Reborn as a rebellious son like a wolf

He lay there for more than an hour before digesting his current situation.

Leaning against the big rock next to him and sitting up vigorously, Tang Mo suppressed the shock in his heart and slowly accepted the fact that his body was not his own. Looking at his washed hands, they were really round and slender, with distinct bones and joints. Although he was thin, his hands had a heart on their backs, and their palms were incredibly soft. , according to the words in the photo book, this is definitely the hand of the rich and powerful in this life.

But that's true, if the original owner didn't commit suicide, wouldn't he be born into a wealthy family without worrying about food and clothing for the rest of his life?

After clearing the memories in his mind, Tang Mo had another headache. This bastard had the same name as him, but there was nothing like him.

Since childhood, under the deliberate praise and killing of his stepmother, he has been lawless and committed all kinds of evil things.

It's a good thing he has an inability to lift, otherwise he might have harmed many girls and other people's wives.

Looking at his crotch with a bitter face, Tang Mo wanted to cry but had no tears, but now, he was the one who didn't move.

What evil did he do in his previous life to meet such a master.

You said that if you let me live, you can find a better one. It’s okay to be older. He should have earned it, but you let me be reborn as a man who doesn’t move, or a bully full of evil. This is simply playing him.

Even if I did not benefit the common people in my previous life, at least I killed countless villains and rescued many hostages so that their families were not broken. He has no merit, but he has worked hard.

Alas, after a long sigh, he could only accept the reality and silently plan how to proceed next.

Now that he has come, let him rest in peace, at least for now, he is alive, and there is hope for him to live.

He is not a bully like the original owner, he is a man of integrity and will never kill himself.

Cuckoo. .His stomach protested against his lack of attention, and was urging him to eat.

After licking his somewhat dry lips, Tang Mo drank some clear river, not caring about bacteria.

The air here is very fresh, which means that it has not been polluted. He wants to find something to eat as soon as possible.

He accepted the reality as quickly as possible, and he had to leave this mountain forest before making plans.

Taking a deep breath, he barely stood up, took the wooden stick just now and propped himself away from the creek.

He has a memory of this mountain forest in his mind. It is a big mountain outside the town where he lives. His predecessor came here two years ago, so he probably knows where it is.

He quickly found a wild fruit, and saw that there were worms coming out, indicating that it was not poisonous, so he ate two with great peace of mind, which finally relieved his hunger a lot.

Under a big tree in the forest, he saw a few herbal medicines for detoxification, he was secretly happy, he tore them off, crumbled them and swallowed them.

The bitter taste filled his mouth, making him even hungrier.

After resting for a while, maybe there was a problem with the effect of the medicine, he felt much better, and his head was not so dizzy, so he stood up and continued to move forward.

The original owner's reputation is extremely bad in the town, if he breaks into someone's house at will, he may be beaten to death.The only solution now is to return to the original owner's home and make plans.

That stepmother still didn't dare to poison him openly at home. She was very famous and would never do anything to damage her loving stepmother in the open.He is not the original owner, without his stupidity, as long as he returns to the Tang family, he will have a chance to breathe.

Later things will be discussed later.

Tang Mo was very lucky, he didn't encounter wild dogs on the way out of the mountain, and set foot on the trail very smoothly.

After walking on the path for less than 10 minutes, he saw a small town with blue bricks and gray tiles. The town is very big, and everyone who comes and goes is wearing ancient clothes.

At this moment, Tang Mo really accepted that he was really reborn in ancient times.

Apart from Tang Mo's clean face, disheveled hair, and blood-stained prison uniform covered in mud, Tang Mo was as embarrassed as he could be.

When the people on the street saw who it was, they all gathered around and laughed at him, some even spat out their mouths, but the only thing they had in common was the expression of disgust on their faces.

Tang Mo didn't take it seriously, he had a strong psychological quality, so he didn't care about these spats and disgusts, and walked towards the Tang mansion.

From a distance, he saw white cloth and white lanterns hanging outside the Tang Mansion, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

Mrs. Wang really couldn't wait to announce the death of the original owner. I'm afraid my heart would have been full of joy, and I wish I could set off firecrackers to celebrate.

Mrs. Wang, I am not the original owner. You'd better not provoke me. I am a special soldier who was forcibly retired. It is his nature to be cruel.