Rebirth of the third master of the ring of the Red Chamber

Jia Huan was born into a wealthy family. He was pampered and well-clothed since he was a child. After growing up, he was admitted to the most famous medical university in the country with excellent grades.But everyone is an apple bitten by God, and there are more or less shortcomings in his body.

Jia Huan, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, naturally has shortcomings, and he is not young.

He is a homosexual with pure zero attributes. He only has desire when facing tall and strong men—the desire to be overwhelmed by others.After the secret was exposed, he severed ties with his family and lived a peaceful and sweet life in seclusion with his boyfriend in a remote town.Just when he thought he could be happy forever, the doomsday broke out unexpectedly.

Fortunately, both Jia Huan and her boyfriend have become one-in-a-million superpowers. Unfortunately, Jia Huan's healing ability can only heal himself, and has no other use.Every time the body suffers a serious injury, this ability will become stronger. From the initial immunity to the zombie virus, to the rapid healing of wounds, and then to the regeneration of severed limbs, he finds that his strength is getting stronger and faster, His five senses became more and more acute, his body became stronger and stronger, and his boyfriend's eyes towards him became darker and darker.

He knows that his ability is unique, and although it is not aggressive, it is also crazy enough.Boyfriend calls this ability 'immortality'.Even if everyone in the world dies, Jia Huan can still survive to the end.

When he said this, the boyfriend's eyes flickered with fanatical predatory intent, as if he wanted to open his brain, extract this ability from his brain and take it for himself.

When he overheard his boyfriend discussing with the team members that he would contribute him to the country to develop a cure for the zombie virus, he escaped from the base overnight and has lived in isolation since then, wandering around.

He doesn't have such a great sentiment that he is willing to sacrifice himself to save the world.He just wants to live, even if he endures the loneliness of eternity and eternity, even if he goes through hardships and hardships.

Ten years have passed, and when Jia Huan thought he would become the last living human on earth, the god of doom suddenly descended.He ran into a zombie king, and it was a zombie king of the spiritual department. His brain was paralyzed and he lost control of his body. He could only watch helplessly as the zombie king led a group of zombies to bite his own flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood healed as soon as it was bitten off, and then healed after being bitten off... The sweet and wonderful smell of blood and the inexhaustible fresh meat attracted more zombies, and the high-pitched roar echoed over the ruined city, as if Celebrate a gluttonous feast.

Jia Huan tried to concentrate on getting rid of the Zombie Emperor's confinement. When his arm was finally able to move, a thin sharp claw pierced through the air, pierced his temple, and shattered the crystal nucleus hidden deep in his brain.

Jia Huan only felt a sharp pain, and the bright white light exploded in his eyes, then dimmed, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

It turns out that no one can live forever...

When he opened his eyes again, Jia Huan was lying on a large antique pineapple bed. The four bedposts were carved with intricate patterns such as magpies ascending branches, two dragons soaring, and three yangs Kaitai. The top was covered with a lotus-colored gauze bed. The curtain cuts off the sight of the outside world, and the soft sunlight permeates the fabric, dyeing this quiet and small space with warmth and tranquility.

Jia Huan twitched his nose, making sure that the faint incense wafting in the air was not his own illusion. Apart from the smell of dead bodies, he hadn't smelled anything else for a long time.The severe pain in his temples still persisted, and his limbs were limp and weak. He thought he was not dead and was saved by kind people, but when he lifted the bed curtain and saw the environment he was in, he immediately denied this answer.

In the last days, there is no such gorgeous and clean room, no such fresh air with a light fragrance, no plants that grow normally, and no sunlight without radiation... Staring dumbfounded at the severely shrunken white and tender hand in front of him, he vaguely realized that, Maybe I am no longer the original Jia Huan, and this is not the dark world either.

When Jia Huan was still immersed in the terrified emotions, a woman came from outside the door and sweared unbearably, "You're a scumbag, you've lost your conscience! It's too lazy to carry a schoolbag for me on weekdays. The cheap hoof made a wink and followed! What good did you get for moving a few boxes for her? Licked her rouge or entered her pussy? Beat me hard! I will give him away for nothing A straw mat!"

"Auntie, please forgive me! I know my mistake, I don't dare to do it anymore! Third Master, please save me!" The voice of a young man in the stage of changing his voice came, followed by the sound of falling sticks.

"Gag his mouth with cow dung!" The woman ordered in disgust.

The young man's mournful wailing turned into a muffled groan.

The mixed noises evoke the memories left in his mind, Jia Huan slowly put away his horrified expression, and smiled playfully.

He was still called Jia Huan, but it wasn't Jia Huan.Now he is the out-and-out buffoon in Cao Xueqin's works, Jia Huan, the little frozen cat with singed fur, who is wretched, vulgar, vicious, and disgusting to everyone.

Today, Jia Huan is only seven years old. Because there is no one to discipline him, he likes to play wildly in the garden, dig birds from trees, fish in ponds, and go to those steep and remote places.In the past, it was okay to have a young servant with him, but today Baoyu's maid, Bihen Tanyun, was passing by carrying a large box. Lying down on the ground, his temple was knocked against a stone, and a big bloody gash was broken, leaving only the air out but no air in.

The daughter didn't recognize herself, but she was the only lifeline left. The doctor bandaged the wound and said, "Do your best to obey the destiny", and Aunt Zhao went crazy. She didn't ask Mrs. Wang for instructions, and started a lynching in her own yard.Although she couldn't control the servants in the courtyard, killing the master was a serious crime. She said she would beat them, but the others agreed after hesitating for a while. They only used a little skill when they lowered the stick. It sounded heavy, but it didn't How to hurt your muscles.

Although Duofu's parents died early, there was an older sister, Caiming, who worked in front of Lian's second grandmother. Whenever she had to register accounts, roll call, read Chongshu, etc., Lian's second grandmother relied on her.

Aunt Zhao didn't know the root cause, she opened the door and walked in out of anger, met a pair of dark eyes, and immediately cried out in surprise, "Son, you finally woke up! If you go, the rest of Auntie will die." What should we do? The slaves have turned the world upside down. In the past, we didn’t pay attention to our mothers. If it weren’t for them, how could you have such a calamity? This time, you must not be coaxed by him with a few words of forgiveness! Look at me Don't beat him to death so that others will know that you are also the serious master of this Jia family..."

Aunt Zhao hugged her son, crying and cursing.

Duofu was usually slack towards Jia Huan, his words were contemptuous and rude, and his behavior did not distinguish between superior and inferior, but he was eloquent and would come to trouble. Several times when Jia Huan was annoyed, he coaxed Jia Huan with a few words and gave him a straw woven grasshopper. Mixed in the past.For a long time, Jia Huan was captured, and he obeyed and obeyed his words, so that he was neither master nor slave, and there was no rule at all.

Seeing Jia Huan woke up at this moment, he spit out the mud balls and cow dung in his mouth, stretched his neck and screamed like a pig, "Third Master, you will spare Duofu this time, and Duofu's life will be yours in the future." Yes, I will never dare to have a single complaint for being an ox and a horse for you in this life..."

Jia Huan's position in Jia's mansion was awkward, he couldn't afford the master's money most of all, and he was still young and his ears were weak, so any third-class girl around Baoyu would dare to bully him.The slave playing the board expected that Jia Huan would let go, so he stopped.

Duofu broke free from restraint, and crawled into the house begging for mercy.

Aunt Zhao stood up suddenly, and screamed, "Pull him out and continue beating! What's the matter? I can't control you anymore, can I? Today he caused my son to be seriously injured and near death, even if it means breaking the sky, it is his own fault." Hit, keep beating me! Only if you kill him!" Then he stepped forward, picked up a feather duster, and whipped it at the front of Duofu.

Duofu begged for forgiveness while covering his head to avoid, but the girl and mother-in-law next to him tried to dissuade and persuade, making a fuss.

Jia Huan (hereinafter collectively referred to as) has experienced more than ten years in the apocalypse. He lives in endless killings every day. available.

He already had a headache, so he couldn't hear the noise, so he picked up a porcelain bottle beside the bed and threw it at the crowd.The porcelain bottle accurately hit Duofu's head, and immediately his skin was ripped apart and blood flowed profusely, describing it as horrific.

Duofu slumped with an oops, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, and the room fell silent instantly.

"The retribution has been paid, sweep him out. You go too, I want to sleep!" Jia Huan's tone was light.The throw just now exhausted all his strength, and now he needs to meditate to recover his vitality, and he also has to think about how to go in the future.

He is clearly a child of Zongjiao, his pale face is still full of childishness, but the innocence, cowardice, and stubbornness before are gone in his eyes. The pure black pupils occupy most of the whites of the eyes, making these eyes as deep as black holes, revealing Unexplainable coolness.And the action just now was unprecedentedly swift and resolute. This evil report is like a ghost boy who wants to ask for his life.

The servants came out in a single file only as promised, with rare respect on their faces.

Aunt Zhao came to the bed and wanted to speak, but Jia Huan looked at her with a cold tone, "Get out!" He was not the real Jia Huan, so naturally he would not have any admiration for Aunt Zhao.

Seeing that her son's eyes were closed and his face was very pale and weak, Aunt Zhao had no choice but to go out.She was already angry and didn't notice anything strange about her son, she just hated herself for not thinking of smashing Duofu with a bottle earlier, so she could personally dispel the resentment in her heart.

When the outside was quiet, Jia Huan opened his eyes, scratched a small wound on the back of his hand with his nails, and licked off the slowly oozing blood.But in an instant, the wound disappeared without a trace, and the skin was still as white, tender and smooth as before.He raised his hand to lightly touch the gauze around his ear, and felt the sharp pain in his temple was still there, and a familiar warmth squirmed in the flesh and blood, which was the supernatural power repairing the wound.

The ability is still there, but the level has dropped to the primary level. This kind of injury used to be healed in a blink of an eye, but now it takes two or three days.Jia Huan was not depressed, and slowly let go of the big stone in his heart.

Some scholars have analyzed that the types of abilities obtained by the supernatural beings are closely related to their thoughts and personalities.Jia Huan's ability is called 'immortality', which shows his obsession with 'living'.Even though this supernatural ability has brought him endless troubles and pains, as long as he is alive, his heart will be filled with gratitude for the love of God.He will try his best to hide his special features, but he will not give up the opportunity to become stronger because he is afraid of being exposed.

For Jia Huan, the peaceful and prosperous age described in Dream of the Red Chamber is like a paradise.But he was so desperate that the Jia Mansion he joined had already begun to crumble.It is imperative to leave Jia's mansion before the collapse of the building and set up your own house, but Jia Huan is only seven years old, has no strength to restrain a chicken, and is penniless and ignorant, how can he leave?

It's not too late to cultivate supernatural powers first, and then find a way out. It's still far away from Jia's family raiding his home!With such thoughts in mind, Jia Huan fell into a deep sleep on the soft pillow of the high bed after a long absence.

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