Fast Travel: I Rely on Crazy Literature Raiders

pain.

The pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if a red-hot iron rod had been stabbed in the back. It was difficult to even breathe. His mind was in a mess, with scattered memories rushing around in his mind.

"You can't practice anyway. Keeping this sacred bone is just a waste. What's wrong with giving it to your brother?"

"If you still want me to recognize you as my younger brother, just give the sacred bones to my eighth brother."

"Mu Jiangxu, why do you think your father suddenly took you back to the Mu family? It was to dig up your sacred bones for me."

The fragmented memory fragments were fragmented, and Jiang Xu could only capture these three sentences.

Jiang Xu hissed lightly, gritted his teeth and raised his hand with difficulty, tapping his body twice before feeling better. Then, while mobilizing his soul power to repair the body, he leaned against the wall to soothe the pain.

It took a while before I was able to focus on other things.

Just now, he only felt pain and had no intention of paying attention to anything else. Now, Jiang Xu suddenly felt sticky all over. He looked down and found that everything he looked at was soaked with sweat, and there was a pool of red in front of him. The blood looked like it had been spat on.

Things are getting worse.

He raised his eyes and looked around again, and found that he was nesting in the corner of the room. The lights were on, the black curtains were tightly drawn, and there was a photo frame on the desk not far away. In the photo frame was a picture. A photo of an old man...

Perhaps that photo touched the memory of the original owner, and many fragments began to wander around in his mind.

Before Jiang Xu could piece together the fragmented memories, he heard a conversation coming from outside the door.

"Eighth Young Master." This was a respectful middle-aged voice.

Immediately afterwards, a feminine voice sounded, "Did father tell me how to arrange for Mu Jiangxu?"

Middle-aged voice: "The head of the family said he should be taken directly to be cremated. The funeral car is already waiting at the door."

Jiang Xu:?
Jiang Xu?Cremated?Want to cremate her? !
The conversation outside the door continued.

"Does the eighth young master have any orders?"

"When you take the person away, take and burn everything in his room. Don't leave anything behind." "Okay."

After the conversation ended, there was the sound of a key entering the door, and then the door opened, and two middle-aged men in suits and ties, who looked like bodyguards, came in.

Seeing that Jiang Xu was not dead, but was leaning against the wall sickly. Compared with the timidity in the past, his brows seemed to be a little colder and colder. The two bodyguards were stunned for a moment, stopped, and one of them spoke. , "Seventh Young Master, you...are not dead?"

Jiang Xu looked sideways at him expressionlessly.

Isn't this obvious?

but……

Qi Shao?

Becoming a man?Or is the original owner disguised as a man?
Jiang Xu didn't say anything, but the soft voice he heard just now came from outside the door, "Not dead?"

As the words fell, there was another person in the room, a young man who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The two bodyguards turned around and bowed to Mu Yanchen, "Eighth Young Master."

Jiang Xu raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and pulled out his name, Mu Yanchen, from the fragmented memories.

The eighth young master of the Mu family, the half-brother of the original owner.

Listening to the voice just now, Jiang Xu thought it was a girl, but since she was dressed like a boy and was called Eight Young Masters, she must be a boy.

Mu Yanchen was slender, with a mean and gloomy look on his brows. He was wearing a white shirt and short overalls, and walked into the room with his hands in his pockets and leather shoes.

Seeing that Jiang Xu was indeed not dead, Mu Yanchen's eyes were filled with a hint of coldness. He turned to look at the two bodyguards in suits and leather shoes, and said in a hoarse voice that was in the process of changing his voice: "Isn't he dead? He is obviously dead. .”

The two bodyguards were speechless.