He picked up the hard buckwheat bread that was thrown in with him from the ground. He held it in his hand, his eyes staring straight at the injuries on his hand.

Blood is flowing out, very slowly, getting slower and slower.

Because he did not use much power, he didn't think about self-harm, but just had to eat something. A few minutes later, a magical thing happened. The swollen piece on his cheeks was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon he returned to his previous appearance.

"This simple skin injury has reached this level, which is pretty good." The child finally handed the bread into his mouth and grinded it, allowing the hard bread to slowly flow into his throat. Only this way can he feel a sense of eating.

"Taiwu Tianshu, continue Taiwu..." Eating the unsavory bread, he couldn't help but enter the scene he could not forget again, the scene he recalled countless times in his dreams: it was a woman, a woman he was very familiar with. Although he didn't know why, he knew that his feelings for her were unswerving, and that woman was like his creator.·

But that day, the woman was covered in blood and her dense cracks on her body were like a broken porcelain.

That day, the woman's originally energetic eyes were only dead silence and regret.

"Xu Tianshu, your future surname is Taiwu!" She took out a small stick with patterns from somewhere and looked at it, "I hate my own innocence. How can the world be as beautiful as comics... and she still dreams of farming in this world?"

"Strength is the source of everything, but unfortunately I didn't give you a good body..." Although the woman's body was extremely broken, she had no intention of passing away. "But... it's too late... talent is like this, hahaha..."

She held Tianshu's little face and looked at him with her eyes straight: "Tianshu, engrave my words in your heart. You are kind, but kind people cannot survive in this world. You need to change it. You want to rebel and only me. Even if you are not a martial arts stream, what if you are not a martial arts stream? Taiwu's descendants don't need those at all. Maybe it's not you, but our descendants will stand at the peak of this world sooner or later!"

Suddenly, the firmness on her face disappeared. With a sense of regret, she let go of Tianshu's face with one hand, and only one hand left to stroke the carefully carved face of her, fantasizing how dazzling he would be when he grows up, "I... I'm actually so regretful... I would have opened a modifier for you if I had known that I would have been here. I still hope that the person standing at the top is you..."

At that time, Tianshu didn't understand what she meant, farming flow, fighting flow, modifier, etc.

"If we were all fighting each other... how great it would be..." With a hint of fascination, the woman looked at Tianshu for the last time, "Tianshu, I have fought with my enemies, don't worry about anything else. Remember, don't waste my last wish, you have to survive first." After the words fell, she turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the place, sinking into the short stick. Then the short stick pierced into his Tianling cap in Tianshu's confused eyes and disappeared.

At that moment, the four words "Fu Yu's sword hilt" appeared in his memory for the first time.

It was from this moment that Xu Tianshu disappeared and Taiwu Tianshu was born.

"It's been a year, but nothing has changed."

In the grocery room, the boy, who should be called Taiwu Tianshu, broke free from his memories, and looked at him with unconscious eyes. There was nothing to others, but it was dazzling to him.

There are five partitions on an interface that others cannot see.

On the first interface, the two characters are the words "character", which are exactly what I am dressing now.

Title: None

Name: Taiwu Tianshu

Gender: Male

Charm: Dragon Pose

Subordinate: Taiwu Village

Identity: The successor of Taiwu (Chirong)

Position: kind / mediocre

Reputation: unknown

Mood: General

Reincarnation:??

On the right side of these messages, a thin figure wearing sacks of clothes was exactly what he looked like at this time, and it reads: Fourteen years old, born in the beginning of spring.

On the right, there are several unique symbols, some are stars and some are villains. Each of them represents different attributes, but at this time they are question marks.

At the bottom of the interface, there are characters in a row:

[A pinch of soil, self-discipline, unscrupulous jade, divine sharpness, colorful, born in the beginning of spring, with golden eyes (fake), and a magical prickly into the devil]

Except for the demonic appearance of the Xiangshu, these things all appeared on that day. Although he didn't know what happened, he vaguely guessed that these things all refer to himself.

After all, the person in the picture is bald like him, and he is doing exactly the same movements as him at any time. However, from time to time, some memories that do not belong to him appear, prompting him to slowly understand these things. And the most important point is that the demonic appearance appeared after he ate something full of spiral patterns and was called the devil fruit in his memory. Only this comment with a line of words:

【Phase Pushing: Flow】

【Water-based:—10】

"Things that are better than mirrors." Tianshu said to himself, casually looking at the injury column in the character attributes, showing the injury in the left hand: Bleeding-5; then he no longer paid attention. Then he turned a page, and the equipment column. In the huge space, there was only a sack of clothes and a small wooden thorn, only the name and no other introduction.

The page is a prop bar, and it is finally not empty. At this time, there are many small things of different shapes and a bunch of scattered parts and some gadgets in the prop bar. The wood is exactly the same as the wooden board he used to repair the boat before, and it was all collected by him. As for where... a ship is, no matter how rotten it is, it will not break holes every day, right? But if the wall of the boat is a little thinner...

There are also several books, with different colors, three of them in gray, each of which are marked with the lowest nine grades, namely Peiran Jue, Taizu Changquan, Xiao Zongyue Gong, and the rest are one gold and one red, and the golden one is a pile of powder. It was once a book, but it has already died.

The red one is quite complete, with the cover with the word Tianshu written on it.

The title of the fourth page is Technique, which is marked with various texts that he thinks are talented, such as medical skills, forging, Taoism, wood making, etc., but unfortunately he cannot see anything other than these titles.

His eyes couldn't help but wander between the book "Tianshu" and the pile of parts.

"It should be soon." Tianshu was looking forward to it.

Seeing this, Tianshu closed the interface in front of him, moved a lot of debris and took out a small notebook from a corner, turned it on it, and there was a character with no face, because it was meaningless. There was only a hairstyle and a rough description of the clothes. After turning four pages in a row, he drew the outline of the pirate who had just caused his face to swell on the latest page, added features such as clothing, and marked it: No. 5.

Tianshu under the moonlight had a look of indifferent eyes.
Chapter completed!