master for a day, you will always be a dog! You are a slave!

pity……

Mengtian, who was born with a weak personality, did not dare to fight back, but he did not dare to fight back. After a while of beating, the thin Mengtian passed out directly and became unconscious. Mengqian, who felt boring, just brought

My little followers went straight to have a great time.

…

"You bastards, you want me to hand over the wordless heavenly book, you are just wishful thinking!"

Mengtian opened his eyes suddenly, I can't die! I still have many things to protect!

You bastards, let me send you to hell!

"Pfft..."

"What, what's going on..."

Looking at this frail body, Mengtian's eyes flickered with doubt.

The petite body was also injured due to the sudden jump just now, and the blood slowly seeped out from the gauze again.

The blood stain on the corner of the mouth is still clearly visible!

"What's going on with this fragile body?"

Mengtian slowly recalled it.

He was originally the supreme powerhouse of the fourth reincarnation generation! Supreme Mengtian!

Shocking the continent, all directions surrendered!

At that time, Mengtian could be said to be high-spirited and extremely glorious!

However, a wordless heavenly book changed the trajectory of his life.

He was supposed to have countless glory and wealth to enjoy, but he took a tattered book alone, hid in the world of mortals, and studied alone for more than twenty years.

However, paper cannot cover the fire after all!

The Wordless Heavenly Book is a treasure of four reincarnations.

According to legend, whoever obtains the Wordless Heavenly Book can conquer the world!

Suddenly, the world was turbulent, and countless powerful people came out in full force, just for one thing: the Wordless Heavenly Book!

I don’t know who revealed the news that Mengtian holds the Wordless Heavenly Book.

Immediately, the strong men from the mainland searched frantically and finally found Mengtian who was practicing in seclusion in a canyon.

Hundreds of supreme powerhouses took action at the same time. With such momentum, mountains and rivers shattered, and space collapsed!

No matter how strong Mengtian was, he was still a little defeated and had to retreat in defeat.

In the end, he had no choice but to be seriously injured, but at the critical moment he burned the Wordless Book, jumped into a psychedelic canyon thousands of feet deep with hatred, and jumped to his death from the cliff!

Now when he woke up again, he saw such a scene, which made Mengtian endure the pain and look around.

The quaint furniture is no different from the four reincarnations.

However, the murals in this room have a different classical style, which makes people fall in love with it as soon as they see it.

The strange teacup is actually made directly from bamboo, which can be described as extremely crude.

Beside his bed, there was a robe hanging, but it was shabby and in a very strange style.

"This place...could it be one of several other reincarnations?"

Mengtian looked at such a strange scene, and as he was well-informed, he immediately figured out the answer. Perhaps when he jumped off the cliff, he accidentally triggered reincarnation and entered one of the other reincarnations.

But no matter what, he is not dead, that’s for sure!

"Your name is Mengtian?"

As he carefully read the memory in his mind, Mengtian's face looked a little strange.

"We are destined...but, you Mengtian, are you too cowardly?"

Shaking his head: "The name Mengtian is absolutely not allowed to impose the word waste!"

Mengtian's face slowly showed a hint of coldness.

"That's all. Let me treat you and remove the name of this trash, and let all the rumors and rumors in this world turn into lies!"

"Crunch..."

The small door of the wooden house slowly opened, and a warning sign suddenly occurred in Mengtian's heart, and he immediately lay down. But his body was in a strange posture. If the real killer was here, he would find Mengtian

This posture is the most advantageous attacking posture.

Even if someone is disadvantageous to Mengtian, Mengtian can still subdue the opponent as quickly as possible by relying on this posture.

"Master..."

The person who came in was a burly man. The muscles all over the man's body were bulging, and he looked extremely strong.

"Mu Shan..."

Mengtian sorted out the memories in his mind. This simple and honest man was called Mu Shan. Although he looked in his thirties, he was actually only in his twenties.

"Oh... Master, why are you bleeding again? Come on, come on, don't move around, I'll help you change your dressing..."

After a while of fussing, Mu Shan put on new gauze and applied new medicine on Mengtian while he grinned.

"Master, let's have something to eat..."

After helping Mengtian sit up, Mu Shan brought over a bowl of porridge.

Mengtian smiled slightly. Mu Shan had grown up with Mengtian, and was often beaten by Meng Qian and others because of Mengtian.

However, the honest and foolish man always stood in front of Mengtian. Among this family, only Mu Shan and his brother Meng Yanrui, who had gone to who knows where, were the only ones who were against him.

OK.

Since I have taken over your body in this life, then let me go on in your place!

After being served by Mu Shan and finishing a bowl of soup, Mengtian suddenly felt much more comfortable all over.

"Mu Shan, it's getting late, go and have a rest. I'm a little sleepy and want to take a nap first..."

"Well, okay! Master, don't move around..."

"Um……"

Looking at the big and honest back, Mengtian smiled slightly, "How can I check this body if I don't drive you away?"

Mengtian pulled the quilt and sat cross-legged on the bed. Although this caused a burst of heartbreaking pain, Mengtian still endured it.

He wanted to see where the waste of this good-for-nothing young master was!

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