Struggle of House Boss

Shui Jingxuan didn't expect that he could open his eyes again.

He stared at the dilapidated roof above his head, watching a ray of bright white sunlight shine in through the cracks in the rubble, piercing into the side of his pillow intermittently, printing a round light spot on the pillow, and the cheek near the light spot felt The heat brought by the sun is slightly hot, very warm and comfortable.

Wanting to absorb more warmth, Shui Jingxuan moved his stiff and sore neck with difficulty, approached the beam of light, and stared fascinatedly at the tiny floating dust in the beam of light spinning up and down, flying up and down.This quiet but vivid picture deeply attracted his attention.

He wanted to reach out his hand to catch this ray of sunlight, to disperse the floating dust that kept gathering, but his whole body was sore as if he had been run over by a truck, and Shui Jingxuan didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

He frowned deeply, and rolled his eyes to look at the furnishings in the room.There is nothing in the room except for a crooked table and two beds made of straw, fully interpreting the word "simple", and a strong musty smell can be smelled from time to time.

Shui Jingxuan raised his eyebrows, then smiled wryly.The living conditions of the lowest-level personnel in the base are probably several times better than his.This is to see that he is a useless person after self-explosion energy, so I plan to abandon him and let him fend for himself, right?In the last days, human nature has long been extinct, and only interests remain unchanged.He is now a useless person paralyzed on the bed, an absolute burden, who will take care of him?

Closing his eyes tiredly, Shui Jingxuan's mood was extremely calm, neither complaining nor complaining.He has fallen to this point today, just as he said before he blew himself up, he has to blame himself, and he has no one else to blame.If he hadn't boasted of his strength and ambition, he wouldn't have recruited the strong; if he hadn't recruited the strong, the balance in the base would not have been broken, and the hearts of the people would not have been scattered.

The hearts of the people are scattered, and internal fighting will happen sooner or later. He can prevent it for a while but not for the rest of his life.Even the gods in the nine heavens are sometimes pushed down from the altar, let alone he is just a mortal?If he had known that there would be today, he should have insisted on his original intentions, so that he could guard his small base and live in an ordinary house for the rest of his life.In the last days, a peaceful life is the rarest happiness.Unfortunately, he realized it too late.

With a long sigh, Shui Jingxuan's eyes lit up, and he felt that the pain in his whole body was much less than before, and he seemed to have some strength.

Could it be that the body is not paralyzed?He was ecstatic in his heart, trying to control his right hand to hold the ray of sunshine.Half a minute later, he was dripping with sweat and out of breath. His right hand, which was stiff and sore, had already moved to the pillow. With the last effort, his palm was spread out under the ray of sunlight, and the heat gathered by the beam of light warmed his palm. Shui Jingxuan narrowed his eyes and smiled comfortably.

However, it didn't take long for him to stop laughing. He stared at the withered and thin little hand in front of him, as if seeing a mutant beast lying on his bedside in horror.

There's nothing wrong with him being a 27-year-old man, right?Who will tell him what is going on with the tiny hand in front of him?Did the self-destruct make him a dwarf?What kind of weird sequelae is this TMD?Still let people live?

The horror in his heart was inexplicable, his mind seemed to be touched by this frenzied emotion, the severe pain suddenly hit, and memories that did not belong to Shui Jingxuan were forcibly poured into his mind.

Shui Jingxuan collapsed on the tattered quilt, biting his lower lip tightly with his teeth to prevent himself from moaning.After the severe pain passed, he sorted out the memories received in his head, his eyes widened, and he laughed lowly. The laughter continued for a long time, as if he was very happy. He listened carefully, but there was a hint of depression.

After going through what happened just now, he finally understood the situation. He didn't become a cripple after he blew himself up, but he had already died once, and now he was reborn in an eight or nine-year-old boy.What's even more weird is that the time and space this little boy lives in is not the apocalypse where zombies are everywhere, but the ancient times of the late Ming and early Qing, and there are martial arts, eight sects, alien races, demon religions and other strange things in this era, which have nothing to do with reality. There is a big discrepancy.

Obviously, this is not that era in history, it may be a parallel alien space.

After experiencing the hellish end times, Shui Jingxuan has already developed extraordinary psychological endurance, and quickly accepted the status quo, and there is no wave of fluctuation in his mood that was still violently ups and downs just now.Being able to live again is the best gift from heaven to him. For this, he is grateful and just wants to seize this rare opportunity and live out himself.

After receiving the memory, Xu Shi's soul and body were completely integrated. The stiffness and soreness when he just woke up disappeared without a trace. Shui Jingxuan was able to move freely, and his body was only left with the slight headache and fatigue after contracting the cold.

Yes, damn it, the ancient times when medical technology was backward!A little wind and cold can also send this little boy to the west!Shui Jingxuan was expressionless, but he was complaining fiercely in his heart.

He sat up cross-legged, habitually using the ability of the water system to heal himself, but he finally realized that this was not the end of the world, and he was no longer the leader of the base with the ability.

The straight back drooped immediately, Shui Jingxuan rested his forehead with one hand, covering the decadent expression on his face.Without supernatural powers, how would he live in this different world?You must know that this other world is not less dangerous than the end of the world, and his identity is still very special, so survival is even more difficult.

The little boy is an orphan of a foreign race. Although there are no zombies or mutant beasts here, the status of the foreign race in this land is not much better than that of humans in the last days.In order to protect themselves, they gathered and established the Demon Cult to compete with all forces, but in exchange for more wanton persecution. In the end, even the land they lived in was taken by the so-called "famous decent sects", so they could only hide in this remote place. lingering in the barren valley.

If it weren't for the demon leader's explosive force value, no one would dare to confront him head-on, and he continued to adopt orphans from the clan, taught them martial arts and poison techniques, and formed several guards, barely giving the alien race a certain ability to protect themselves , the alien race may have been wiped out by the Han and Manchu long ago.And this little boy was just one of the many orphans adopted by the leader of the Demon Cult, but because of his poor physique, he was killed by a wind and cold just after he started learning martial arts.

Shui Jingxuan examined the memory of the little boy, feeling worried about his future situation.He has no supernatural powers, his constitution is weak, he cannot learn advanced internal skills, and he is still a foreign race. If he goes out, he will be excluded, or even strangled. How should I live?

Shui Jingxuan, who has been domineering for many years, can't adapt to the life of ants.He didn't give up, tried his best to pull himself together, and tried to mobilize the energy in his body. However, a miracle happened. He felt the weak energy fluctuations in his dantian. This fluctuation was warm and comfortable, and it was the water system ability he was most familiar with.

Could it be that the power is attached to the soul instead of the body?My soul came over, so the ability also came over?Shui Jingxuan stopped running energy, rubbing his chin with one hand, thinking secretly.

After finding a reasonable explanation, he stopped thinking about it, and stopped running too much energy in his body. Instead, he lay down and took a rest to conserve his energy.Now there is only a weak line of abilities in his body, and it needs to be triggered to grow and use.Although he is very eager to have power, however, this room is not a good place to trigger the ability.

After the energy is triggered, the water system ability will swim through the whole body, change the pH value of the blood, muscles, and even bone marrow in the body, remove impurities, and temper the body. This process is equivalent to washing the marrow and cutting the meridian, reborn, and the movement is relatively large , and the smell is also unpleasant, Shui Jingxuan does not want to attract attention and be regarded as a demon.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped the bed rhythmically with his fingertips, and checked the various terrains of the Devil's Cult in his mind, looking for a hidden place suitable for triggering the ability. Just as he was lost in thought, the crumbling wooden door was pushed from the outside. Open, make a 'squeak' sound.

The visitor was a boy about ten years old, much stronger than Shui Jingxuan, with dark skin, high nose and wide eyebrows, three-dimensional and deep facial features, with obvious alien features.Seeing that Shui Jingxuan had woken up and was sitting up and looking straight at him, surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Axi, are you awake? Great!" He strode over, sat beside Shui Jingxuan's bed, and eagerly checked Shui Jingxuan's physical condition up and down.When he went out to practice martial arts in the morning, he was worried that Ah Xi would never wake up again.

Ah Xi is the nickname of this body, and it is quite appropriate.Shui Jingxuan glanced at his skinny arms and legs, and thought to himself mockingly.

The person who came was Shui Jingxuan's roommate, and also a senior who learned martial arts under the same master, and he took good care of him on weekdays.This person didn't have a name either, so he gave himself a nickname called Ah Zhuang, which matched his strong legs and feet with new muscles.In fact, in the entire Devil's Cult, except for the leader and a few high-ranking elders who have names, everyone else only has a nickname or code name.

Foreign races are regarded as pigs and dogs by the Han people. Many people have their parents slaughtered by the Han people as soon as they are born, and it is too late to name them.Moreover, they are illiterate and uneducated, so they really can't think of any good names with rich meanings. Most of them just give themselves a nickname at will, or others give them a nickname.

The leader of the Demon Cult has a good and domineering name, Ji Wushuang.Chewing these three words carefully, Shui Jingxuan felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had heard them.

When he was in a flash, Ah Zhuang took out a green bun from his bosom, put it in his palm, and said cheerfully, "I snatched it specially for you, it's soft and sticky, very sweet! Eat it quickly." Bar."

In Ah Zhuang's opinion, this kind of rough corn bread mixed with wild vegetables and grass stalks is already a rare delicacy.In the Devil's Cult, food is divided into good and bad every day, and it is also quantitative. If you want to eat well, you must have strong strength and be able to snatch enough food from your fellow disciples.This is a cruel wolf-like education, but children who can grow up safely from this kind of education will definitely be strong in the future. The Demon Cult did this to continue their purest blood and let their ethnic group reproduce from generation to generation .Unfortunately, the original Ah Xi was the weak one eliminated by this education system.

The strong eat the jungle, natural selection.Wherever you go, these eight characters are the iron law of nature and cannot be defied.

Shui Jingxuan smiled at Ah Zhuang, without being pretentious, took the cornbread and started to eat it.There was an astringent bitter taste from the tip of the tongue, and the throat was sore from the grass stems. Even in the last days, Shui Jingxuan had never eaten such unpalatable food.He frowned, and silently made an oath in his heart that he must work hard to become stronger and live well.