Reincarnation Master

Fang Xian was a little flustered!

　　 Because he found that he couldn't sense his body anymore.

　　 itself can only exist in the form of the soul, and this new world seems strange.

　　 Tired!

　　 So tired!

　　 Even if I just turn my thoughts, I become tired.

　　 "I... the last world, I forcibly swallowed the reincarnation disk, and escaped under the punishment of heaven..."

　　 "It seems that there are some sequelae?"

　　 "But... as long as the reincarnation disk is still there, it is earned... the attribute bar swallows the reincarnation disk, what changes?"

　　 As soon as he thought of this, a light curtain appeared in his heart, and other data was hazy, only a small mark of reincarnation disc sent a message.

　　 "You can take the initiative to reincarnate... just need time to accumulate strength..."

　　 "A Congenital Spirit Treasure, just changed to an option that can be traversed actively? You pit me in the attribute bar..."

　　 "I am already in the new world? What is going on in this world?"

　　 Fangxian found that he was getting more and more tired, as if he had gone back to the past few lives when he was staying up late and playing games, his eyes were dark and he passed out again.

　　……

　　 In the darkness, I don't know how long it has passed before Fang Xian's consciousness regained consciousness.

　　 "My soul is still... but why is it so weak? Is it because the rules of the world are different? This world... is not suitable for Dongfang Xiandao?"

　　 This Fangxian is still a bit mentally prepared.

　　 Although the world does not recognize that he can't live forever with the primordial spirit, at least it greatly increases the life span of the soul of ordinary people, and can support several more reincarnations.

　　 Otherwise, after such a long time, his soul is afraid that it will reach the limit of lifespan. It is not a problem that can be solved by replacing the body.

　　 "Just...Where am I?"

　　 While he was still awake, Fang Xian began to explore the darkness around him.

　　 After a long time, his consciousness found boundaries all around, as if he was in a dark cage.

"what?"

　　 In the dark corners, there are a few lines of text.

　　 "...I don't understand! Can you speak the language of another world?"

　　 Fangxian just wanted to study, that groggy feeling reappeared, and he fell asleep again...

　　……

　　 I don't know how long it has been before, Fang Xian woke up and found that the text in another world had taken up half of the space.

　　 "Damn... how can I crack a brand new language?"

　　 He was a little crazy.

　　 Just then, I suddenly found a new line of writing, which was being formed.

　　 Although he still didn't recognize those strokes, Fang Xian spread his primordial power without hesitation.

　　 Through that brushstroke, he seemed to sense something.

　　 A word fell, and he seemed to see the warm and kind sunshine.

　　 "Sun!"

　　 "The word that just fell, it means ‘sun’ or ‘sunny’!"

　　 "Is someone writing? Through this brushstroke, I sensed the emotions of the person writing, which is equivalent to him or she teaching me to read..."

　　 When everyone writes, the corresponding meaning will come to mind.

　　 And Fang Xian can vaguely feel that kind of image through his own primordial spirit, and he can understand the meaning of these different words with a guess.

　　 "It's just... so tired..."

　　 After learning a few words that are not true and false, Fang Xian fell asleep again.

　　 Such repeated days, I don’t know how long it took.

　　……

"what?"

　　 Once, Fang Xian didn't know how long he had slept, but in the dimness, he felt a trickle, poured into his soul.

　　 He woke up, feeling that the state of the soul was better than ever, much better than the previous few times, and his thoughts turned quickly.

　　 At exactly this moment, another alien character was formed in the dark space.

　　 "I saw dark clouds... Does it mean cloudy or rainy?"

　　 "Death...withering..."

　　 "Friends..."

　　 Fangxian had learned a lot of words before. By this time, he could almost understand and start to interpret the previous texts, the different texts. At this time, in his eyes, it was already mostly understandable:

　　……

　　 "On the 13th, Sunny... go to school, chat with...,... is a very cheerful girl, I think I fall in love with her..."

　　 "On the 17th, overcast... holiday, go fishing with... lake, that fish is delicious..."

　　 The latest line of text is still emerging:

　　 "...It's raining, it's uncomfortable,...I died, I went to the funeral...I hope...I like that bouquet of daisies...Life is so short and sad..."

　　……

　　 Those omitted words are either Fang Xian's inaccurate meaning, or simply a person's name, because when touched, several different faces always appear in his soul.

　　 High nose, brown eyes, like a mixed race... The only thing worthy of comfort is that it is a human world.

　　 "Damn...I was reincarnated as a diary? Or... a living, no, ‘alive’ notebook? It was used to write a diary..."

　　 Fangxian perceives a terrible truth: "And... I am still unable to resist?"

　　 Fortunately, his character is tough, his soul is strong, but he did not collapse, and he accepted the reality after a period of time.

　　 "It is impossible to become a notebook, but...if you can't act on your own, you are very helpless...There is a big crisis..."

　　 He looked at this dark space and found that it was almost filled with diaries.

"If I were used to write a diary, as a notebook, it would have pages, no matter how thick it was, there would be a day to finish writing... At that time, I would either be locked up, I would never receive new messages, or be Sell ​​waste paper, take it to destroy and reshape... Then I just die like this?"

　　 If the attribute bar hasn’t collected enough energy for reincarnation before being ‘processed’, maybe it’s really dead!

　　 "No, it can't be like this!"

　　 Fangxian gritted his teeth: "So what should I do? Maybe...you can try it."

　　 He looked at the first few pages of the diary, the power of the soul spread upward ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ wanted to erase a punctuation mark.

　　 It was a diary from a long time ago, even if the original owner went to read it himself, he might not remember whether there were multiple punctuation.

　　 As a result, his power easily erased the punctuation.

　　 "Well...It seems that if I want to, I can swallow the traces of the previous text at any time and turn it into white paper again, so that people can write to the old...even..."

　　 He modified the power of the primordial spirit again, replacing one word with another.

　　 "Sure enough... I can not only erase the handwriting, but also take the initiative to reveal some information... Well, how do you feel similar to a certain demon surnamed Fu?"

"But this way... at least I can communicate with the owner of the notebook, no... If I find out that my notebook can write and respond, I will probably lose it, hide it, or try to destroy it... This is very unsafe. ..."

　　 Fangxian has no choice.

　　 This time his consciousness lasted for a long time, and he saw a few new diaries.

　　 Suddenly, one day, Fang Xian felt a shock in the space, and several diaries and the darkness they belonged to were torn apart.

　　 "No, those articles are... the man wrote some little secret diaries, he wants to destroy them?"

　　 "Damn, this is tearing the page of my book!"

　　 "When a diary is so miserable, it's a disaster!"

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