When Lian Ming got home, he lost his appetite after eating some snacks. He didn't want to cook anymore. He just wanted to eat some noodles when he was hungry.

However, for some reason, he had become less and less fond of eating out in the past two years. He always felt that he had no appetite.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even need to buy groceries now. He could just order takeout and save a lot of trouble.

She used to like to eat vegetables bought outside. She always felt that they were fragrant and delicious.

Now, she preferred the light food at home. Perhaps she was really old, but her father used to run home often to eat.

Lian Ming put the vegetables in the fridge and recalled his old life.

"Well, people have to grow up. It's not a big deal to be old."

Lian Ming patted his face and shook his head.

"Speaking of which, it's New Year's Day tonight. I have to give my parents a New Year's greeting."

It was fine if he didn't usually notice these festivals, but now that he remembered them, he had to at least wish his parents a happy new year.

However, how should she say it? Moreover, if she called, she couldn't give them her blessings at the same time at 12 o'clock sharp. She couldn't be kind to them.

In the end, after thinking about it, sending a message was the last choice.

Moreover, he had rarely talked to his mother over the years. If he were to talk on the phone, he would not be able to speak. If he were to ask about his situation, he would not know how to answer.

After all, he couldn't tell her that he was about to turn 30 years old and that he was still a shut-in at home.

Just thinking about it made him feel a little embarrassed. As expected, sending messages was more reliable.

It was set to be sent at 12 o'clock sharp.

"Okay, that should be fine, right? Speaking of which, how long has it been since the last New Year? It should have been more than ten years, right?"

As she spoke, she lowered her head and recalled that her family used to celebrate the new year.

However, ever since his parents divorced, his father had followed Lian Ming for two or three times and never returned. It had been fifteen years now.

Lian Ming slumped on the sofa. He didn't want to go back to his room to lie down. It always felt empty when he went back to his room to lie down. He could still feel a little human life outside.

Looking at the empty house, her sigh echoed. She felt particularly uncomfortable. She didn't feel anything in the past, but today might be the New Year's Eve. Her chest kept feeling stuffy and uncomfortable. She had to think of a way to move her hands and forget all these things.

After thinking for a while, Lian Ming said,"I'd better play King of Pesticide."

As he spoke, he opened the game.

The game was quite exciting. After playing the game for a while, his attention was focused on the game and he forgot about everything else. As expected, he felt better all of a sudden.

Lian Ming's eyes widened as he got addicted to playing. He played one game after another.

Suddenly, Lian Ming came back to his senses and looked up at the time.

It was only 11:30 pm. It wasn't time yet. They could have another round.

Lian Mingdi first turned on the television and waited for the countdown to the new year. Then, he started a game, thinking that it should be enough after this round.

"Aha! This time, he actually managed to snatch the middle lane, and it's even my life's hero, General Moxie. Watch my sword!"

Back then, Gan Jiang Mo Ye had trained hard for three months because of his "sword". Now, he was already very proficient in his movements. He hit every single shot and his sword never missed.

Lian Ming thought that Mo Xie was the best at acting out of all the heroes. Whether it was his lines or his damage, he was irresistible.

"Up ~"

When the game started, Lian Ming looked at Gan Jiang hugging Moxie's skin and sighed."The more expensive Gan Jiang's skin is, the more beautiful Moxie is. I'm so envious."

"(Gan Jiang) One sword to rule pity (Mo Xie) One sword to bury despair"

[Gan Jiang, how confident are you in this attack?! 90%!]

"(Gan Jiang/Mo Xie) Food!"

The game didn't end before 12 o'clock. There were only 30 seconds left before Lian Ming put down his phone.

It wasn't that he wanted to cheat his teammates, but he was long gone. He could just wait for the resurrection time to pass the new year.

He watched the countdown on the television.

"Thirty…twenty…ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…"

At this moment, Lian Ming's phone showed the exact same countdown as the one on the TV. However, Lian Ming couldn't see it anymore. He didn't know why his vision was getting blurry.

"I'm so sleepy ~"

Lian Ming's face was twisted and he was winking. He wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't open them no matter what. Just like that, he closed his other eye.

At this moment, the television and cell phone turned to zero at the same time. The fireworks outside the window shot into the sky and exploded. The entire city became brightly lit, and the sky turned into various colors. It was so beautiful, but beautiful things were always so short-lived.

Slowly, the fireworks were almost over. Only a few sparsely lit fireworks were still trying to climb up. The light from the explosion shone into Lian Ming's house and fell on the phone screen that fell on the sofa. It showed these two…missed calls.

--

"It's so uncomfortable. Where is this? I feel like my body is soaked in water and I can't use my limbs. I can't open my eyes either. I'm so sleepy ~"

He only felt a sense of powerlessness all over his body before falling asleep again.

After an unknown period of time, he already suspected that there was a high possibility that he was in someone else's stomach.

In the beginning, he had been wondering if he had become a vegetable and was imprisoned in a culture fluid.

But now, he was very sure that he was in someone else's stomach.

Because Lian Ming said that he had just touched the umbilical cord connected to his stomach.

To be honest, he was very afraid that he was too weak now and would be gone if he was not careful.

He had seen many videos explaining how painful and dangerous it was for a girl to give birth, which made Lian Ming's scalp tingle.

Don't ask why a thirty-year-old virgin would watch such videos. These were all accidentally seen by chance.

In short, I'm very afraid, brothers!

Therefore, Lian Ming was in a very dangerous situation. If he was not careful, he would die. However, there was nothing he could do now, so he could only wait for the time to be born.

Speaking of which, he didn't know why he was here. After thinking for a long time, Lian Ming concluded that it was impossible for someone to plot against him. He was at home. Thinking that he was getting sleepy and then closed his eyes and ran into someone else's stomach, Lian Ming felt that the possibility of sudden death was very high.

"Tsk, I didn't get to taste Granny Meng's soup. I've suffered a huge loss!"

Lian Ming was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet. It was not easy for him to die. It was a pity that he did not get to taste the legendary Granny Meng soup. However, thinking about it, if he did not drink the Granny Meng soup, then he could go out and be a child prodigy in the future. It was not a loss. It would be the same if he drank the Granny Meng soup next time. After he went out, he would first fill up 13.

Thinking of this, Lian Ming's mood involuntarily became a little excited. He suddenly hoped that he would be born earlier. He even forgot about his fear just now. He only had a strong anticipation for the new life.

"But then again, who the f * ck said that a 30-year-old virgin would become a mage? This is a restoration of the factory settings. It's a hammer mage, but it's not a big problem. World, just wait. When I'm born, the world will tremble for me. Caw caw ca

"I'm looking forward to the arrival of the little genius!"

After that, Lian Ming thought about whether he should apply for Tsinghua University or Peking University in the future. As his imagination ran wild, he slowly closed his eyes. Before he fell asleep, he muttered,"I should choose Peking University. Peking University should be fine…"

After countless days and nights, Lian Ming was finally going to be born.

"Tremble, world!"

Lian Mingxin jumped very quickly. Today was the day of his birth. He could already feel the loss of his water. Listening to the noise outside, Lian Ming knew that he was about to be born. He silently adjusted his posture so that he could be born more smoothly. It was best if there were no accidents.

After waiting for a long time, Lian Ming finally felt a pair of hands pulling him out. Very good, very smooth."The world is trembling for me, wahahaha ~"

……

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, five to six years had passed. A child wearing a silver moonlight robe sat cross-legged on a verdant grass patch. The child had long black hair, and an iron sword was stabbed into his body.

The child rested his elbows on his knees and supported his head with his right hand. His face was puffed up as he pouted his little mouth and blew bubbles.

This person was the reborn Lian Ming. He was recalling the time when he was just born. Because he did not cry or make a fuss, the scene was thrown into chaos again until the midwife pinched Lian Ming's buttocks.

"Li Zai-Gan!"

"Are you crazy?"

"Can your attitude be a little better!"

Lian Ming, who had his hands crossed on his abdomen and his legs stretched out, instantly cursed. Zuan, the top scholar of literature, immediately activated it, and greetings flew out of Lian Ming's mouth.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he greeted them, all he could do was make a sound of "wah"."Yes, yes. Listen to his loud voice. He's still a young master. He must be very healthy!" Only then did the others reveal happy expressions. The midwife even gently patted her butt that had just been twisted.

If he could, he would jump up and curse her ancestors.

Thinking of this, the young man smiled helplessly.

When he first opened his eyes, he was really shocked. What was with this Chinese and Western style? It was very strange. Moreover, he had never heard of any bird language.

After that, Lian Ming relied on his inability to speak and would often scream. His parents would hug him and coax him, enjoying the enjoyment of a crown prince. When he began to understand this language, he could often hear them talking about martial souls and soul power, or about His Majesty and Crown Prince. He thought it was in ancient times.

It was only when he first saw a bronze sword appear out of thin air in his father's hand and four yellow, purple, and purple soul rings rise from under his feet that Lian Ming was stunned for half a day before he finally reacted. He struggled in his mother's arms and refused to let her hold him, wanting to get off the ground and learn to walk.

"This must be the Douluo Continent. We're already on the Douluo Continent, so why are you still acting like a salted fish?"

When Lian Ming used to read novels, he often imagined that he had the ability to move mountains and fill the sea, pretending to be 13 in front of everyone.

Now that the opportunity was right in front of him, how could Lian Ming let it go?

Just like that, Lian Ming was finally able to walk when he was two months old. Previously, because he was still too young, his parents didn't even allow him to walk and could only crawl on the bed. The two-month-old child was still too young, so he stood shakily while holding the edge of the bed.

"Mother, this child will definitely have a bright future. He's only two months old and he can already stand on his own. Amazing, amazing!"

"That's true. Don't you know whose son he is? He's not like you. You're almost a year old, but you're still crawling around!"

Lian Ming's mother's teasing made Lian Ming's father's face turn red as he quibbled,

"I…I liked to crawl when I was young. I'm the best at crawling."

Looking at her husband who was trying to quibble, the wife who was protecting her son giggled. Lian Ming also placed his hands on the bed and looked at his father with disgust. Then, he released his hands and staggered into his mother's arms.

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"It's good to have a mother!" Lian Ming sighed as he recalled the past. Then, he patted his butt and prepared to go home.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. There were no clouds in the sky. A gentle breeze blew, bringing along a few leaves as they brushed past Lian Ming.

"Ha!" Lian Ming exhaled heavily and said,"Tomorrow, I will awaken my Martial Spirit. When my Sword Martial Spirit awakens, I want everyone to marvel at my sword skills. The world will tremble for me."

After finishing his middle school studies, he picked up the iron sword beside him and walked home.