Picked up a Huo Qubing [time travel]

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"...!" It wasn't a dream...he really...couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all.

Xu Han was completely dumbfounded.After being dazed for a while, he finally understood: After "being in a coma for several days" and "suddenly deceiving his corpse", this Mr. Huo... has lost his language function?

Xu Han stared at Mr. Sweet Potato's face seriously, and cold sweat gradually seeped from his own back.

He remembered a medical term called what? —Motor aphasia?

Ke Nima, who will tell him how this person can speak a dialect but not Mandarin? !

I remember when he met Mr. Sweet Potato for the first time, he clearly spoke Mandarin very standard! !

Xu Han wished he could kowtow to God on the spot.This day's tossing is hard enough, he really wants to kneel down to the sky and call his father.Beg Dad to let go and continue playing with him.

Xu Han had never experienced today's sudden situation. He didn't know what to do for a while, so he could only squat beside the bed in a daze.

After a long silence, looking at the frail wounded patient lying on the bed frowning, after the initial anxiety passed, Xu Han calmed down and wanted to know what he should do next.

Although Xu Han himself was also very anxious, but the other party was a patient, recovering from a serious illness, and came to this strange place, so he must be more anxious than himself.

Xu Han stabilized his mind and decided to take good care of Mr. Sweet Potato first. When his condition stabilized, he was trying to find a way to contact his family to pick him up.

"Then...don't bother talking, I really don't understand. I know you're sick, can you understand what I'm saying now?"

Xu Han slowed down his speech and softened his attitude.Although he was asking this question, he didn't have much hope that Mr. Sweet Potato could understand what he was saying.

Fortunately, Mr. Sweet Potato nodded to him.It’s good if you can understand it. If you can understand the explanation, it’s not completely stupid. The basic IQ should still be there.

Before Xu Han had time to jump three feet high, Mr. Sweet Potato, who was about to speak, suddenly wrinkled his facial features, and then he held his head with his hands and arched his upper body, seemingly in great pain.

Looking at Mr. Sweet Potato who seemed to be in great pain, Xu Han guessed that he might have a sudden headache, so he shut his mouth obediently and watched with horror as the expression on his face gradually changed from pain to relaxation, and Xu Han's nervousness also eased. some.

Staring at the other person's face, Xu Han didn't blink, and slowly said word by word: "I guess you want to ask where you are?"

Mr. Sweet Potato leaned back against the bed, closed his eyes, and nodded with difficulty.

Seeing him nodding, Xu Han suddenly regained his spirits: "You are the second cousin of my cousin's eldest nephew, and you came to this city to look for a job. I am your guarantor for this job..."

Mr. Sweet Potato, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly shook his head, denying what Xu Han said.

Xu Han didn't understand what he meant by shaking his head, so he could only continue to say: "Later when you were a stuntman, you fell while filming a horse riding scene, and you were injured..."

Mr. Sweet Potato shook his head even more, and Xu Han could see the slightly protruding veins on his neck. At first, he wanted to force-feed him the whole thing, but if Mr. Sweet Potato was ignored by him, his attitude would explode If the blood vessel is broken, he will be in big trouble.

So Xu Han had to stop, and said in a compromise: "Okay, you mean you don't remember all of this, right? Well, I understand. The amnesia of dog blood is only temporary. You should recover it tomorrow, and your physical condition will be the day after tomorrow. Well, if we can stand up, we will go to the hospital for a reexamination."

Mr. Sweet Potato slowly opened his eyes, and tried several times to say something in a hoarse voice, but Xu Han couldn't understand.

Mr. Sweet Potato's lips turned white. Due to the lack of water, his lips were severely peeled, and it was hard to see even a little blood on his face.Seeing how pitiful he was, Xu Han decided to stop communicating first and let him rest and recover.

"Lie here for a while, I'll get you a glass of water." Xu Han comforted him softly.

I don't know if it's his own illusion, Xu Han feels that Mr. Sweet Potato is very anxious now, and he is also very resistant to what he just said, but Xu Han can see that he has been restraining this anxiety and resistance, trying to communicate with Xu Han.

Xu Han went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water in front of Mr. Sweet Potato, but the gentleman was quite stubborn and kept shaking his head at him, and finally turned his head away and refused to drink.

It's fine if you refuse to accept what you said, your lips are dry and pale, yet you still dare to play your temper and play willful?Xu Han suddenly became a little angry.

In order to increase his momentum, Xu Han lowered his clear voice a bit: "Do you want to drink?"

Mr. Sweet Potato still pointed the back of his head in rejection.

Xu Han took a deep breath, then slowly opened the corners of his mouth: "You mean, I'm mouth to mouth, feed you?"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Sweet Potato suddenly turned his head, with shock and anger in his eyes.

Seeing that he was finally willing to talk to him, Xu Han was overjoyed, and continued to cock his mouth and said, "I don't mind talking to you, anyway, you look pretty handsome, and I wouldn't suffer if I gnawed on you. You are sick. After so many days, I don’t have any strength in my body. Then don’t think about resisting.”

After finishing speaking, Xu Han chuckled, and pretended to wipe his mouth with his hand, then stretched out his tongue and licked his lips lightly, his movements were indescribably obscene.

To deal with disobedient children who lose their temper, intimidation and intimidation are the most effective┑(￣Д￣)┍

The author has something to say: the official language of the Han Dynasty was "Luo language", and the Luo language inherited the elegant dialect of the pre-Qin period.The standard Chinese language in the Han Dynasty was called "Zhengyin" and "Yayan", also known as "Tongyu". "Yayan" is the earliest lingua franca in China, which is equivalent to the current Mandarin in meaning.Its phonology is an ancient phonology, so far there is no dialect that can completely correspond to it.During the Tang and Song dynasties, Yayan reached its peak, with one word and one sound. A large number of Tang poems and Song Ci works emerged, and neighboring countries all rushed to learn Luoyang Yayan.Putonghua with the ancient Luoyang dialect as the standard pronunciation has lasted for more than 4000 years, and North Korea, South Korea, Vietnam, and Japan have all been affected.Therefore, whether it is pronunciation, intonation or grammar, it is very different from our current Mandarin.Huo Qubing was from the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, so when he just woke up, he couldn't communicate with Xu Xiaopang who is a modern person without barriers.

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As for why he said "who are you" at the beginning, I will explain it later.

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Tomorrow it will still be updated at 10:30~~ It may be a little earlier, after 10:30 are all catching bugs~

☆, just wake up and get into trouble

It was probably the first time for Mr. Sweet Potato to see such a shameless person, and the blood on his face turned back a little bit of anger.

After a while, Xu Han saw that his brows loosened and the anger in his eyes subsided a little, knowing that he had compromised.

Very good, he likes such sensible people.

Xu Han helped Mr. Sweet Potato to sit up slowly, put a pillow behind him, and fed him half a glass of water spoon by spoon, and his weak look improved a bit.

Hearing him speak again, the hoarse voice has improved significantly.Although Xu Han still couldn't understand what he said, the much clearer voice made Xu Han vaguely feel where the tone of his words belonged.

It seems to be a bit like Henan dialect... But after listening carefully, it feels that it is too different.

It's not just that the tone of voice is wrong, but the rhythm of the spoken words is wrong.His diction and words are very concise, which can be felt from the rhythm and pause of his speech.

Xu Han graduated from liberal arts, and had a minor in linguistics. What this man speaks does not seem like modern Chinese, and the words and sentences are short and strange.

It’s not the way to talk like a chicken and a duck. Xu Han knew that even if Mr. Sweet Potato broke his mouth today, he still couldn’t understand, so he interrupted him: "You are hungry, I will cook some noodles for you. After eating, If you have the strength, we can talk again."

Mr. Sweet Potato nodded, closed his eyes, the anxiety and confusion in his eyes were suppressed, and he quickly entered the mode of self-regulation.

Xu Han saw that after he drank the water, his whole body relaxed a little, showing a sense of indifference, it should be said that he was indifferent.

The vigilance and uneasiness when he first woke up has been deliberately hidden by him, and the whole body exudes calmness, but it can make you feel his forbearing cold breath, like a fire that hides heat and light, leaving only a few sparks to burn , making people feel a subtle sense of oppression.

While cooking noodles, Xu Han squinted his eyes to recall and compare Mr. Sweet Potato's performance before and after the fall, feeling very puzzled.

Is this person really the Mr. Hotigua that I met back then?He remembered that the man was far less imposing than he looked now.

The former gives people the impression of being cautious and trying to erase the sense of existence, while the latter makes people feel inexplicably born with pride.That Ling Ran aura, every time he nods his head, every time he stares at you, he can't hide his sharpness, it's extremely natural, without any affectation.

This feeling is too weird!

It has been a few years since Xu Han graduated from university. He has experienced many ups and downs in the society, and he has come into contact with producers, editors, crews, and tea girls from various film and television and public relations companies. He has met all kinds of people. Quite a few, and I have participated in many high-level forums as a part-time conference planning logistics staff, and I have met many CEOs, experts, and scholars, but I have never seen the unique temperament of Mr. Sweet Potato in anyone.

Who can tell him how a stuntman, who has been working as a security guard before and only came to work in the city in the past few months, now has a boss aura that surpasses everyone else?

Could it be that, as a result of a fall, Mr. Sweet Potato's kernel was upgraded instead? !

When Xu Han was thinking wildly all the way, the noodles were already cooked unconsciously.Fearing that Mr. Sweet Potato hadn't eaten for many days and his gastrointestinal function was too weak, Xu Han only added some vegetables to the noodles, and didn't dare to add eggs.

After turning off the fire, the noodles were cut into small pieces with chopsticks, and the green vegetables were also cut into small pieces before being put into the pot. Xu Han poured these into a large white porcelain bowl to facilitate heat dissipation.

After that, Xu Han fanned the noodles slightly with a fan, took a little bit of noodle soup with a spoon and tasted it. After making sure it was not hot, he served it to Mr. Sweet Potato.

They are all alone in the world, and life is not easy for anyone.When you are sick, you will always feel better when you have someone to take care of you.Xu Han has a deep understanding of the bitterness in it.

Mr. Sweet Potato is currently weak in his hands and feet, so Xu Han was very considerate and thoughtful to feed him the meal one bite at a time with a spoon.

People are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry.What's more, Mr. Sweet Potato didn't eat many meals, Xu Han decided to prepare three meals for him tomorrow, make sure that he can recover his strength the day after tomorrow, and go to the hospital with him for a reexamination.

Seeing Mr. Sweet Potato eating and drinking, his energy and complexion improved a lot, Xu Han's mood couldn't be happier.

Seeing that Mr. Sweet Potato was sweating on his forehead, Xu Han took a tissue and wanted to wipe it off for him. Unexpectedly, when he saw Xu Han reaching out to him, his first reaction was to turn his head and hide.

This man is very defensive.

Xu Han smiled helplessly, leaned forward, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What are you hiding, I'm just wiping your sweat."

This time Mr. Sweet Potato finally didn't hide, his stiff body relaxed slightly, and he stared at Xu Han with complicated eyes for a moment before turning around to cooperate with Xu Han's movements.

Get back to health quickly!Xu Han breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking the bowl to the kitchen, Xu Han turned on the TV as he passed by the living room.At night, it was too lonely without any sound in the room.

Xu Han went into the kitchen to wash the dishes, and turned on the faucet. The sound of the water rushing down covered the sound from the bedroom.

Mr. Sweet Potato had a good appetite, and he ate up all the noodles he ordered.As long as you can eat and drink, you will recover quickly.So Xu Han is still in a good mood at the moment, whistling and happily washing in the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the porcelain bowl was rinsed, there was a loud "bang"... Xu Han, who was concentrating on cleaning up the dishes, was startled by the sudden sound.

"What's the matter?!" Xu Han wanted to cry but ran to the source of the sound - in front of the TV.

When he stood still, he realized that the TV screen had been broken into a blooming lily. Occasionally, sparks flickered on the broken screen, making two sizzle sounds, and the shattered fragments on the screen Scattered all around.And the ashtray that was usually placed on the coffee table was spinning on the ground below the TV... It took a few seconds before Yuanyuan stopped.

——So the murder weapon is the ashtray, and the murderer is Mr. Sweet Potato, who is holding on to the TV with a dazed face, panting from exhaustion.

Xu Han stared blankly at the TV screen for a while, then turned his head to look at Mr. Sweet Potato in a daze, his heart throbbed with pain, and he pursed his mouth aggrievedly: "What are you doing? Did the TV mess with you?"

A person who just woke up from a coma for many days, instead of staying and resting, was anxious to get out of bed and walk around, and he was able to walk unexpectedly. Which outer space did this person come from? ? ! !

Xu Han was surprised and angry at the same time, so he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.He remembered that his cousin had a caesarean section and was lying on the hospital bed for a whole day. When she was about to go to the ground, she needed someone to support her to barely move a few steps? !

Now this person who has been lying down for six days can not only walk, but also smash the TV with an ashtray!Even though he is trembling now, and he has to hold on to things to barely stand up, but it is very rare!

Fucking people who learn martial arts are indeed devils!Especially the injury number in front of him that science cannot explain all kinds of strange states!

Xu Han didn't catch his breath, and took a few breaths, and when he recovered, the abacus in his mind was spinning rapidly.

There seemed to be twenty photos of Grandpa Mao flying out of thin air, flying farther and farther, and finally floated out of sight.

Grandma's!This TV belongs to the landlord!I'm going to lose money to buy a new one!

A quarter of a month's income is about to disappear! TAT

After estimating how much compensation he would have to pay, Xu Han beat his chest and sank into his dantian. He immediately changed from a gentle and patient good-tempered man and wife to a roaring emperor:

"Huo! Sir! Sir! What the hell are you trying to do?! Ah?! Is it wrong for me to serve you and serve you?! Why are you smashing my TV!?"

"￥%&#￥%@XX, there is someone inside, please help." Mr. Sweet Potato raised his finger to point at the TV, and opened his mouth with some difficulty.

Xu Han still couldn't understand most of the first half of the sentence, but Xu Han miraculously understood the second half of the sentence despite the strange tone and blunt articulation? !

After being stunned for a few seconds, Xu Han's heart beat faster.He couldn't care less about getting angry.

Mr. Sweet Potato's recovery speed is amazing!

His language ability has degraded to a strange dialect, but after drinking water and eating, he can speak human language!

Mr. Sweet Potato can speak Mandarin!Although the tone of voice is not standard, but I can understand it!

They can barely communicate!

Xu Han thought excitedly, and rubbed his hands happily, but after the excitement passed, Xu Han suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Could it be that... just now, the wounded patient couldn't speak mandarin... unexpectedly... was he hungry? !

A gust of wind blew in through the open window of the living room, and Xu Han's weird thoughts aroused goosebumps.

This explanation seems... not in line with the scientific view...

Xu Han, who never struggled with thinking for more than 1 minute, quickly ignored this point automatically.

After all, this surprise of being able to communicate in the future is enough to make the simple-minded Xu Han temporarily forget the unpleasantness just now.

It's okay, the money for the TV is recorded in the account first, and he can pay for it in the future.

Xu Han's chest was relieved in an instant, and his breath became smoother. A frog jumped in front of Mr. Sweet Potato and said with a smile, "You can speak Mandarin now!"

Mr. Sweet Potato himself was also confused. He stood there leaning on the wall, staring at Xu Han in confusion. After a while, his eyes gradually dimmed.

If Xu Han can understand some micro-expression knowledge, then he should be able to see what Mr. Sweet Potato's dilated pupils represent at this time.

--fear.

When the pupil dilates, there are basically three situations.Fear, anger, sexual stimulation.Obviously, Mr. Sweet Potato belongs to the first category.

It's a pity that Xu Han doesn't understand micro-expressions.

The author has something to say: Xu Han: If you have to wait on the sick, you have to pay for it. There is no way to pass this day [wiping away tears]

Tomorrow, we will continue to update before 10:30 am~ Tomorrow, we will start solving puzzles!

☆, Dahan Feisha

Huo Qubing tried his best to stand on the wall while leaning on the wall. Looking at the surprise expression on the face of the strange man in front of him, and hearing the same strange language spoken from his own mouth, he was sure that he had come to a place far away from the big man.

And he clearly remembered that before he died, he was obviously in his own Da Sima Mansion.

Could it be that who used some spell to send him to this completely strange place when he died?

What really frightened him was the weird incongruity in the body's actions, as well as the languages ​​he had never heard or spoken that had been lurking in his mind.

A strong intuition tells himself that this body is not his original body, and there are deep-rooted information left by another person in his brain, such as language.

Huo Qubing knew that language was the only information left in this body.

After all, language is something that people have been actively and passively learning since birth, and it should be regarded as the most deeply rooted memory outside of instinctive senses.

And when he wanted to search for other information in his mind, he found that he couldn't find it except language.The sea of ​​consciousness of this body is empty, and the will is depressed. It seems that there is no desire to actively survive, and the original owner no longer wants to wake up.

So, it wasn't until Huo Qubing woke up again, drank water, ate, smashed the square box containing the woman calling for help to argue with Xu Han, and the strange language was uttered by himself for the second time, that he really realized , I should have resurrected my soul from a dead body!

This kind of weird thing happened to him, which made him feel an unprecedented fear.

Since he practiced martial arts since childhood, Huo Qubing was rarely frightened by someone or something.

This is the second time he feels scared.

The first time was when he returned to his mansion after admonishing His Majesty to establish a crown prince, and later realized that the things he said in front of the imperial court to incite His Majesty were taken advantage of by those who wanted to.

But when he figured it out at the time, his heart just sank, far from being as shocked as this time.

How could such absurd and treacherous things happen? !He couldn't figure it out, Huo Qubing's mind went blank at this moment.

Huo Qubing listened to the excited words of the man who took care of him, closed his eyes, his thoughts were churning, the memories of his previous life and the sporadic memories after waking up were automatically sorted in his mind.

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Huo Qubing vaguely remembered the last scene of his previous life, when he was just tired and tired.

Ever since he won the first battle and was crowned the champion, His Majesty respected Huo Yiwei intentionally or unintentionally, exalted his status and glory, and suppressed the great general Wei Qing who was already in power at that time—that is, him. Uncle and the Wei family, to achieve the balance of two-phase suppression and consolidate their imperial power.

It's not that he doesn't know, it's just that he is in his position and has nothing to do.

Imperial power can never be simply discussed.He no longer simply needs to send troops to fight, but with His Majesty's attention, he is involved in the rights and wrongs of the imperial power.

The relationship with the Wei family became increasingly tense, which made him feel that the heights are not very cold, and the family relationship is gradually alienated.

And the long-term long-distance raids and campaigns also made his body overwhelmed, and eventually he was plagued by illness and exhausted physically and mentally.

Looking at the beams high above his head, carved with intricate patterns, Huo Qubing felt a chill spreading from the bottom of his heart to his whole body.

He just wants to rest, to dream of the happy and carefree childhood, and to forget about the complicated competition for interests in the palace and the family.

So he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Just think of yourself as just sleeping forever.In that sad moment, to him, sleep was no different from death.

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After closing his eyelids, Huo Qubing felt like he had a very long dream.

In the dream, those memories of life kept reappearing in my mind.

The first thing that catches the eye is the endless vast desert in Mobei, where the gray sky and the light yellow desert border are connected together.

He was galloping forward with his horse and leading the army. The strong wind whipped flying sand and hit his face, which almost made him unable to open his eyes. He could hear the sound of horse's hooves mixed with the strong wind.

As the most valiant hussar general in the Han Dynasty, he has always been at the forefront of the army on horseback.

Immediately afterwards, the scenery of Mobei flashed by, and it was no longer a scene of severe frost and wind and withered grass in the desert, but the majestic and precarious front hall of Weiyang Palace.

There was a young military officer standing in front of the hall, bowing his head and risking his death to remonstrate, saying sonorously:

"The heart of a minister can't beat a dog and a horse. I hope that your Majesty will have a command and take advantage of the auspicious day in midsummer to appoint the prince. I hope your Majesty will observe..."

As soon as these words came out, the majestic Weiyang Palace was as quiet as if there was no living person...

This extremely sensitive remonstrance of Li Chu, the starting point that can directly set off a storm between His Majesty and the major interest groups in the DPRK, was actually proposed by this military attache who rarely participated in the government affairs.

And this military officer is none other than himself.

Suddenly, the screen changed again.

He was lying in the bedroom of Da Sima Mansion, unconscious and dying.

A burst of chaotic footsteps overlapped beside the ears, and occasionally there was the sound of dishes falling to the ground and breaking.

In the blink of an eye, rows of servants all knelt down one after another, raising their sleeves to wipe away their tears, sobbing and crying one after another, endless...

Afterwards, his vision fell into chaos, and he could no longer hear any sound in his ears.

A huge force rose from the bottom of his feet, turning into a vortex that kept rolling, dragging him, who was no longer able to struggle, into endless darkness.

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I don't know how long I have been sleeping, maybe a day, maybe a year.He was awakened from the endless darkness only when the thunder suddenly sounded in his ears.

Huo Qubing felt as if his soul and body were being torn apart, they were tearing each other apart, torturing each other, and then slowly blending together in the fierce mutual contest.

The severe pain caused by the fusion of soul and body seemed to be trampled by thousands of troops, and the chaotic consciousness was awakened by this severe pain.

Huo Qubing got up suddenly, opened his eyes, but found that his eyes were still dim, and he was in a strangely decorated room.

There were no oil lamps or candles in the room, and it was dark as far as the eye could see.There was only one figure standing at the light source at the door, looking into his head, looking fixedly at him a few feet away.

Huo Qubing tried to speak and ask, but his throat was so thirsty that he couldn't make a sound.

He tried his best to swallow the few mouthfuls, and when he spoke again, the "who is Er Nai" in his mind turned into "who are you" when he uttered a sentence.

Afterwards, when his eyes got used to the darkness in the room and the faint light from the door, Huo Qubing gradually saw his surroundings clearly.

A strange bed, a strange house...

This is not the magnificent Weiyang Palace, not the gorgeous Princess Pingyang Mansion, nor his Da Sima Mansion, nor the military camp he is familiar with.

Everywhere I look here, there is complete strangeness and weirdness everywhere.

All of this made him extremely shocked.

He seemed to be trapped in a completely unfamiliar shell, forced to adapt to everything in front of him.

When Huo Qubing came to his senses, his weak body could no longer bear it, and he fell into a coma again.

Although Huo Qubing passed out, his senses and consciousness were still awake.

His body was too weak to wake up for the time being, and he could just use his only strength to listen to the surrounding sounds and judge whether the surroundings were safe.

After the bouts of dizziness gradually passed, Huo Qubing woke up again, and saw the man who was standing at the door of this room looking at him from a short distance away, with kind concern in his eyes.

He listened to the man's question after question about his body, and the guard in his heart relaxed a little.If this man wanted to kill him, then when he was unconscious just now, it would have been an excellent opportunity.

Huo Qubing quickly came to the conclusion that this place and this person are harmless to him for the time being.

But later, when he was able to understand what this smiling strange man said, he was irritated by the content of his words.

Why did this man who looked like a slave talk nonsense when he was unconscious!

He has been good at riding and shooting since he was a child. Even if he led an army on horseback and ran for thousands of miles, he could still wield a knife and a gun at will on horseback, and his arrows never missed.

How could you hurt yourself by just riding a horse? !This is questioning him.Huo Qubing couldn't accept what Xu Han said at all.

Furthermore, this man insisted that he was a stuntman.The strange language stored in his mind automatically converts this strange vocabulary into the meaning he can understand—an actor is an actress.

He is clearly a hussar general who bravely won the whole army, and a great Sima who frightened the Huns, how could he become an actor? !

Therefore, Huo Qubing, who hadn't realized that he was reborn by resurrecting his body at that time, was very angry and refused to listen to the man's presumptuous and rude rumors.

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There was no suspense about what happened afterwards. Although he was annoyed that this cunning man was molesting him, he could still feel his kindness.

After the man fed him water and food, Huo Qubing found that his body functions began to recover rapidly.

He could feel that this new body had a very good foundation, and it should have been a martial artist in his lifetime, moreover, he was young and strong.

Even if he is bedridden for a long time, his body's recovery speed is far faster than that of ordinary people.Another possibility is that his body came into contact with the grains and water sources here, which made his soul and body blend better.

When Huo Qubing felt that his strength recovered a lot, he suddenly heard a woman's cry for help from outside the room.

He hung his legs down from the edge of the bed, waited for the dizziness after sitting upright to gradually pass, then hurriedly moved the joints of his hands and feet, and then walked outside with difficulty with the only strength he had, and picked up the low table, which seemed to be very solid. The small round plate (ashtray) in the box hit the square box that imprisoned the woman calling for help.

The square box was hit suddenly, making a loud bang, sparks flew all over the place and shattered into pieces.And the woman in it disappeared immediately.

Huo Qubing was stunned on the spot, he couldn't figure out why the woman would disappear out of thin air after the box was broken.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the slippery little fat man who was busy in the next room rushing out, saw the box was broken, and shouted at him angrily.

Huo Qubing listened to his roar, feeling a little displeased in his heart.

This man is really daring and rude.

Ignorant and troublesome people dare to provoke the Hussar General of the Han Dynasty!

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Huo Qubing sorted out everything that happened after waking up in his mind.

After the fear of returning from the dead body and the unreasonable confusion about the unfamiliar environment just now, listening to this man's chatter, Huo Qubing felt a strange sense of peace in his heart, which made him calm down very quickly.

Staring at the fat man with a round face in front of him, Huo Qubing originally wanted to raise his eyebrows without shaving, but found that he couldn't use this body well.

"Uh... Even if you can speak Mandarin, you can't let the fact that you broke my TV set get away with it!"

Xu Han, who came back from the joy, looked at the shattered TV screen, twitched the corners of his mouth, twisted his little furry eyebrows and told him:

"I'll put the money for the TV set on your account first. When you go home or find a new job, you'll have to pay it back to me!"

The author has something to say: Note: The part about Huo Qubing’s past life memories is written with reference to the translations of "Historical Records: Biography of General Wei Huqi", "Hanshu?There are very few introductions about the cause of Huo Qubing's death in these two books, basically only the word "disease and death".Therefore, regarding the real cause of Huo Qubing's death and his mood before his death, the author refers to the three guesses that are currently the most widely discussed and several major political events that Huo Qubing was involved in recorded at the time.It cannot be relied upon as factual evidence.

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Huo Qubing: It's really not easy to be reborn... You have to force me to write out my past life, and make me stare at the little fat man in shock!

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The reason why General Huo was awkward in the last chapter was because the little fat man said that he rode a horse and wrestled. He resolutely denied such a loss of status.Later, he wanted to understand that he had resurrected his soul through a dead body, and only then did he realize that the previous owner of this body was so cowardly.In addition, the reason why he can understand modern Mandarin is because of the legacy left to him by the real Mr. Sweet Potato, the puzzle is over!

☆, chicken flying dog jumping 1

Xu Han talked to Mr. Sweet Potato for a long time, but not only did Mr. Sweet Potato not respond, even his facial expression was abnormally numb, which can be said to be very paralyzed.

Xu Han thought to himself, could it be that Mr. Sweet Potato was a boy with facial paralysis before?He remembered that when he saw him for the first time, he was a shy young man who would smile shyly from time to time?

It seems that it is because the brain is broken, it will be like this...

Seeing that Mr. Sweet Potato can get out of bed by himself, Xu Han decided to take a taxi tomorrow and take him to the hospital for a re-examination.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as if you agreed to lose money! Wait, I'll get a pen and paper to write it down, and I have to keep an account."

What Huo Qubing thought about was: Can paper be used for writing and keeping accounts? (Note 1)

Seeing him standing still, Xu Han's legs were still trembling a little, knowing that his physical strength could not keep up, so he went to help him, intending to take him back to the bedroom to rest.

But at this moment, Huo Qubing said two more words slowly: "Ru, toilet."

Xu Han wiped his face: "You want to talk about going to the bathroom, right? Oh... let's go, I'll help you there. I've been tossing you all day. Fortunately, you're awake. If you're still unconscious, I'll have to The tossing is endless."

While muttering in bits and pieces, Xu Han's movements were cautious and light-footed.

Huo Qubing lowered his eyelids and glanced at him, his eyes lit up, and his body, which was instinctively tense because of someone approaching, relaxed again.I thought to myself: Although this person is mean-spirited and rude, he is kind-hearted.

Xu Han helped Mr. Sweet Potato into the toilet. As soon as the toilet entered, there was a sink with a mirror installed above the sink.Xu Han was supporting Huo Qubing to walk well, but suddenly saw him raise his head and stare at the mirror, but he stopped walking.

Xu Han tried to take him a step forward, but Mr. Sweet Potato seemed to be glued to the ground, with his eyes wide open, staring at the mirror without moving.

Xu Han was puzzled. He looked at Mr. Sweet Potato in the mirror, and then at the real person beside him. He couldn't understand why Mr. Sweet Potato stared at the person in the mirror like he was staring at a stranger he was seeing for the first time.

Could it be... have you even forgotten what you look like... Xu Han couldn't help but shudder slightly when he thought of this.

Huo Qubing stared at the person in the mirror, in a daze for a few seconds.

This face is the face of his previous life!This made Huo Qubing very surprised. He didn't expect that the object of his resurrection had exactly the same appearance as his previous self.

After being dazed for a few seconds, he slowly raised one hand and stroked his hair: Sure enough, like the man beside him, he has short hair in his current body.It seems that most of the people here are like this.

Xu Han patiently waited for Mr. Sweet Potato to stare at the mirror for a long time, and seeing that he moved on his own initiative, he followed his steps and led him to the toilet.

However, Xu Han was thinking in his heart: This guy seems to have really gone out of his mind, seeing that he can see it so shocked, look at that look, it really doesn't look like an act.

"Hey. You don't need me to hold you when you pee? You can just stand against the wall by yourself."

Right now, Mr. Sweet Potato is still wearing the hospital gown.There are no belts and ties on the trousers, but elastic bands made of rubber bands.Xu Han thought that such pants are the most convenient, unlike jeans, the zipper is very tight, and the material of the pants is strong. If Mr. Sweet Potato, who is now weak, can untie it by himself, it may