The Lord's Road to Superstar

Spreading out his palm, a trace of disappointment flashed in Ling Feibai's deep pupils.

No, not even a trace of aura.

Since waking up in this world a year ago, his previous cultivation has been completely dissipated, leaving only the level of Qi training period. He found that the spiritual energy in this world is so thin that it takes a lot of trouble to even make a clean dust formula. Well, a few months ago, he set up a small spirit gathering array, which only gathered a small group of spiritual energy, not to mention that he still wanted to rely on these spiritual energy to improve his cultivation.

It's really back to before liberation.

Thinking of the ninety-nine and eighty-one thunder calamities in his previous life, the cultivators who did not know where they got the news came one after another, taking advantage of the opportunity to make trouble, and it was not in vain for their thousands of years of forbearance, Ling Feibai In the end, it still failed to escape the thunder calamity and hundreds of people fiercely pinched it, and it perished.

However, at the last moment of his death, Dao Xiao, he tried his best to get out, detonating the body that had been tempered through hundreds of battles, and all the monks who tried to take advantage of the chaos to seize the treasure when he died were killed. Not being able to escape can be regarded as a relief of his own bad breath.

Even if you die, you have to drag a few guys to be buried with you. This is Ling Feibai's style of never participating in black and white, but living recklessly.

When I woke up with my eyes closed and then opened, there was a completely strange world in front of me.

Only then did he realize that he was attached to a small body.

This little boy's body meridians are sluggish, qi and blood are stagnant, and the turbid qi in his body is thick, especially in the brain, which is extremely dull and painful, making him extremely uncomfortable.

The soul of this body itself is incomplete, and now it has dissipated and entered reincarnation. It can be regarded as Ling Feibai borrowed a body, but the soul and this body are integrated very well, which still makes him quite satisfied.

As soon as the door of the room was pushed open, Ling Feibai was hugged fiercely by a woman before he could react. Tears covered his face. The latter was crying and laughing, and his mood fluctuated greatly.

This is the mother of this body.

Ling Feibai was thinking silently at that time, and at the same time stretched out his hand to push the woman, he was really about to die of being hugged.

"What's the matter, Feibai, does your head still hurt, does it hurt? Tell mom." The mother of this body is named Su Moru, who is crying like pear blossoms and raining, touching his baby with concern. the head asked softly.

Ling Feibai turned his head in disgust, avoiding those dripping tears. He has been obsessed with cleanliness for thousands of years, and he especially wanted to squeeze the dust-cleaning formula to get rid of the sticky liquid on his body.

Seeing his son turning his head, Su Moru thought that he had a headache again. Although the child was seven years old, he still couldn't speak, and his reaction was slow. If it really hurt, he wouldn't shout.

He hurriedly said distressedly: "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell again? I'll call the doctor!"

Just as he was about to get up, his arm was grabbed. Under Su Moru's stunned expression, Ling Feibai spoke slowly, and said two words in a hoarse voice: "No need."

These two words in a faint tone were like thunder on the ground. Su Moru stared, opened his mouth slightly, and didn't recover for a long time.

"Feifeifeibai, did you talk?" Warm tears gathered in the eye sockets, and Su Moru trembled emotionally. There was both disbelief and joy in the rippling eyes, and the big drop Big tears rolled down.

Ling Feibai frowned slightly, no one had ever cried so much in front of him, except those captives who were about to lose their lives, howling in panic and despair when they were dying.

It was the first time that someone would be so worried and terrified that something might happen to his weak body. He has lived for thousands of years, and besides some villains who sneak in and have ulterior motives, there are only those who have not yet developed spiritual wisdom. It has been a long, long time since anyone has cared about him like this, such an experience is quite rare.

So Ling Feibai raised his head calmly, and gave a flat "um", not completely ignoring the anxious young mother, which was regarded as a response.

Su Moru's heart surged, and he hugged the child even tighter.

This child has been stupid since he was born, and his reaction is very slow. He is like a piece of hard wood on weekdays. The child avoided it, and then the relationship with Su Moru began to be estranged, and finally even this certain marriage was abandoned because of the opposition from the other party's family.

Only Su Moru still kept this stupid child to raise herself, because she always remembered that the child was snuggled up in her arms when it was born, and the bond of blood was always rooted in her heart.Although Su Moru was always gentle and submissive, she was extremely stubborn when it came to raising a child. Even if the man's family threatened and lured her, or the Su family's indifference and disgust, they did not shake her determination to raise the child herself.

Subconsciously, Su Moru still believed that the child Feibai would get better one day.

For seven years, she has always believed in this, so that she can sustain herself in the bustling and fast-paced Zhongdu City.

"Feibai, Feibai, my child..." Su Moru suddenly felt that the pressure and indifference he had endured for so many years were all worth it.

Until Ling Feibai let out a "grunt" cry from his stomach.

His brows furrowed imperceptibly.

"Ah, I was negligent, Feibai, are you hungry? I'll go out and buy you something to eat, and wait for mom." Su Moru hurriedly grabbed her handbag, stepped on her shoes and left the ward .

There was a smell of alcohol in the air, a little pungent.

Ling Feibai clutched his empty stomach. In addition to the emptiness in his stomach, there was still a little cramping pain. He adjusted his sitting posture uncomfortably, and changed to meditating and resting. , Going through the memories of his predecessor with a snap of his fingers, and then opened his deep black eyes.

It seems that the mother and son are not in a good situation.

Ling Feibai breathed out the thin strand of soul lingering around his fingertips, and the thread of soul suddenly became light and fluttering, and slowly rose into the air.

He murmured softly: "Leave with peace of mind. Since I have become you, I will definitely treat your mother well." He has never been a kind person, but since he has accepted this kindness in the dark, then he I will not be stingy with a little kindness.

The ray of spirit seemed to be touched, and after a slight tremor, it rose up into the sky and disappeared.

Anyway, this body is still an injured patient, the head has been severely injured, and the mental head is not very good. After a while, he began to feel drowsy. The body of this mortal child is really terrible. Ling Feibai simply closed his eyes. Take a nap on the quilt.

However, there was a sudden noise outside the door of the ward, which made him unable to sleep at all.

The hurried and chaotic footsteps were getting closer and closer to him, and the door was opened roughly with a "snap", and a short, fat man squeezed in from behind the door, pointed at Ling Feibai and shouted: "Mom! He! This fool beat me!"

"Presumptuous." Ling Feibai said these two words on his lips, staring at Xiaopang with cold eyes like a sword. The latter's plump body couldn't help shaking violently, and he was startled for some reason.

A middle-aged woman in a mid-skirt and bejeweled pushed open the door, and looked at the little boy on the hospital bed with a mean face. For some reason, she was subconsciously startled by the cold demeanor.

It's evil.

But when her eyes touched a scar on Baby's face, her eyes turned cold, as if she was full of energy in a second.

"Where's Su Moru? Where is Su Moru? Her son hurt someone, and now she won't come out to meet people, right?!"

Her voice was very loud, and apart from a few doctors and nurses who came to dissuade her, the family members of the patients who came and went gathered together to watch the excitement, pointing curiously at the same time.

"This world is unreasonable! Just a primary school teacher can protect his son and bully his classmates casually! Su Moru, don't you have the face to come out to see my mother and son?! What a child, so cruel at such a young age! How do you teach your kids as a parent?!"

The middle-aged woman hugged Xiaopang and howled several times. When Su Moru bought the food and brought it up, this was what he saw.

"Okay, Su Moru, you finally dare to come out to meet people!"

Su Moru: "Mother Zhou Xiaoyu, why are you here?"

"Why am I here?! Teacher Su, your son hurt my son like this! You ask me why I am here?" The middle-aged woman pulled the fat boy over, showing a shallow wound on the left side of his face. Angrily shouted, "Look! What a good thing your son has done!"

Facing the menacing attack from the opponent, Su Moru was a little flustered and at a loss. While she was concerned about her son's condition, she didn't know what to say to the angry mother in front of her.

The people who didn't know the truth were pointing and looking at her with strange eyes, making Su Moru blushed but unable to say anything, as if someone was holding a thorn to her spine, and the thorn on her back was painful .

Ling Feibai glanced at Su Muru, who was surrounded by the crowd, and sighed. He could only lift the quilt, get off the hospital bed barefoot, came to the door, and said angrily to the crowd: "I Hungry."

Hearing his son's call, Su Moru reacted immediately, pushed through the crowd, squeezed in front of the child, and held the food in front of him: "Feibai, are you hungry? Eat quickly, it's hot." Completely ignoring The mother and son who were clamoring behind were lost.

Zhou Xiaoyu's mother was about to explode with anger. She stepped forward and pointed her finger at Su Moru's nose, cursing: "Su Moru, you are shameless! What kind of attitude is this? My son beat someone! Do you want to get rid of this account?! Let me tell you, you, a little teacher, dare to offend us?! Is there any reason? I left all my words here today, without a satisfactory result ! I’ll just spend it here with you today!” He spoke forcefully, causing the surrounding crowd to chatter again, and several good-hearted young people also pricked up their ears, picked up their mobile phones and prepared to record.

Su Moru is a stupid person, and it is also the first time she has encountered such a situation. She is very clear that bringing the still stupid Ling Feibai into school has already caused dissatisfaction from the school. If you add this beating If the incident is not handled well, the school may choose to play it safe and dismiss her.

Without a serious job, she is a frail woman with a child, and it is difficult for her to get along in Zhongdu City...