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Douluo Continent, South Of Nuoding City, Saint Spirit Village.
The early morning at the end of spring is still filled with wisps of mist, bringing a chilling sensation.
The slanting sunlight, however, is like a loving mother, gently embracing all things on earth, bringing vitality and warmth to the new day.
Inside a small wooden house, eight or nine children stood in a line with restrained expressions.
Standing in front of them was a handsome young man in white close-fitting attire.
Embroidered in the center of his chest was a fist-sized character for 'Spirit', and behind him was a black cloak. In the upper left position of the 'Spirit' character was a badge with three crossed longswords.
At the very end of the nine children, Nangong Lingyun's expression was blank, his heart filled with surprise and uncertainty as he thought to himself:
"What's going on? One second I was still typing on the keyboard, isn't this dream a little too sudden?"
"Also, this person's attire… Why does it feel so familiar?"
After a moment of confusion, Nangong Lingyun subconsciously scanned his surroundings.
Soon, he discovered that on a plaque above the young man's head, the words 'Nuoding City Spirit Hall Saint Spirit Village Branch' were engraved, covered in dust.
Looking down again, he saw his tiny little hands, tiny little feet, and tiny little…
Especially when he thought about the original identity of the protagonist of his new book before he transmigrated, a shameless author himself, plus the way the protagonist transmigrated at the beginning, dying from overexcitement.
His little heart suddenly started pounding uncontrollably.
His expression seemed calm, but in reality, he was completely in a state of shock and disbelief.
As a web novelist, writing a Douluo fanfiction,
if he still didn't realize what was happening, his awareness would be too slow.
However, when the plot in the novel appeared in reality, especially the extremely absurd plot of transmigrating into the book World, the great sense of absurdity even overwhelmed the surprise.
Nangong Lingyun quietly put his hands down and pinched his thigh hard from the side.
Feeling the burning pain, confirming that he didn't have delusions or some kind of more realistic dream,
in an instant, the blood in his body surged wildly towards the top of his head, rushing until his whole person felt a little dizzy.
Numerous thoughts and voices were intertwined in his heart.
People who haven't experienced transmigration don't know,
the feeling after suddenly realizing that you've transmigrated is really very magical, wonderful, and mysterious.
It seems that in this instant, even the surrounding time and space suddenly slowed down, and consciousness also entered some kind of unspeakable, frame-by-frame slow-motion bullet time.
All other sounds disappeared, leaving only the violently beating heart, hammering until the entire chest felt a little faintly painful.
Transmigration was already an extremely lucky thing.
What made Nangong Lingyun even more unable to suppress his excitement and exhilaration was that he had even transmigrated into the fanfiction he had created for himself, with himself as the protagonist,
becoming the protagonist inside.
You must know that this is a thorough cheat-filled, refreshing novel,
a full 1080-degree no-dead-angle refreshing experience, an extremely refreshing, super refreshing, and enhanced refreshing experience that you can't stop at all.
Especially the Douluo World,
although it is ridiculed by netizens as a hydrogen World, a romance-brained continent, the floor tiles or even the sewers of the Xuanhuan World.
But for transmigrators, it is undoubtedly one of the best novice villages.
The difficulty is low, there are many beauties, the plot is simple, the supporting characters have their own intelligence-reducing halo, and the most important thing is that they can live forever.
If the forbidden zone Supreme beings who can cover the sky with a flick of their fingers saw this, I'm afraid they would curse out all the dirty words they have learned in their lives.
Damn it, is there any justice left (broken voice)?
After a brief moment of absent-mindedness, Nangong Lingyun immediately warned himself in his heart:
"Calm down, you must, must, must be calm, Xuanhuan World, you must not let others see even a trace of abnormality,
the esteemed readers hate those who are easily alarmed, who have never seen the World, and who are mentally retarded the most.
Moreover, if the plot of writing a novel goes wrong, at worst you won't make money or you'll be scolded for failing, but if you mess up in the real World, you'll lose your life.
Isn't it just transmigration?
How many tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of new graves don't the orphanages of a certain point, a certain Lu, and a certain eggplant add every year? How normal is that."
Also under this kind of thought, although Nangong Lingyun's heart was surging with waves of shock,
relying on his strong self-control, he stood there blankly and did not move randomly.
Lowering his eyes, his expression remained calm, and he did not make any abnormal sounds.
He is not only an author, but also a veteran bookworm.
The protagonist being too mindless, lacking basic awareness of danger, casually talking to himself, or exposing his identity or confidential information by going crazy are all major poisonous points that have been marked as important in the past.
At this moment, the only thing slightly unusual about him,
may be that his small face, which is full of heroic spirit at a young age and gives people a sense of vigor, is a little flushed.
But facing the major event of Spirit Awakening, which is about to determine one's life's destiny,
nervousness, excitement, and anticipation are normal human emotions.
Su Yuntao, who was busy dealing with Old Jack, the other children waiting to awaken their Spirits, including the unhuman little bastards, all didn't notice.
After gradually controlling his emotions, Nangong Lingyun raised his head again, curiously looking around.
Excluding himself, there were eight children next to him, most of their faces flushed with strange expressions,
some were so excited that their faces were red, some were so nervous that they were pale, and some were trembling all over.
Obviously, even in this remote mountain village, they understood what Spirit Awakening meant to them.
It was almost the only opportunity in life to cross classes and become nobles and people above people.
Among all the people, there was one child who was particularly conspicuous.
He was dark-skinned, wearing a linen cloth dress that didn't even have patches, with obvious holes, and covered with various stains.
His hair had not been combed or washed for who knows how long, congealing into clumps, intertwined and messy like a pile of weeds.
Especially that smell,
it was as if he lived in a pigsty all year round, with countless disgusting odors emanating from his body, making people want to vomit when they got close.
The most important thing was his expression and eyes, extremely cold, indifferent, and arrogant,
indifferent to everything around him, rejecting people thousands of miles away.
Needless to say, this is the famous Tang Fo Zu, the cold-blooded killer who turned Bing Qing Yu Jie into a derogatory term.
After he appeared, whoever was praised for being Bing Qing Yu Jie would instantly feel 10,000% disgusted, comparable to being scolded as a little Japanese.
Seeing this scene, Nangong Lingyun immediately curled his lips and thought silently in his heart:
"At this time, presumably the others have already been labeled as snobbish, right?"
Then, he subconsciously moved his feet to the side, as the smell was a little too unbearable.
But his action made Tang San suddenly turn his head, a hint of suppressed anger flashing in his eyes.
Nangong Lingyun was stunned when he saw this, and a funny voice suddenly sounded in his heart.
"Yo, am I seeking death?
Tsk tsk tsk, he really is Bing Qing Yu Jie, 999, he's 6 to the max.
If I were still writing a book, seeing this plot, wouldn't the readers have to say that the bloodline is pure?"