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"Ouch!" At the corner of the dilapidated stables, a young man dressed in coarse hemp unconsciously groaned!

Zhao Yiming felt a burning pain all over his body. One pair of eyelids seemed to weigh at least a thousand kilograms, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep them open.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to slowly open his eyes. He was greeted by piles of rotten grass that reeked of rotten rot.

Liu Ming's eyes darkened and he fainted again. After a period of time, he opened his eyes again. This time, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Zhao Yiming opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of him in a daze. He could not help thinking, "What the hell is going on?" How did I become like this just because I watched a small movie? "

Zhao Yiming fell into deep thought. He was originally a poor loser on Earth. They were standard youths, without money, housing, or background.

As a result, we naturally have no girlfriends. All of our needs are handled by the five girls!" After playing a long game today, I was just about to watch a small movie to refresh my spirit.

He did not expect that the stray cat in the house that he was relying on for survival would be mixed in with the muddy water somewhere, jumping onto the table and violently flinging it about.

Zhao Yiming wanted to wipe the computer screen in a flurry, but he didn't expect an electric current to pass by. Then he was unconscious, and his last thought was, Who can tell me how the screen could have leaked electricity!

When Zhao Yiming woke up again, he was already here. Right now, he was feeling rather depressed, just like a goddess who had chased him for many years and finally agreed to have an intimate relationship with him. When everything was ready, she told him that his aunt was here.

He once again examined his coarse hemp clothes, feeling the pain on his body! He was finally sure that he was wearing it this time.

Zhao Yiming originally thought that he was sad, but after looking through the memories in his head, he suddenly realised that the body he was wearing was even more sad.

The identity of this body belonged to the youngest son of the Banyan City Family Head. However, the unlucky thing was that his mother was only a lowly servant girl, and he was completely the product of his father's drunken recklessness.

What was even more depressing was that he was actually a one in a million white Root Bone, unable to cultivate at all.

Divine Martial Continent was a world where strength reigned supreme, and the entire world followed the laws of the jungle! The law of the jungle was the main theme of this world. Only martial arts could control one's own destiny!

The Root Bone s in this world were divided into seven different levels, namely, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, cyan, blue, and purple. He was an unranked white Root Bone, and it was said that there had only been two of these abandoned Root Bone s in the past thousand years. In other words, he was just a standard piece of trash.

Without status, it was really an eye-opener for the heavens for a crippled Root Bone to be able to live so long.

Speaking of which, his father's Zhao Family and Family Head Zhao Hu, was also pretty good. The two of them were still barely alive, even though their lives didn't go as planned.

But the situation had changed dramatically a month ago, and his mother had died of fatigue. Leaving behind such a lonely child, he became a target for everyone in the family to train with.

Yesterday, before he could make way for Zhao Xingyu, he was kicked flying by his physique forging Triple Stage. He was then thrown into the stable and left to fend for himself.

In the end, he still could not escape this calamity, and was reborn from Zhao Yiming's possession. Zhao Yiming shook his head. Looking at the wounds on his body, he forced a smile.

As a diaosi of the new century, he had more than once fantasized about passing through! He was born into a rich family and became a foppish and carefree foppish young master. "But I never thought that I would be so miserable after my teleportation!

He was sighing to himself when he heard the sound of staggering footsteps. An old man in tattered clothes walked in with his back bent.

Information about the old man quickly surfaced in Zhao Yiming's mind. The old man was called Tang Yanjun, and was a gardener, and was one of the few people in the house who was good to the two of them.

Seeing that Zhao Yiming was not dead, Tang Yanjun's eyes were filled with tears. He kept muttering to himself, "Thank the heavens for protecting me. This poor child has finally survived."

Zhao Yiming moved his body with difficulty as he felt a burning pain all over his body. Every movement was like the pain of a knife slicing through one's heart.

Tang Yanjun hurriedly said: "Your child, quickly lie down and don't move. You must be hungry since you haven't eaten for the entire day and night. I still have a nest here, hurry up and eat! "

Zhao Yiming struggled to extend his hand and received the bite, but as soon as he did, he felt a wave of nausea. This nest had already turned sour, he couldn't eat it at all.

But thinking about the situation he was in, Zhao Yiming endured the resistance in his stomach in the end. Gritting his teeth, he bit into the nest and finally felt a bit of strength coming into his body.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard again as a few people barged in. The leader was a fierce-looking fellow. As he walked, he shouted, "Let's see if that trash is dead. If he's dead, then drag him to the back mountain to feed the dogs!"

This fellow was the head steward of the Zhao Family servants, Wu Zhengbo. He relied on his own elder brother, Wu Zhengxiong, to be the head guard of Zhao Family, and always acted mighty. Everyone called him Sha Bo in private.

"Hey, you're still alive, you piece of trash!" The Sha Bo was obviously shocked, but he immediately kicked Tang Yanjun to the ground and scolded him, "I knew it was because of your old grandpa, what are you doing here?"

Tang Yanjun didn't dare to retort at all, and crawled up from the ground while trembling. With his head lowered, Yan'Er disappeared without a trace, leaving only Zhao Yimu panting heavily.

The servant at the side cautiously asked, "Then what should we do now? "Manager!"

Sha Bo snorted from his nose, and kicked towards Zhao Yiming. He cursed out loud, "Get up before you die! Go out and work now!"

Zhao Yiming was already covered in injuries, this kick could be said to be adding fuel to the fire. It was so painful that his entire body trembled, but he didn't dare resist at all. He was just a cripple, but Sha Bo had the cultivation of Body Tempering Double Stage.

Zhao Yiming trembled as he crawled up. Just as he struggled to take two steps forward, Sha Bo kicked him again, sending him flying.