One Hundred Ways To Become A God Chapter 1

Don't know how much time pa.s.sed, He Yan slowly opened his eyes.
　　In front of him is blank white.
　　The spiritual sea is still fragments of s.h.i.+mmering tiny starburst. This level of damage is enough to cause brain death. He doesn't know why he can still think clearly and logically.
　　The head still lingered with faint tingling pain, but it was still within a tolerable limit. Before he could even understand why he couldn't see anything, he was taken aback by the vast amount of information emerging from his mind.
　　After reading the information in a matter of minutes, he first drew out a bit of mental power to temporarily restore his vision. The shattered spritual sea only lingers on a layer of incomparably light spiritual power. After restoring vision, it's no longer able to repair this frail body.
　　After the vision was restored, He Yan quickly observed the room he's in. The white ceilings, the white sheets, and ancient earth medical instruments that look very backward.
　　Sure enough, this is no longer the world he knows.
　　Turning around, the timetable on the bedside clearly showed 18:30 in Beijing time. Beijing, the capital of the ancient world in the last century. This historical knowledge was learned from history books.
　　He was originally an Admiral of the Third Fleet of the Coalition Forces. After a defeat in the battlefield caused by intelligence errors, he was unfortunately killed by the enemy in the meteorite band in order to cover for the team's retreat. Don't know why, he even woke up again in a strange place. And so....suspected the crossing of time and s.p.a.ce, returning to the ancient earth 4,000 years ago.
　　He looked to the side of the transparent window, at this time, the sky was late, and through the gray-blue sky, the gla.s.s window clearly reflected a young boy with a delicate face. His eyebrows are fine and his face is pale. The patient's blue and white striped clothes hung loosely on the body, exposing the white neck and deep collarbone, making him look leaner.
　　Suddenly, the teenager bent his lip and revealed a relieved smile.
　　No matter what was the miracle that brought him to this era in history textbooks, and also carry memories of the future, to be able to live again for the second time is something that will make people feel fortunate.
　　He Yan re-read the information that had just poured into his mind. peonynoveltl.blogspot.com
　　This body's originally name is Mo Qi, 17 years old this year. He is the heir of a Mo family's branch. Three years ago, his parents died because of a plane crash. Now he is raised by the uncle of another branch of the Mo family, Mo Tiangao and his wife Chen Cuiwei. No Tiangao and Chen Cuiwei have a daughter named Mo Lanyu. She is 19 years old and is currently a soph.o.m.ore.
　　However, these two temporary caregivers are not particularly kind to Mo Qi.
　　Mo Qi’s admission to the hospital because of “a sudden blindness” is the work of his two caregivers.
　　Roughly looking at Mo Qi's future experience, He Yan couldn't help but frown. However, within a few minutes, he couldn't help but fall back on his bed due to physical weakness and extreme exhaustion in his mind.
　　Yawning tiredly, He Xi pulled the quilt up. Restoring eyesight has consumed all the spiritual power that he can currently mobilize. He is now so tired that he doesn’t want to open his eyes. The body feels like it has no energy to contemplate. He only wants to get a good night’s sleep.

　　

      - The Mo family's leader who took over two years ago, Mo Yitao.

　　Slightly thought about it, he did not open his eyes.
　　Through the spiritual power, the figure of the incoming person appears clearly in his spiritual sea.
　　The man who came in from the door was tall and had razor sharp silhouette. His eyebrows were indifferent. He wore a silver gray suit, but he did not wear a tie. The s.h.i.+rt was uncovered to the third b.u.t.ton, revealing very s.e.xy collarbone.
　　A man with a full momentum, looks like things will be difficult. He Yan concluded.
　　Behind him was a man slightly shorter than him, warm and gentle should be an a.s.sistant.
　　Mo Yitao walked slowly to the bed and looked down at the sleeping teenager.
　　A little surprise appeared in his eyes.
　　The boy's face was pale, sickly and delicate, his brows were light and tired. His stature was thin and slightly curled up, lying on the bed. The whole man's nest was only a slight bulge on the quilt. The soft, clean black short hair had a few curls that made him look a bit too tired. .
　　Looks like...a very cute little milk cat.
　　He stood beside the bed and looked at the boy for a moment, then sat down by the bed and leaned slightly.
　　The eyelashes of the teenager are like a small, thick and slightly curly fan, and the fleshy pink lips are slightly pouty. The man looked at him for a long time, finally reached out his hand to pull the quilt that touched chin and actually didn't need to be pulled at all.
　　He stared at his delicate face and a strange feeling couldn't help but rise in his heart. peonynoveltl.blogspot.com
　　He meet Mo Qi before. Although he does not like to interact with the diverse group of people, according to the custom, every year on the first day, everyone from the branch need to return to the patriach's home for New Year's greetings. Therefore, at that time, for the sake of honor, he will also greet the countless branches of the Mo family and politely a few words. His first meeting with this child was during the New Year several years ago.
　　In his impression, Mo Qi was a child with a very low sense of presence because of his poor health and personality. He doesn't like to communicate with others. He often followed silently behind his parents and doesn't strike up conversation with others. His father’s company had business contacts with him. Before the accident happened to Mo Qi's father, the two were familiar with each other. Therefore, the number of times he saw him was actually not too small. However, these past few years, the young man wasn't able to leave a deep impression in his mind. He's barely recognizable and all the number of words he said can be counted with one hand. Even this time, it was because of his friends.h.i.+p with Mo Qi's father did he came visit this sick child under the a.s.sistant's reminder, only spending less than half an hour.
　　But this time, after seeing his sleeping figure, his impression of the youth changed. The gray image that has always been at the corner of his vision now at this moment, don't know why, suddenly became colourful and lively.
　　Along the way, the a.s.sistant who followed Mo Yitao looked at his boss's series of actions. The expression on the handsome face was slightly distorted and his heart was very tangled.
　　He's deeply suspicious. Before coming, visiting this youth was just out of courtesy, doing superficial work. Now staring at the unconscious youth with perverted eyes, is he still the same person?

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