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Chu was staring at the maidservant who was feeding him medicine under the gorgeous golden silk mosquito net.

"Ah!" He very obediently opened his mouth, and his expression was very calm, but he could clearly feel the fear in the little servant girl's heart. This was not because he understood the way to distinguish the color of a person's face, because the little servant girl's hands were trembling nonstop.

"Right, right, sorry …" The little servant girl kept apologizing while not daring to stop to feed the medicine. In the end, spoonful after spoonful of the medicine was splattered on his face.

"Enough!"

"Ah, young master, have mercy!"

Chu Tian felt as if the medicine was flowing down his nose and couldn't help but feel a bit depressed. Looking at the decorations of the house, this house was definitely a rich and powerful house.

"You can leave. You don't need to feed this medicine. I'll tell father that I've already drank it." Chu Mu couldn't be bothered to argue with a servant girl, so he had no interest in talking to her.

"Thank you, young master! Thank you, young master!" The maid quickly thanked him and ran out.

"Ahh, am I that scary?" Chu Dai pulled over the gorgeous quilt and wiped clean the medicine on his face.

He then got up from the bed, found a set of clothes that looked easy to wear, and put them on. He then sat down in front of the bronze mirror and quietly observed himself.

Her shoulders were covered in long, dark hair, which still had a burnt smell to it. Her thin face revealed a pallor that came from within, and her eyes seemed to be embedded in her sockets, brimming with life under her slanted eyebrows.

What a strange face, but a bit more handsome than before.

Looking at his unfamiliar self in the mirror, Chu Feng's emotions were extremely complicated.

After lying in bed pretending to be sick for a week, he finally figured out what had happened to him.

Firstly, he was hit by a group of thugs with a gun. His soul passed through a new world and possessed the body of a young master from a wealthy family.

Then, this poor rich young master was about to be beheaded as soon as he possessed him. Or perhaps it could be said that the pitiful him had possessed the body of a fellow who was about to be beheaded.

Then, in the nick of time, there was a sudden clap of thunder from the sky. It turned the executioner into a piece of meat and turned him into a piece of charcoal.

The plot was really f * cking stupid. However, this kind of plot that could only appear in novels actually happened to Chu Ji.

Having survived the two trials, Chu Feng was not happy at all. On the contrary, his mind grew a bit bigger. He combed through the two inexplicable memories and images in his mind, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

What made him cry was nothing else but the strange identity he now possessed.

He was only seventeen years old, and was handsome and elegant. His academic name was Chu Wuwei, and he was the precious grandson of Chu Xuanqi, the current head of the Mystic Fragrance Empire's Chu Country.

Chu Xuanqi was one of the only three who had accomplished seven feats for the Empire of Xuanxiang. He had given birth to four children, and two had died on the battlefield.

The only thing that remained intact, both physically and spiritually, was Old Third Chu's blabbering. Sadly, Chu Fei's blabbering grew by quite a bit, and all of them were female children.

Thus, Chu Shanyue, who had lost his mind, became the son of Chu Tianjiao, the only son of Chu Tianjiao. He was the only son of the Chu Clan that had three generations of men under him.

If it was only the information above, Chu Tianlang would have been extremely happy. Not only did his name remain the same, he was also the only heir to the country's official family for three generations.

He was the only man of his third generation who had suffered from the same illness as his father since he was a child. The imperial physicians charmingly said they had a minor ailment on their head, and warned Chu Xuanqi that although the young master's actions were strange and his reactions somewhat sluggish, he was in good health and did not need to worry.

"I bought a watch, I actually transmigrated into a mental state." And it was the city's recognized mental illness number one. For a young man of the fifth best, who has a good body and good intelligence, like me, how am I to deal with him in the future? "

Chu was extremely depressed.

In his previous life, although he was a little mischievous and spoke without thinking, and liked to tease and flirt with beautiful women, these were all small flaws. They could not hide his outstanding results.

He was a knowledgeable, knowledgeable and knowledgeable man who had never been taught to corrupt the soul.

With his knowledge, it might be difficult for him to pass the college entrance examination and enter Tsinghua University or Peking University. However, if he found another way to enroll new students, it would definitely be an easy task.

To think that a potential Tsinghua University scholar like him would have to live his entire life as the number one lunatic … Chu Tian was extremely depressed.

He was well versed in the hedonistic spirit of the third generation of first-rate officials. He usually raised chickens and dogs, visited brothels, and flirted with the women of good families. Of course, these were all acceptable to him, and he was preparing to inherit these glorious traditions.

The key thing was that this popinjay didn't know anything about women. He only asked these pitiful women to tell him stories while he went to brothels to steal beauties. And when you tell a story, don't forget to wipe his nose! Thus, the nickname 'Idiot Pig Fat Intestine', which couldn't get hard, was not only known to both women and children in the capital, but it also nearly made his grandfather die from anger.

Finally, there was the fact that this fellow had zero IQ. He was the number one fat sheep among all the young masters in the capital! No matter how foolish he was, he would still happily accept it. Saliva could be seen at the corner of his mouth as he crawled into the hole wiping his mucus on his sleeve.

If it wasn't for Old Man Chu restricting his living expenses, the wealth accumulated by the Chu Clan's two generations of families would have all been ruined by him.

Chu Zhaoyang fell backwards onto the ground with a thud. His face was facing the sky, and he was patting his forehead with all his might. He was wailing for too long to cover his face. How hard it was for him to live.

Staring at the ceiling beams, Chu Feng wished that this was just a dream. It was a pity that his butt, which was getting colder and colder on the ground, was gradually losing consciousness. He had no choice but to accept this reality.

"Damn it, all of this was caused by that woman, Zhao Yali!" If it wasn't for her telling me to go to the Ghost Street in the middle of the night, how would I have gotten hit by a gun trade? How would I have been killed by a random gun trade? "Of course."

Chu was in tears.

"Oh right, there's also that cat! "Damn it, that cat!"

Chu very suddenly jumped up. He suddenly felt that his fate was to be a dog's blood lens formed from endless tragedies, but no matter what, the fact that he came to this world could not be changed. If he still wanted to live, he could only accept him.

"Little idiot, you can leave without worry. Since I have taken over your body, I owe you a favor. Other than increasing your reputation as the number one idiot in the city and your incompetence as a fat sheep, I will definitely think of a way to help you wash up. "

Chu Yuan patted his shoulder and sighed. He could not help but think of ways to get rid of his bad reputation. After all, this seemingly handsome but notorious leather bag would be the home of his soul for the next few decades.

Amongst the three notoriety, XX incompetence was the easiest to wash away. With the coquettish connotation of the A film he had read, it only took him a week to establish the great image of a man with amorous feelings.

As for the big fat sheep, he sneered. The memories of being cheated were still there, and from his perspective, these tricks were really laughable. Compared to the various scams and scams of his previous world, this place was simply too simple and unsophisticated.

The last and most important part was the name of the idiot.

This was a comprehensive indicator. There wasn't any good method, so he could only take it step by step. Now that the first two plans were in place, it was not long before he would be rid of the reputation of being an idiot.

The reason why he wasn't too far away was because this world had another standard that measured whether a person was outstanding or not.

This standard, if one were to use a literary standard, would mean that the person had a high level of cultivation. If one were to use a simple sentence, it would mean that he or she would be able to fight.

Fighting was a technical task, and in the long history of the world, it had gone from barbaric behavior to an elegant artistic and philosophical level, successfully diverting the two professions of a fighter from a reader.

In this world's thousands of years of brilliant fighting culture, the two occupations of Dou Zhe and recitation teacher had always dominated. Even though there were some side branches and leaves, they were still unable to show themselves. These two professions have gradually formed two unique theoretical systems and cultural industrial chains under the perfection and perfection of the summary and inductive innovation of countless people devoted to the cause of fighting.

These two theoretical systems, just like the academic qualifications from his previous life, were a prerequisite for determining whether a person was capable or not.

Chu Tian thought seriously for a moment and was finally distressed to discover that if his skill was converted like this, he wouldn't even be considered a primary school student. At most, he would just be considered a kindergarten student.

Moreover, even though he could enter the kindergarten, his grandfather had spent a lot of money to get him out.

Thus, Chu Tianjiao came to a sad conclusion that he could not accept, but had no choice. In terms of cultivation, the former master of this body was indeed an idiot. It was enough to smash an ordinary person, the most ordinary of them all, from zero cultivation to the level of a middle-level fight in the capital. The amount of elixirs that was used on him was like a grain of sand thrown into a vast ocean, not to mention rippling, it didn't even produce the slightest movement.

For this matter, the number one trash of the Mystic Fragrance Empire was truly worthy of the attention.

Chu Ji sighed. Although he was not a pessimistic person, he always felt that after his soul was switched with his, there would be some unforeseen changes on the path of cultivation. However, he was not an optimistic person. He did not believe that he could definitely cultivate.

He still did not know what was going on with the cultivation of this world.

There were even fewer useful memories in this body than in the capital.