After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

Chapter 332: Front Edge (1)

Gradually, my brain began to ache.

How is this going?

Ling Chuan frowned, then shook his head, trying to get rid of the sudden feeling of discomfort, but it obviously didn't work.

My head still feels swollen, my chest still feels a little stuffy, and I am still scared.

Wait, all these adverse reactions seemed to have occurred after he killed that woman!

Ling Chuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked down at Zhao Xier who was lying dead on the ground.

Was it because of her? Was it because he killed the Reborn One?

Thinking of this possibility, Ling Chuan's resolute face became extremely serious, and he unconsciously recalled the crazy look of this woman before her death.

Are there really no more reborn people? No, he was not sure.

But if anyone dares to target his little brother, he will kill them all!

There was murderous intent in Lingchuan's eyes and murderous aura all over his body. He grasped the hilt of the sword and lifted it up, then put the sword back.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound behind him.

When he looked back, he saw the boy jogging towards him, his brows furrowed even more.

"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to wait for me over there?" The man's eyes were full of disapproval of the young man coming here without permission.

"It was thundering, I felt something was wrong, so I came to take a look." Xia Mo said. Actually, it wasn't. He had come here a long time ago, but the car ahead was moving at a snail's pace. But when the thunder sounded, he felt panic inexplicably, and the mole on his ear started to heat up, so he ran over directly.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Ling Chuan was worried whether the boy felt the same as him.

"Ah? No, it was just a little burned." Xia Mo rubbed his earlobe. It was not until he approached the man that he realized that his face didn't look good and his lips were a little pale!

"Brother Chuan, why do you look so bad? Are you not feeling well? When did this happen?" Xia Mo asked several times in a row, his tone anxious. He had vaguely sensed that something was wrong with the thunder, and his eyes could not help but look at the man's feet.

"Don't look." Ling Chuan raised his big hand, took his hand and walked towards the main road, muttering, "I'm fine, go back."

"Are you really okay?" Xia Mo followed the man, looking worried. What he didn't say was that he had seen...

"Yeah." In order to prevent the boy from having wild thoughts and worrying too much, Ling Chuan concealed the matter.

At the same time, he had a bold idea in his mind, that is, whether there was someone controlling all this.

Otherwise, if the young man was a time traveler, how could Zhao Xier, who was reborn, know about the time traveler? Also, after he killed the woman, the thunder from the sky showed its power. Was it a warning to him?

As he left, Ling Chuan was weighed down with worries, his mind completely occupied by these questions.

Xia Mo would occasionally turn his head to observe his expression, and always felt that something was wrong with him, so he nervously pulled him into the space, let him drink a lot of spiritual lake water, and filled his stomach, and then pushed him to wash up...

"Brother Chuan, the threat is gone now. Don't think too much and have a good sleep first." Xia Mo lay sideways next to the man, holding his head with his right hand and looking at him.

Xiao Anyu has Brother Liu to take care of him, so it doesn’t matter if they go back late.

"Okay." Ling Chuan replied, and directly put his arms around the boy's waist, brought him into his arms, and held him to sleep.

Leaning against the strong and hot chest, listening to the man's gradually steady breathing, Xia Mo also felt a little tired and slowly closed his eyes.

After just this sleep, Ling Chuan fell into a coma completely. When Xia Mo saw him the next day, he was shocked by his sweaty appearance. But no matter how he called him, the man did not respond at all.

Xia Mo was so anxious that he either fed Lingchuan water from the Linghu Lake or ran to ask Xiaoshu what happened to his brother Chuan. Then he began to recall the details of last night frame by frame.

As smart as he was, he quickly found the problem. He sat down on the edge of the bed dejectedly, staring at the sleeping face of the man and whispering.

"If I had known that killing someone would be like this, I would not have retreated...Brother Chuan, please don't get hurt. I don't want you to get hurt..."

Ling Chuan fell into coma too suddenly and had no injuries at all. Even the water from Linghu Lake was useless and it was pointless to find a doctor, so Xia Mo stayed in the space to guard him.

What he didn't know was that Ling Chuan was experiencing ups and downs in his dream. As soon as he opened his eyes, he returned to the time when he was betrayed by Gao Jianren, framed by the Third Prince and others, and accused of collaborating with the enemy country. His body was out of his control.

He watched helplessly as "himself" used the evidence given by Qiao Wenjin to prove his innocence.

Afterwards, he did not retreat at the height of his career, but was forced by the situation to get close to Prince Qiao's Mansion, just as Qiao Wenjin had planned.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more outrageous, and thinking of his little brother who was being persecuted by the Liu family in Liujia Village, Ling Chuan became furious and mad, trying to control his body like a madman.

But it was no use, he seemed to be trapped in this body and could do nothing.

He watched "himself" rise and fall in officialdom, watched Yingying leave who hated Prince Qiao's Mansion, and also watched him die tragically at the hands of Qiao Wenjin in order to repay "himself"'s kindness.

Finally, he finally realized the evil ambitions of King Qiao and his son, and distanced himself from them. But they were already in the game, so how could he just withdraw if he wanted to?

After that, no matter he was traveling around the capital or killing enemies on the battlefield, he would encounter all kinds of troubles, and basically everyone wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

If you don't get it, destroy it.

Seeing these from Lingchuan's perspective is very subtle and complex.

But when he saw that "himself" was seriously injured, dying, and was finally rescued by a young man passing by, he was completely stunned.

Why is Mo'er here?

Ling Chuan was shocked. Calculating the time, it was already three years later. He did not return to Liujia Village. What happened to the little brother afterwards? He had no idea.

"Mo'er! Mo'er! It's me, your brother Chuan! Can you see me? How are you now? What about them? Have they been bullying you all the time..." Ling Chuan wanted to know urgently.

But he forgot that "he" was still unconscious, so it was useless even if he shouted until his throat was smoking, because the young man who was dragging him back could not hear a word.

Ling Chuan talked like a bunch of beans all the way until the young man cleaned his wound and left, then he stopped.

If Xia Mo was present at the scene, he would definitely be shocked. After all, it is rare to see Brother Chuan who talks so much.

After Ling Chuan calmed down, he lay on the wooden bed and thought deeply, and thought of Zhao Xier, the reborn person.

Perhaps, the world he was in now was not a dream, but the world before her rebirth, which also explained why she knew about the little brother...

Ling Chuan's thoughts were racing, and when he woke up, he saw that he was very cold to the young man, and he immediately became angry again, wishing he could punch him a few times.

That was the treasure that he held dear to his heart, how dare he do that!

Because of "his" own cold-bloodedness, the young man showed no interest in him except for the initial interest.

Ling Chuan felt pretty good, but he couldn't help but worry when he couldn't see his little brother.

But the facts proved that they were destined to be together. After they separated, the young man found himself twice again and said with a smile: "I don't know whether I owe you or I am your benefactor, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence."