Chapter 1985

In front of Song Fei, Feng's lifeless transparent body floats quietly. This young man with a strong face but often a cynical expression looks around with deep surprise and shock. He looks around and whispers: "I'm not dead? I really have a soul."

Then, Feng lifeless looked up at Song Fei and said with shock, "can you see me, meet my wishes and let me have a good baby?"

Song Fei said faintly, "no doubt, I have the ability to do it."

Feng Wuming said, "since that's the case, why don't you arrange for yourself to cast a good tire."

Song Fei chuckled: "my skills come from hard work. Why do I want to stay close and go far."

Feng wusheng didn't know whether he understood it or not. His face also showed a nostalgic look. He whispered, "I can't let go of my wife. She's just three months pregnant. I just want to have a chance to take care of her."

Ordinary words that can't be more ordinary moved Song Fei. A man who loves his family still set foot on the battlefield and sacrificed his life on the battlefield. With his strength, if he was careful and didn't work so hard, he shouldn't have died so soon.

Let him return to the sun, Song Fei has the ability to do it, but he doesn't want to break the rules of the world and put too many things that people can't imagine in the world. In the final analysis, Song Fei still cares about the world and doesn't want him to become something he doesn't know.

Song Fei said, "I can let you reincarnate a rich family and enjoy prosperity in your next life."

Feng Wuming said, "wealth is like a floating cloud. It will become empty in the blink of an eye. It doesn't increase happiness, longevity and wealth. It's not worth fighting corruption, essence and spirit."

Song Fei then said, "I can give you to practice Kung Fu, so that when you are born, you will be born with Kung Fu in a world with abundant aura. Then I will give you a body protection magic weapon, so that you will be born with great prosperity and become a peerless genius. Foundation building experts are like clouds in your eyes and respected by hundreds of millions of people."

The wind's lifeless eyes lit up and said, "if so, can you keep the memory of this world?"

Song Fei replied lightly, "no, it's a new life. You have your new parents and new relatives."

Feng Wuming sighed, "what's the difference between that and death? If you lose your memory, it's not me anymore. Don't forget it."

Song Fei said, "do you regret it?"

Feng wusheng said, "what regret do you have when you kill the enemy on the battlefield? You are ready to die when you come. Regret and regret are two kinds of things."

Seinfeld Road: "Well, since you can't let it go, I'll help you for your sake. At the foot of Wudang Mountain, your sect, there is a poor farmer whose husband and wife are over 50. Unfortunately, his son is gambling and owes a huge debt. He was killed this morning because he can't repay it. I can let you borrow the body to pay back the sun, continue to live as his son, and give you a more advanced cultivation The method of refining. His son Chen Axiu is twenty-five years old. You can practice again with his body, or you can pursue your wife and take care of your children again. But one thing, you are not allowed to reveal your true identity. You can do it. "

The wind's lifeless expression suddenly became excited: "can it really be like that?"

Song Fei said, "if you like, go now."

The rebellious wind knelt down to the ground and said to Song Fei, "thank you for your success."

Song Fei waved his right hand. Feng's lifeless soul felt an irresistible force. In the twinkling of an eye, it flew over thousands of mountains and rivers and saw the familiar Wudang Mountain. An old house at the foot of the mountain was covered with white cloth for a funeral. Feng's lifeless body entered an ordinary young man's body uncontrollably, and then opened his eyes.

Feng wusheng got up from the mourning hall and took the lead in touching his heartbeat. He found that his body really had a heartbeat.

"Pretending to be a corpse." suddenly, Feng wusheng heard the shrill cry in his ear. Then countless people looked at him with frightened eyes and ran out of the mourning hall frantically.

"Really live, like a dream." Feng wusheng whispered softly, and then said with a bitter smile, "that man has such means. No wonder he is so light. People with this ability are far beyond my knowledge. Where do we need our help?"

After a while, Feng wusheng smiled and said, "it's so good that I don't have to worry. It's just a pity that I can't see the expression of those foreign powers when they meet him. It's a pity."

In Feng wusheng's ear, Song Fei's voice came: "under the peach tree in your backyard, there is a small porcelain vase half a meter deep. You can be reborn after taking the pill from the small porcelain vase. Your talent is far more than before. There is another cultivation skill that allows you to practice again. Remember your commitment."

The ethereal sound disappeared, making the wind throb more lifeless. Thousands of miles away, bury the skill pill in your backyard? Such a means can be called a fairy.

"Ah Xiu, my ah Xiu." at the door of the mourning hall, a man and a woman shouted tears at Feng wusheng. Both of them are only 50 years old, but they look much older and full of wrinkles because of their perennial agricultural work.

Parents? Feng has no life. He is an orphan and has never enjoyed his parents' feelings, but I don't know whether he feels warm inside under the influence of his body.

Since then, there has been a legend at the foot of Wudang Mountain. The story of a young man who became a late bloomer and then crossed the lake. Many years later, when people talked about this young man, they shook their heads and felt some inexplicable. Facing countless enchanting beauties, the young man was unmoved, but he pursued a widow in Wudang and a widow with a son. But it was strange Unfortunately, the widow was unmoved. In the face of such an excellent young man, she would rather live by the photos of her dead husband.

There is a wonderful person in the Jianghu, a wonderful feeling, and a moving legend and wonderful story. If his deeds are written into an experience, it will be a thick book.

"Come on, I'll give you a wish. Who do you want to be?" Song Fei repeated on the top of the mountain. This time, he was facing another dead soul.

Most people choose to start a new life and choose to be a genius in other worlds. Because of the requirements of these people, there are more talents and legends in many aspects. Relying on the details at birth, many people become the people who call the wind and rain in their world.

But those people in the world can't think of it. Those extraordinary talents in their eyes just defend a person they don't know well because of a war.

"The battle is really getting fiercer and fiercer." Song Fei looked at the foot of the mountain and whispered.

Today, most of the experts below the congenital level have been lost. Li Tianyun and others are also injured. There are more and more strong overseas people at the foot of the mountain, including wizards, ninjas, head lowering masters from Southeast Asian countries, and clergy from the Holy See.