Man's "wife" crisis

Han Xiaoqin is not dead?No!impossible!This person is definitely not Han Xiaoqin!

Han Xiaomo took a step back, but the girl who looked exactly like Han Xiaoqin stepped forward, took his hand, and smiled tenderly, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Han Xiaomo didn't know how to speak, he was not the Yuqing they said, if someone caught him talking nonsense, he didn't know what the other party would do to him.

"Master Yuqing, don't be nervous, I won't eat you..." Yuji smiled lightly and took Han Xiaomo's hand, leading him to the back door of the thatched cottage, "It's not early, Master Yuqing has gone out for a day today, it's time to report to the ancestors." The witch has prayed, please take a bath first."

After all, she pushed lightly, and Han Xiaomo fell into the cold lake!

With a splash, water splashed everywhere, and Han Xiaomo waved his hands nervously, but soon his toes touched the ground.

He stood up from the water in embarrassment, and heard Yuji's hearty laughter.

She smiled and left the lake, and the surroundings suddenly calmed down.

Han Xiaomo soaked in the cool water, looking through the water, looking at himself dressed like a savage.

Although the face is exactly the same, he knows that this is not his body.

His complexion is far from healthy...

His hair was slightly wet, and water dripped down his chin. Han Xiaomo sighed softly, and touched the black mark on his chest again.

What does this mark represent?Who is that singing person?Could it be that he is the master of this body?

A person who looks exactly like himself in another time and space, and can share the same body with him... Isn't there only one possibility - his previous life!

Han Xiaomo was taken aback for a moment, as if he had figured out something.

Perhaps, they came to a certain generation's previous life through that mirror, so Han Hansheng would naturally be here, and in another identity.

"Uncle..." Han Xiaomo frowned unconsciously, a sad face was reflected on the water.

"Are you... missing me?" Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice, leisurely behind him.

"Uncle?" Han Xiaomo immediately turned around, but he was the only one on the empty lake, and occasionally a few birds flew by.

Just when he wondered if he was hallucinating just now, he suddenly felt someone approaching behind him, extremely fast!

Before he could turn around completely, his body was embraced by a pair of strong arms!

A familiar smell wafted into his nostrils, making Han Xiaomo's heart feel at ease.

"Since you miss me, why don't you come to see me?" The man said with a bit of resentment, but gently stroked Han Xiaomo's back with his hand, looking very intimate, "You know how much I will miss you if I don't see you...... How cruel, Qing."

This person is not Han Hansheng!

Han Xiaomo was startled, and hurriedly pushed away the man who was holding him. After a closer look, the man looked exactly like Han Hansheng, but with a domineering look that Han Hansheng seldom showed.

His hair is a dazzling fiery red, and even the color of his eyeballs is different from ordinary people, revealing a touch of golden yellow...

This is... Han Hansheng from his previous life?No matter how you look at it, you don't look like an ordinary human being. Did you practice some kind of spells and become obsessed with it?

Or is it that the great witches in ancient times... all looked different from ordinary people?

"What's the matter? Are you unhappy to see me?" The man looked at Han Xiaomo with a hurt expression. Seeing such an expression on his familiar face, Han Xiaomo felt shudder all over.

Really, Han Hansheng would never do this...

"What is this..." The man suddenly stepped forward and pointed at Han Xiaomo's chest. Han Xiaomo hurriedly avoided, but was caught by the man and dragged in front of him.

"This is..." The man's eyes widened in surprise, and he didn't know if he touched Han Xiaomo's chest on purpose. Han Xiaomo's face turned red, and he struggled hastily, "Let go!"

He quickly broke free from the man's strong hand, but the man stood still, staring at him.

"Aren't you Yuqing herself?" He suddenly asked coldly, "You just occupied his body."

Han Xiaomo immediately became vigilant, covered his chest, and stared back at the other party, fearing that the other party would make a sudden attack.

But the man had no intention of attacking him at all, he just sighed, "He actually lost... I really didn't expect it. You are from another time and space, right?"

Seeing that the man knew him so well, Han Xiaomo couldn't veto it, so he nodded.

"Or...in fact, you are the reincarnation of Yuqing, you two have exactly the same appearance, voice, and temper!" The man suddenly smiled, his handsome face was covered with brilliant narcissistic light, "Even your love for me is different!" It hasn't changed, has it?"

Is this person really Han Hansheng's past life?The difference in personality is so big... Han Xiaomo couldn't help thinking, but the man seemed to know what he was thinking, raised his eyebrows at Han Xiaomo, "Don't you think I'm much better than that idiot?"

"Have you seen Uncle? Where is he?" Han Xiaomo hurriedly asked, the man turned around and pointed to his neck.

Only then did Han Xiaomo realize that there was also a circular tattoo on the back of the opponent's head, but it was red.

"Since you have to possess Yuqing, where do you think he should possess?" The man asked with a smile, and before Han Xiaomo could answer, he said the answer word by word, "Of course it is in me, here!"

"It's just..." The man suddenly turned around, with a sinister expression on his face, "He lost with me, so this body is still controlled by me. And you..."

The man looked Han Xiaomo up and down, with a sense of curiosity, "I didn't expect your ability to surpass Yuqing, you really deserve to be his reincarnation! But don't worry, I will treat you equally, because I will love you forever, no matter what happens to me. What is your life in front of you..."

After all, the man came forward and wanted to hug Han Xiaomo, but Han Xiaomo avoided him.

"Qing?" The man who claimed to be Han Hansheng's previous life held his breath and turned to look at Han Xiaomo.

"I'm not him, and you're not my uncle, so... please don't touch me." Han Xiaomo warned the other party coldly, biting his own finger at the same time, ready to attack the other party at any time.

At this time, he didn't have any props, and even the corn was left at home in that time and space.

The only thing he can use is his own blood...or rather, Yuqing's blood.

"You..." The man's expression was a bit gloomy, revealing his dissatisfaction, "Even if it's you, you can't hurt Yuqing's body at will! He belongs to me, and every part of his body, hair, and skin belongs to me , when using this body, I hope you can respect my meaning."

Han Xiaomo's face flushed slightly, this kind of words made him have countless daydreams.

What is the relationship between Han Hansheng in his previous life and himself?Could it be... that I was already a sorcerer enshrining the great witch in my previous life?Instead of a witch?

Then... That Yuqing and this Han Hansheng also had a physical relationship in their previous lives?

"And..." As soon as the man finished saying these two words, Han Xiaomo felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and water splashed out. After that, the man had already rushed in front of him, tightly holding his bitten finger .

The opponent's strength was too great, and Han Xiaomo couldn't pull out his hand at all. He could only watch the man lick away the blood from his hand, and then smiled evilly at him, "Don't forget your identity! Yuqing is He can't refuse me, if it wasn't for me, he would have no place in the tribe at all, in order to protect his so-called clansmen, for his status in the tribe..."

The man suddenly cut Han Xiaomo's hand behind his back, pressed him against the stone beside him, and continued to whisper behind him, "He must offer his body to me, which is also true for you now. the same……"

After finishing speaking, a cold hand penetrated into the animal fur on Han Xiaomo's body, touching his smooth butt wantonly.

"Don't touch me!" Han Xiaomo roared angrily. Although he had the same appearance and perhaps the same soul, he just couldn't accept Han Hansheng who looked like this.

Even if this person is really his previous life... What he likes is the person he has known since he was a child, not the arrogant guy in front of him.

"Hey, look up!" The man seemed impatient, pulling Han Xiaomo's hair and making him look up at the mountains not far away.

In the mountains, thick smoke continued to rise, which was exactly what Han Xiaomo had seen before.

It turned out that it was not cooking smoke, but a mountain fire!

"The sky has been on fire recently, who do you think is keeping this village safe and sound? Huh?" The man's tone was very bad, as if he had reached the limit of his patience, "If you continue to be arrogant and rude to me like this, I won't bother you anymore. These villagers, let the sky fire burn them all! At that time, you will lose your home and have no one to rely on..."

"That's none of my business?" Han Xiaomo suddenly turned around, revealing a sarcastic smile, which deeply hurt the man's eyes.

The man couldn't help being taken aback, he seemed to have forgotten that the person in front of him was not the usual Yuqing who let himself be trampled on and devoted himself to the tribe.

He looked into his own eyes without fear...

"The life and death of those villagers has nothing to do with me. I was not born for them." Han Xiaomo whispered, these are all Yuqing's responsibilities, don't think that they can be shirked on him.

"Then why were you born?" The man couldn't help sneering, "I really can't imagine what kind of ambition such Yuqing will have after reincarnation. He is a guy who is dedicated to the tribe."

"I'm just for...uncle..." Han Xiaomo replied in a low voice, and in an instant, the man's arm that was holding him loosened.

Turning around, Han Xiaomo found that the man had a shocked expression on his face, as if he hadn't expected him to answer like this at all!

"You...you say it again?" The man's voice trembled a little, and he didn't know whether it was because of surprise or joy.

"I'm only for my uncle, other people have nothing to do with me..." Han Xiaomo replied firmly, the man took a step back, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed.

The laughter was loud and deafening, and the man's expression became much softer. It seemed that his mood had been lifted.