2:The Awakening

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The past has become a memory, the important thing is to live in the present! Mo Lang quickly adjusted back from his grief, and now he started to think about how to live in this strange world.

As a net writer Mo Lang who is proficient in his own traversal routes, he can barely calm down his shocked feeling of traversing and think about the problem.

Looking at the decorations in the room, Mo Lang could probably guess that he was in an ancient world, an ancient oriental style, not Western Europe. According to the route of traversal, the world traversed is generally a certain book in reality, a film and television work, or an animation world.

First, exclude the animation world first, because the style of painting is different. So the question is, in which film and television work is he in this world now? Or, is it the world in the book of that fellow? Chen bei? Tang's youngest? Silkworm potato? Most of the traverse texts are in the books written by these three big men.

Mo Lang endured the pain in his body, got up from the bed, walked a few steps, then uncomfortably supported his body with his hands on the table. Why does my soul pass through, and my body looks like a serious injury! Mo Lang complained in his heart. (TL note: I can't be the injured protagonist)

However, he discovered that the decoration in this house is very luxurious, with famous and expensive sandalwood furniture, with exquisite patterns engraved on it. It looks like this house seems to be very rich. Mo Lang was a little bit happy, at least, he was born in a rich family, so he didn't have to worry about the rest of his life.(TL note: Calm before Storm)

But not long after being happy, Mo Lang's face collapsed again.

This cannot be happening!

I don't have the memory of the original owner, I don't know who is in this family, I don't even know the common sense of this world, and I don't know whether they speak Mandarin. If Mandarin is not a universal language in all dimensions, it would be difficult for Mo Lang to communicate with people in other worlds.

"Do you want to pretend to have amnesia?" Mo Lang thought for a while. Now that this pair of bodies was seriously injured, and he had just woken up from a coma, something accident happened to the original owner. A guy with this degree of injury plus a coma, amnesia is normal.(TL note: pair of bodies means his new body and his soul)

That's right, compared with people who have changed into another, amnesia is the best news.

Mo Lang felt that this plan was feasible.

However, the language may not work, which is also a problem. I can't lose my memory, I can't even speak, right? By the way, pretending to be dumb? He said that there was a problem with his vocal cords and he could not speak. Well, this is also normal. After all, the body has suffered such a serious injury, and which organ has an accident can be explained, and it is within the normal range.

After all, in the real situation, even the person has changed, or the soul has changed. However, these are not the most important things. What worries Mo Lang is that if this world is a fantasy world, then people come up and give themselves a healing spell to heal themselves, what should they do? This is still not a solution.(TL note: Oii Mo Lang memories are coming soon)

The most important thing is to figure out what kind of person the original owner is, and it is best to understand his memory. Speaking of memory, generally speaking, a person who travels through is still a soul through another world, possessing a person who should have died, and inheriting his memory. How come to me, there is a mistake in this route? I have traveled into this world, how can I say, it has been more than ten minutes, so the memory of the original owner hasn't come to my mind?(TL note: Brace for the impact)

When Mo Lang was complaining about the implausibility of crossing routes, a large number of memories became short and surging like a brain, like a flood rushing into a dam, making Mo Lang feel a strong tingling sensation in his mind, staggering a few steps, and then dumping on the ground. His hands clasped his head in pain, his body curled up and twitched. Unfamiliar and familiar memories emerged in his mind, and a large number of memory fragments flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern.

Mo Lang held his head tightly, his face twisted in pain, his eyes hollow and confused. "Who am I? Who am I?" "I am Mo Lang of the Mo family in Qinghe Town!" "I am Mo Lang from Unit 401 of Gui yuan 6th Unit!" "I am Beichen Mo, Mo Lang! No! No! I am Dao Ran the pigeon Mo Lang!"

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Mo Lang held his severely painful head in his hands, and kept muttering who he was. His eyes were confused and vicious, shaking his head, tied up. The long hair also fell loose, like a madman.

"Who am I!!!"

Mo Lang seemed to be mad, standing still, his eyes covered with evil bloodshot eyes, like a madman, the pitch black and ink radiated wildly like a snake, and roared to the sky. Scream. In an instant, a powerful aura burst out of Mo Lang's body.

On the wooden table, the white jade tea cup was trembling slightly, seeming to be trembling because of Mo Lang's roar and the power released by his body. The white jade cup burst and exploded, tea splashing. The wooden tables, chairs, individual items, and decorations in the room were shaking, and the strong fluctuations of vigor spread in the room. The ground was cracked, the wooden products were cracked, the walls burst, and all the items in the room couldn't bear the powerful momentum erupted from Mo Lang's body.

The vigor visible to the naked eye swept out, and the wooden table, seat, and their respective decorations were lifted, broken, and turned into wood chips and scattered all over the sky.

"Ah----"

Mo Lang's roar resounded through the silent night sky. In a room in Mo's Manor, a majestic middle-aged man, who was sitting cross-eyed with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be shining light, which was extraordinary. "This is the breath of the second brother, he finally awakened!"

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with joy and excitement, he immediately stopped practicing, stood up, grabbed the door, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Some people were happy and some were worried. Mo Lang regained his senses and made this loud and seemingly crazy sound, which awakened many people who were already immersed and dreaming, with a depressed and angry face.

"The one who killed Qian Dao didn't sleep in the middle of the night, what is the ghost's name!" some complaining voices sounded in the dark night, but soon fell silent again. In another place, a twelve to three-year-old young man just walked out of the hut, rubbed his squatting legs, and immediately heard a roar like a rainbow. "What's the matter?" Mo Xiu smelled the direction of the sound and looked at it, seeing that it was the direction of his father's room. "Father is awake!" Mo Xiu's face showed excitement, and he ran over thinking of the direction of his father's room.

Soon, Mo Xiu came near his father's house, with an uncontrollable expression of excitement on his face, shaking hands and feet, and immediately rushed towards his father's room. However, before running a few steps, Mo Xiu saw his father's house exploded, the walls, doors and windows shattered, bricks and wood chips flying out, and a forceful but visible force swept across.

At this speed, Mo Xiu couldn't react at all. The energy impact swept across Mo Xiu's chest. Mo Xiu's face immediately became red, and his chest became tight. A mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth, his body was like those bricks. The wood chips are average and fly out. As soon as Mo Xiu fell to the ground, a figure appeared behind him and firmly caught Mo Xiu's body.

Mo Wu Wei's face was solemn, looking at the messy breath in his arms and the seriously injured Mo Xiu, he quickly mobilized his internal force and transported it into Mo Xiu's body, stabilizing the turbulent qi and blood in his body, and then folded his fingers together into sword fingers. Quickly clicked on Mo Xiu. Mo Xiu's chest, with pale cheeks, was undulating, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Upon seeing this, Mo Wu Wei immediately took out a small porcelain bottle from his clothes, and sent a small pill everywhere into Mo Xiu's mouth. After coming over, Mo Xiu's pale cheeks also showed a blush.

Mo Xiu opened his eyes weakly, and an overwhelming face fell into his eyes, and a touch of joy appeared on his pale face, and his weak right hand slowly raised and pointed to the direction of his father's house.

"Big...uncle, my dad...you go see what's wrong with him..."

"Your dad is fine! Don't talk, and lie on the ground for a while."

Mo Wu Wei looked at Mo Xiu. Speaking softly, then he put Mo Xiu on the flat ground to rest, his eyes turned to the collapsed house, full of smoke and dust, his eyes flashing with worry.