This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

Night home……

Night Xuan looked at the pattern of the room full of "himself" and the posters and stickers on the wall, and the aircraft models of the carrier, and he just felt a bit of a headache, and he looked at the butler uncertainly: “Are you sure this is my room? ”

Is the lord so horrible? Make your room look like a puppet hole. Can you sleep tonight?

“Can I switch rooms? Or move all this stuff away.” Night Xuan rubbed his eyebrows.

“Young Master, don't you like these??” The butler was somewhat surprised that these things used to be Night Xuan's Baby, if anyone touched them more, he had to find someone to fight for.

“Don't like it!” Night Xuan nodded seriously.

“Yes!” the housekeeper called the servants and told them to put all these manners away. If the young master recovers his memory in the future, it would be miserable not to find them.

Later, the butler changed all the cool curtains and sheets to black, white and grey, according to the meaning of Night Xuan Morning.

Shortly afterwards, Cheng Yalin and Night Yuanzhong returned home. I was surprised to see this scene, but neither of them said anything.

Because in their view, memory loss is a good thing for Night Xuan as long as his life is not in danger.

In the past, their husband and wife were always busy with the business of the company. Since childhood, they barely cared about their son, which led to the rebellion of the Night Xuan Morning. After this accident, they thought about it. They must spend more time on their son in the future.

Thus, for the next three days, the Night Xuan morning was spent with the utmost love of “parents", and the Night Xuan morning also had a general understanding of the world.

Turns out, people in this world can't practise at all. Their most powerful thing is “technology”. I still admire it from the heart at night!

And that “hand chicken”, it's like a powerful magic treasure, almost everything, but he feels that it doesn't do much to himself, after all, it can't be used to cultivate...

It's a lovely day, and the evening Xuan morning stretches out a lazy waist, lying in a lounger in the garden, trying to feel the thin spirit in the air.

Like the results of these nights, the spiritual energy around him is too thin to guide him at all...

Oh...

Silent sigh, some of the heart of the night Xuan morning was struck. In fact, even if he succeeded in introducing the spirit into the body, according to the spirit of this modern world, even if he practiced all his life, he would not reach the height of the previous life.

In other words, he will most likely stay here forever...

“Whatever. Walk one step at a time.” Night Xuan put aside those annoying things in her head and comforted herself: “I've always had good luck. If Ling Tian were here, wouldn't I have made a fortune? ”

Surely, thinking about it, the mood is instant.

Footsteps came from behind. Night Xuan's ears moved, not his parents', not the butler's, not even the servant's, it was a strange step...

Night Xuan turned his head and locked his eyes on the man who wanted to come on his side. Around twenties years old, his skin was quite white, and he was wearing a pair of glasses. He looked quite Sven.

But the moment Night Xuan saw the man, a resentment arose in his heart, and he had the urge to break the man in front of him into pieces!

Hmm?

How could he have such a strong resentment when he frowned?

No, I mean, why is this body, the original owner, suddenly showing such strong resentment?