Could it be someone else's voice?

Liancheng said another eloquently, it was still so ugly, just like the one just now.

Lian Chengya was anxious. He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were very heavy, as if they were stuck with strong glue.

He gritted his teeth and worked hard for a long time before finally opening his eyes.

The dazzling sunlight outside the window made his eyes hurt. He reached out to block his eyes. After a while, he waited until his eyes adapted and then put down his hands.

Liancheng Yashi saw the window at first sight, very familiar... so familiar.

The next second he found himself lying on the floor. He turned his head to look at the right side. The quilt on the bed was lifted up, and half of it fell to the ground. Lian Cheng twitched his lips. He fell off the bed just now, right? No wonder

So painful.

He rubbed his knees and got up from the floor, and quickly looked around. All the decorations in the room were so familiar that he felt strange. Damn, this... isn't this his room? It's his room in the old house in Liancheng.

Soon Liancheng felt something was wrong, because there was a photo frame on the table indoors, and inside the photo frame was a photo of him, a very young photo.

Lian Chengya quickly shook his head, no, these decorations were from a long time ago, probably... were... high school years?

Lian Cheng was so confused that he was dreaming, how could he be here?

He should be on the mountain, he should be lying on the test bench and exchanged blood with Meow Meow.

Just now, Rongyan was still holding his hand and talking. What about his wife now? Why is it suddenly gone?

Lian Chengya felt a headache, so he reached out to rub it. After taking the touch of his forehead, the pain felt even more severe. Moreover, he seemed to have touched a bandage just now?

Bandage? When did he get injured?

Lian Cheng Yazhi touched her again and indeed touched a piece of gauze.

He cursed and walked into the bathroom, wanting to see what was going on?

As a result, Lian Chengya was stunned again when standing in front of the mirror.

If it weren't for him being a man, if it weren't for him being calm, he would have screamed now.

After a long time, Lian Chengya finally reacted. He reached out to touch his face, but there was still a surprise that did not retreat in his eyes.

Originally, a handsome uncle in his early 30s in the mirror, but now he has become a fledgling boy.

Lian Cheng remembers it very clearly. This is his appearance at the age of 17, with a handsome and immature face and a childish look. He is just 1.79 meters tall and has not yet broken through 1.8 meters.

17 is a youthful and embarrassing age, less than one year old, and he is really wandering between adults and teenagers.

It's an agitation.

It’s also... when you don’t care about anything, don’t put anything in your eyes, and look down on everything.

Lian Chengya frowned. No wonder he heard his voice hoarse and unpleasant.

Now he is at the end of the voice change period, and the voice change has not yet been completed, so it is naturally unpleasant.

Just when Liancheng Ya was depressed, suddenly a sharp pain in his forehead, and Master Xu's voice came out of nowhere: Give you a chance to fulfill your regrets, take advantage of this time to grasp it clearly and make a clear difference with reality.

Lost yourself.

What is the regret that Lian Chengya is worried about? Of course, it is his appearance.

only--

Lian Chengya gritted his teeth: "Master Xu Si, how can you be sure to send you 17 years old? Even if it's a pity, this time is not right?"

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Chapter completed!