Sword God in Marvel

“Suck it, it hurts! Am I not already dead? The boy muttered while covering his head.

He remembered clearly, in order to get a little girl standing on the side of the road, he rushed up, although he pushed the little girl away, but he himself was hit by the Lamborghini with a speed of more than 12 times per hour, and even before he lost consciousness, he faintly saw his squashed head.

“Ugh!” Suddenly, the teenager only felt that a large amount of information poured into his brain, almost bursting his head, making him feel painful, and couldn’t help but hit the wall with his head, until the blood stained his entire head, the teenager stopped.

“Me, who the hell am I?” The young man muttered, just poured into the brain, there are two streams of information, one of the owners of the information is a Chinese teenager who grew up in the United States, named Ximen Chuixue, the reason for this name is completely because his father is an out-and-out martial arts fan.

There is also a memory, which is an ordinary person from the Celestial Empire, who died because of saving people once, but did not want to come here and merge with the owner of this body.

“Unexpectedly, I came to the United States? Also became a Chinese teenager? The young man, that is, Ximen Chuixue at this time, couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

Struggling to stand up, came to the bathroom, washed the blood on his face and even his body, bandaged the wound, and looked at the teenager in the mirror, Ximen Chuixue couldn’t help but secretly admire, what a beautiful boy.

I saw that the boy in the mirror was about one meter eight meters tall, with eyebrows and swords, a high nose, knife-like cheeks, and a thin double chun slightly pursed, which revealed a bit of perseverance. It was really a big star who could become a remarkable star in his previous life Celestial Empire just by virtue of his appearance.

“Unexpectedly, I will also have a day to become a beautiful boy!” Ximen Chuixue looked at himself in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile gently.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person, an orphan, an ordinary person’s appearance, and an ordinary person’s encounter. The impression that can be left in a lifetime is just an ordinary one. He once dreamed of becoming a handsome guy, but he didn’t want to realize his dream here.

Then came to a cup of tea, Ximen Chuixue began to sort out the messy memories in his mind, this life, and the previous life.

After sorting out the memory, Ximen Chuixue’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneer appeared on his face, because this body is Chinese, so in the United States, it has become the object of rejection by others, and is often bullied in school, the owner of this body, was beaten before, after returning home, the depression in his heart rose, blocked in his heart, and did not come up in one breath, so there is now Ximen Chuixue.

“Don’t worry! The accounts of those who bullied you, I will get you back one by one! Ximen Chuixue sneered, as an orphan in his previous life, before he was a minor, in order to protect himself, he was very cruel. Like a young wolf that has not grown up, it uses 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 ready to sleep, but at this moment, Ximen Chuixue suddenly found that a figure appeared in his mind.

It’s not some bloody Simon Chuixue crushing woman and the like. Rather, a man, a cold man image.

Dressed in white, out of the ordinary. Looking at the man’s appearance, cold and calm. The face is as white as snow, black as carbon, the mouth is thin, the corners of the eyes are thin, and the eyebrows are also thin. In his hand he was holding a long sword with a black sheath in the form of a strange ancient form.

It is such a man image, looking at the image of this man in his mind, Ximen Chuixue’s mind automatically pops up a person’s name – Sword God: Ximen Chuixue!

“This, what’s going on? Why do I have the appearance of the sword god Ximen Blowing Snow in my mind. Just when Ximen Chuixue was stunned, the Ximen Blowing Snow in his mind moved….

Ximen Chuixue’s mind was blank, he couldn’t find any words to describe the sword he saw, he only knew that the sword was fast, he only knew that the sword was powerful. But how fast and how powerful it is, Ximen Chuixue can’t say.

Just sitting quietly, it seemed to be in a daze, in fact, at this time, Ximen Chuixue’s body and mind had been fully integrated into the sword before the sword god.

“Bang bang!”

I don’t know when, a knock on the door woke Ximen Chuixue up, looked up at the window, the early morning sunlight had shone in through the window, Ximen Chuixue actually sat so dumbfounded all night.

“Hey! Light snow! Hurry up and get up! If you don’t get up, you’ll be late for school! Lao Tzu, who was blowing snow in Ximen outside, shouted loudly outside.

Hearing his Laozi call himself like this, Ximen Chuixue’s face couldn’t help but show a sense of helplessness, inheriting this body, and the memory was completely integrated with the original owner, so Ximen Chuixue’s father was his father.

“Got it!” Ximen Chuixue replied casually.

Just wanted to get up, but Ximen Chuixue stumbled, almost fell, maintained the previous posture, and stood for a whole night, making Ximen Chuixue’s legs numb.

After rubbing his legs twice to dispel the numbness on his legs, Ximen Chuixue stood up.

After washing, Ximen Chuixue came to the living room.

In the living room, Lao Tzu, who was blowing snow in the living room, was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the newspaper, heard the movement, looked back at Ximen Blowing Snow, and couldn’t help frowning: “What’s wrong with your head?” ”

“It’s okay! Accidentally bumped it! Ximen Chuixue said lightly.

For the coldness of Ximen Blowing Snow, Lao Tzu of Ximen Blowing Snow was also unimpressed. Probably because of the living environment, often rejected and bullied. So the original Ximen Chuixue is a relatively cold and silent person.

“Oh, it’s okay, then let’s eat! It’s not too early! Saying that, Lao Tzu, who was blowing snow in Ximen, got up and came to the dining table.

There was a simple breakfast, bread and milk on the table. Ximen Chuixue was also unimpressed by this, because he had long been accustomed to it.

Face to face sitting in front of Lao Tzu, who was blowing snow in Ximen. Father and son began to enjoy breakfast.

Simon Chuixue didn’t know who his mother was, and he hadn’t seen his mother since he could remember. According to Lao Tzu of Ximen Chuixue, his mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to him.

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