Yang Jian

  The Hong Mang burst forth at the mouth of the river, holding back the dark clouds! Two rays of light locked in a stalemate, until Yang Jian's eyes snapped open. The red light shone brightly for thousands of feet, and from within the dark clouds, a strange creature let out a mournful cry and fled in disarray.

  In an instant, the dark clouds dispersed, the wind stopped abruptly, and the sun appeared. The red light also slowly disappeared as the dark clouds retreated. People on the streets all knelt down to worship heaven, but no one noticed that this red light had flashed out from Yang Jian's body.

  Wu Mazi was so frightened that his face turned pale, and the pockmarks on his face twitched constantly due to muscle tension, making him look even uglier. The two escorts standing beside Yang Chan had already been scared out of their wits.

  Although Yang Xiao had some fear in her heart, seeing Yang Jian get up from the ground made her feel surprised and delighted. Taking advantage of the two guards' dazed state, she quietly slipped away from their clutches.

  Yang Jian opened his eyes and only felt that his pupils were severely strained! Tears also flowed down uncontrollably, and Yang Xiao, who was running towards Yang Jian, suddenly stiffened her body! With a look of horror, she stared at Yang Jian.

  Yang Jian looked at Yang Jiao, the girl was indeed born with a beautiful appearance, estimated to be only twelve or thirteen years old, far more beautiful than his female co-stars! Yang Jiao wore a green ancient costume, her hair tied up with a silk ribbon, her bright and spirited big eyes were now filled with panic.

  Yang Chang stretched out her trembling hand and pointed at Yang Jian, but Yang Jian was somewhat perplexed, furrowing his brow in confusion as he looked at them. Were they filming a scene? How did he end up on set without realizing it? He clearly remembered that he had recently taken on several ancient costume dramas. Looking at their attire.

  It doesn't seem like the usual Qing dynasty drama. Yang Chuan's hands were shaking more and more, and she walked unsteadily to Yang Jian's front, staring at his eyes.

  "Second brother, you... your eyes."

  Her expression was a mix of shock and fear! The performance was convincing, she's indeed a good actress, it's rare to see a female star who can portray such emotions.

  Am I acting? Yang Jian asked himself, but no one answered here. Then pretend to be acting, except that using acting can explain everything now, and there is no other suitable reason.

  Yang Jian glanced around, but couldn't find any paparazzi with cameras. This crew is so powerful? They can all hide! The director must be among the passersby nearby. Yang Jian's popularity across the country in the past five years was due to his solid acting skills and professional spirit.

  His own emotions are still not in place, and if the director doesn't yell "cut", he has to keep acting.

  Yang Jian looked at Yang Qiao and said: "What's wrong with my eyes?"

  "It's bleeding."

  Yang Jian's eyebrows furrowed, and he stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears that had just fallen. Blood-red tears! They were actually bloody tears! Yang Jian's heart suddenly panicked, this wasn't prop dye, it was clearly not, he could still smell the stench of blood on his hands.

  Yang's words were not finished, his eyes involuntarily flowed out blood water, and his pupils were full of blood threads! A pair of bloody pupils stared at her, even if this person was her second brother, she couldn't help but be frightened.

  Yang Jian's eyes were filled with blood and tears, and his pupils had turned red. The people around him saw this and panicked, fleeing in all directions, thinking they had encountered a monster! When Wu Ma Zi came to his senses, he found that everyone around him had run away, and even his two personal bodyguards were trembling with fear, but did not dare to leave.

  They just need to leave, what they will lose is either their lives or their rice bowls.

  Wu Mazi kicked them angrily and scolded: "You damn it, useless things! A few dark clouds scared you into this dog-like state. Haven't you ever seen rain before?"

  Wu Mazi's panic in his heart had subsided, and he once again put on a fierce and sinister appearance.

  One of the servants said in a low voice: "Master Wu, Yang Jia has stood up again."

  He also saw the blood tears in Yang Jian's double pupils, and was so frightened that his whole body trembled. Yang Jian? When Yang Jian heard him say his own name, he became even more curious.

  Watching that fleeing person, Yang Jian was unexpectedly surprised, this group of actors is too professional, every single one of their expressions can win the Golden Horse Award for Best Actor!

  Everyone ran away, not a single one was left. Yang Jian thought that the director hiding in the crowd also didn't stay behind. This is filming, how can someone call out their own name?

  Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, a chill ran up from his feet to the top of his head! His scalp felt numb and tingling!

  Wu Mazi only then noticed Yang Jian's pupils, a lump of phlegm was stuck in his throat, he wanted to swallow but couldn't, and wanted to spit it out but couldn't.

  "Monster! Monster!"

  A loud cry, Wu Mazi stumbled and ran away, didn't run a few steps before tripping and falling, two men hastily helped him up, the three of them fleeing in all directions.

  Monster? Is he saying that he is a monster? Are we filming a horror movie? Yang Jian hastily wiped away the tears from his eyes and looked around nervously.

  Suddenly shouted: "Ka ka ka ka, stop! Don't shoot, don't shoot! Director hurry up and stop!"

  Yang Jian rummaged through the streets, but couldn't find anyone else. Yang Chan looked at him with a worried face, and even suspected that Yang Jian's brain had been damaged by Wu Mazi.

  Yang Chang grabbed Yang Jian's hand and said anxiously: "Second brother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

  Yang Jian let out a long sigh, his eyebrows tightly furrowed! The blood threads in his pupils had also slowly dissipated, returning to normal eyes.

  "Tell me, where is your director? Where is the camera? You call me Second Brother, what kind of play are you guys filming?" Yang Jian stared at Yang Yan with some exasperation.

  "Second brother, what's wrong with you? I don't understand what you're saying at all?"

  Could it be that I really have been reborn? Yang Jian stood there, stunned and motionless, with thoughts flying wildly in his mind! All of this wasn't a dream, what he experienced was reality.

  When that white, blood-stained brain appears before one's own eyes, the emotions are so real! Upon seeing this thing, no one can say they're still human. A person who can exist.

  Even if reborn, still have to go through the formalities. Just now when I was unconscious, I thought I was on the Yellow Spring Road, and had jumped over the Ghost Gate, Yanluo Temple, Forgetful River, Naihe Bridge, and Mengpo Soup.

  Not only did they jump past, but they also became a 15-year-old girl. Is the girl in front of me the sister of this body?

  He called himself second brother, so naturally there was an older brother or sister above him. Yang Jian thought of this and was shocked in his heart!

  He looked at Yang Jiao and asked: "What did the man with a pockmarked face just now call me?"

  Yang Chan looked at Yang Jian with a puzzled expression and said softly, "Second brother, what's wrong with you? Did Wu Mazi hit your head again?"

  Yang Jian smiled faintly and said, "Is he calling me Yang Jiaolong?"

  Yang Chan reached out to touch Yang Jian's forehead, and only when she didn't feel any heat did she put her hand down, looking at Yang Jian and saying: "Second Brother, have you even forgotten your own name?"

  Yang Jian? Guan Jiang Kou? Yang Chan? Yang Jian couldn't help but laugh, he never thought that he would be reborn as the body of Zhao Hui Xian Sheng Er Lang Zhen Jun, this made him who didn't believe in ghosts and gods cry with laughter.

  Yang Jian can be said to be an indispensable and extremely heavy figure in mythology, the product of the immortals and mortals. Although Yang Jian did not know much about the theory of gods and demons, he could not help but know this name of Yang Jian, nor could he not know it.

  Yang Jian hastily patted his own forehead, where was the third eye? Hadn't the heavenly eye opened yet? There were no howling heaven dogs by his side, nor a three-pointed double-bladed knife.

  Yang Chan looked at Yang Jia, sometimes with a bewildered expression, sometimes grinning from ear to ear, and sometimes staring blankly into space, even slapping his own forehead. She thought he had really suffered a severe head injury.

  Yang Jian's smile suddenly stopped, and he looked at Yang Jiao and said: "Are our parents still alive?"

  Yang Can's delicate eyebrows furrowed as she said, "Yes, they're at home. Second Brother, let's hurry back. If we return late, Father and Mother will scold us."

  Father and mother are still here! Took another look at his own hands and feet! This is the young Yang Jian! Not the Second True Lord of the Three Realms after becoming a god. Although there was a suspicion of being deceived, Yang Jian did not disappoint.

  His parents are already the greatest blessing to him, his life has long been glorious wealth and a good body, what he lacks is motherly love, fatherly love, and romantic love. Having these for no reason, he naturally feels happy in his heart.

  Yang Jian glanced at Yang Chao, and above them, there was only one brother left, Yang Jiao.

  "Are you sure you're not filming a movie? Am I really Yang Jian?"

  "Second brother, what's this 'shooting a film' all about? I think we should quickly find a doctor to treat your illness instead."

  Yang Jian smiled lightly and said: "Heaven is really kind to me, sending me such a lovely and polite little sister."

  He walked up to the 36th floor of the skyscraper, just to get rid of himself, to get rid of Yang Jian's identity! Forget about some of his own sorrows. Now that he has been reborn, he wants to re-enjoy this brand new world.

  He is like a newborn baby, full of curiosity towards the ancient world. He is now Yang Jian!

  "Second brother, what are you muttering about?"

  "Nothing, just thinking about some things. By the way, who was that person earlier?"

  Yang Chan looked at Yang Jiaolong with an inexplicable expression and said, "He's your arch-nemesis, you two almost fight every day. Your parents have punished you countless times, yet you still don't know to repent!"

  Yang Chan pouted, her hands on her hips. Yang Jia couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, discovering that the future Third Holy Mother had a short temper.

  "Hey! Move aside! Move aside!"

  At this moment, the originally deserted street suddenly rushed out a person, and that person's feet were windy! From the head of the street, he appeared in an instant and arrived beside Yang Jia. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a Taoist priest.

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