"Suck, it hurts! Aren't I already dead?" The young man covered his head and muttered to himself.
He remembered clearly that he had rushed forward with all his might for the sake of a little girl who was standing by the roadside. Although he had pushed the little girl away, he was sent flying by the Lamborghini that was traveling at a speed of more than 120 kilometers per hour. Before he lost consciousness, he could still vaguely see his flattened head.
"Ah!" Suddenly, the young man felt a large amount of information surge into his brain, almost bursting his head. He was in so much pain that he couldn't help but bang his head against the wall until blood dyed his entire head red. Only then did the young man stop.
"Who, who am I?" The young man muttered to himself. There were two pieces of information that had just entered his brain. One of the owners of the information was a Chinese young man who had grown up in America. His name was Ximen Chuixue. The reason why he had chosen this name was entirely because his father was an out-and-out martial arts fan.
The other memory was of an ordinary person from the Celestial Empire who had died while trying to save someone. Unexpectedly, he had come here and fused with the owner of this body.
"I didn't expect to come to America. He even turned into a Chinese teenager?" The young man, who was Ximen Chuixue, could not help but smile bitterly.
She struggled to stand up and went to the bathroom. She washed the blood off her face and even her body and bandaged her wounds. Looking at the young man in the mirror, Ximen Chuixue could not help but secretly praise him. What a beautiful young man.
The young man in the mirror was about 1.8 meters tall, with sharp eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a knife-like face. Coupled with his slightly pursed thin lips, he exuded a sense of determination. He was truly a person who could become a star in his previous life just by looking good.
"I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would become a beautiful young man!”Ximen Chuixue looked at himself in the mirror and could not help but smile.
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person. He was an orphan, had the appearance of an ordinary person, and had the fortune of an ordinary person. The impression he left in his life was only that of an ordinary person. He had once dreamed of becoming a handsome man, but he did not expect to realize his dream here.
After that, he poured himself a cup of tea. Ximen Chuixue began to sort out the messy memories in his mind. The memories of this life and the memories of his previous life.
After sorting out his memories, Ximen Chuixue narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered. Because this body was Chinese, he was ostracized by others in America and was often bullied in school. The owner of this body was beaten up by others before. After returning home, his heart was filled with depression and was stuck in his chest. He could not breathe, which was why he had the current Ximen Chuixue.
"Don't worry! I'll get back at those who bullied you one by one!”Ximen Chuixue laughed coldly. As an orphan in his previous life, he had been very cruel to protect himself before he became an adult. It was like a young wolf that used its sharp teeth and claws to protect itself.
Looking at the time, it was already around one o'clock in the middle of the night. Ximen Chuixue was about to sleep, but at this moment, Ximen Chuixue suddenly realized that a person's figure had appeared in his mind.
It wasn't some melodramatic figure of the woman Ximen Chuixue had a crush on. It was a man, a cold and unfeeling man.
Dressed in white, he looked otherworldly. Looking at the person's appearance, it was cold and calm. Her face was as white as snow and as black as charcoal. Her lips were very thin, the corners of her eyes were very thin, and her eyebrows were very thin. In his hand was a strange-looking black scabbard longsword.
This was the image of a man. Looking at the image of this man in his mind, a name automatically popped up in Ximen Chuixue's mind-Sword God: Ximen Chuixue!
"What, what's going on? Why did Sword God Ximen Chuixue appear in my mind?”Just as Ximen Chuixue was stunned, the Ximen Chuixue in his mind moved…
Ximen Chuixue's mind was blank. He couldn't find any words to describe the sword he had seen. He only knew that the sword was very fast and that it was very powerful. However, Ximen Chuixue couldn't tell how fast or powerful it was.
He just sat there quietly as if he was in a daze. In fact, Ximen Chuixue's body and mind had already completely integrated into Sword God's previous sword strike.
"Bang bang bang!"
At some point in time, a knock on the door woke Ximen Chuixue up. He looked out the window and saw that the morning sun had already shone in through the window. Ximen Chuixue had actually sat there in a daze for the entire night.
"Hey! Snowy! Hurry up and get up! If she didn't get up soon, she would be late for school!”Ximen Chuixue's father was shouting outside.
Ximen Chuixue could not help but feel helpless when he heard his father address him like this. After inheriting this body, his memories had completely fused with the original owner. Therefore, Ximen Chuixue's father was also his father.
"Got it!" Ximen Chuixue replied casually.
Just as he was about to get up, Ximen Chuixue staggered and almost fell. He had maintained his previous posture for an entire night, and Ximen Chuixue's legs were already numb.
After rubbing his legs to dispel the numbness, Ximen Chuixue stood up.
After washing up, Ximen Chuixue went to the living room.
In the living room, Ximen Chuixue's father was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. When he heard the commotion, he turned around and glanced at Ximen Chuixue. He couldn't help but frown."What happened to your head?"
"I'm fine! I accidentally bumped into it!" Ximen Chuixue said calmly.
Ximen Chuixue's father did not mind Ximen Chuixue's coldness. It was probably because of his living environment that he was often ostracized and bullied. Therefore, Ximen Chuixue was originally a cold and silent person.
"Oh, if there's nothing else, then let's eat! It's getting late!" As he spoke, Ximen Chuixue's father stood up and went to the dining table.
There was a simple breakfast on the dining table, with bread and milk. Ximen Chuixue didn't care about this because he was already used to it.
He sat opposite Ximen Chuixue's father. The father and son began to enjoy their breakfast.
Ximen Chuixue didn't know who his mother was. He had never seen her since he could remember. According to Ximen Chuixue's father, his mother had died during childbirth.
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