"Am I reborn?" Lang Hui suddenly felt a ridiculous feeling.

Ask: If you are saving humanity and fighting the enemy very bravely, but when you are ready to sacrifice your life for this great cause with a righteous look on your face, you suddenly read the file and go back many years ago, it is like you suddenly stepping on the air while going down the stairs - it's uncomfortable!

"Hank?" Lang Hui moved his shoulders gently, and his memory slowly opened. He seemed to remember that there was indeed such a thing at the beginning. It was because he had just arrived at school more than ten years ago and was hit by a guy before he even registered. The man was Hank. Moreover, later, he learned from Mary's mouth that the reason for being hit was that Hank was only staring at the beautiful girl on the roadside, but did not pay attention to Lang Hui in front of him.

The disturbing memories hit his brain, making him feel a little uncomfortable. But now he really wants to know how Hank is. If he is reborn, what about Hank? If...

"He is afraid that you won't forgive him, so..."

"Beautiful girl, please tell Hank that I miss him very much and hope to meet him. The specific time... It's only two days later. By the way, in addition, I really hope to have the honor to have dinner with you. Of course, today is obviously not possible." Lang Hui looked helpless and continued: "Maybe it will be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, will it be convenient for you to see the time?"

Mary left, Lang Hui did not keep her. His mind was in chaos now. Before he figured out what was going on, he didn't know how to tell Mary. She just invited Mary to dinner, but she politely refused.

"Tian Anping, help me to the window." Lang Hui said this sentence in English.

Tian Anping looked in his early twenties, and looking at him, Lang Hui suddenly remembered Alec, but he didn't know...

"Okay, young master, then again, the young master speaks very well in English! But can the young master speak Chinese? You know, I'm not very good in English." Tian Anping walked to the bed briskly and helped Lang Hui get out of bed.

Lang Hui was stunned for a moment, and then laughed silently. In fact, it was not that he did not speak Mandarin, but that he forgot what to say for a while. You should know that although he had just come from China for a few days, in fact, he had lived in the United States for more than ten years. In the past ten years, no one spoke Mandarin to him. Over time, he had become accustomed to speaking English.

"I... try." Lang Hui returned with a little stuttering.

Lang Hui could see that Tian Anping had good physical fitness and was still a trainer, but he did not take it to heart.

When I came to the window, outside was the bustling city of Boston, with traffic and green trees. The Charles River flowed quietly. Although it did not have the magnificent momentum of the motherland's Yellow River, it was clear. Cruise boats slowly drifted with the waves on the river surface, like maple leaves falling into the pond, colorful. On both sides of the river embankment, under rows of parasols, are vivid faces, enjoying the leisure and elegance of the afternoon, and have a unique charm.

The summer sun shines on the streets of Boston, quietly telling the afternoon of a city.

However, Lang Hui stared at the scenery in front of him in a daze and said nothing for a long time.

"Young Master, do you want to go out for a walk? The doctor said that in the past few days, you'd better rest in bed, otherwise it may affect your recovery. Also, Lang Shilin will arrive at Boston Airport in the afternoon. If he sees that you don't have a good rest, I'll be in trouble." Tian Anping said endlessly, but Lang Hui didn't listen to a word.

"Boston! Harvard University!" Lang Hui felt that his mind was a little too short. Boston had been destroyed by overwhelming natural disasters ten years ago. Now, seeing this beautiful city again makes me feel a different feeling in my heart.

Suddenly thinking of something, Lang Hui grabbed Tian Anping's arm and asked anxiously: "What day is today?"

"Ah? Master, what's wrong with you? Oh, by the way, you must be worried about registration. You don't have to worry about the school. My subordinates have already done it for you. They know that you have an accident, so they didn't make things difficult for me. Moreover, the incident happened at the gate of their school, and the perpetrators are members of their school team, and they themselves bear considerable responsibilities."

"I'll ask you for the date!" Lang Hui rudely interrupted Tian Anping's nagging.

Tian Anping was startled and immediately returned obediently: "August 26th, Wednesday." It seemed that she was scared by Lang Hui, and Tian Anping unexpectedly did not say more nonsense.

"years!"

Tian Anping was stunned and thought to himself that the young master might have broken his head, and he forgot about the years. He complained in his heart, but he was not slow in his mouth: "2017."

"2017, eleven years ago..." Then he was knocked down by a huge sense of happiness.

When he woke up again, the ward was pitch black, and a little starlight faintly shone outside the window. It was not a large-scale lighting effect, but a real starlight.

Maybe after several miserable fainting, I woke up this time and felt much better, my head no longer hurts, and my body is also energetic. Unlike before, I had to support Tian Anping if I wanted to get out of bed.

Recalling the previous conversation with Anping Tian, ​​Lang Hui couldn't help but feel excited. In 2017, eleven years ago, after destroying Atlas, he unexpectedly returned to eleven years ago. The young Mary, the family deacon, and the modern city that had long disappeared, all of this silently proved the authenticity of this matter to him.

"Haha, haha!" Lang Hui couldn't help laughing out loud. After ten years of disasters and wars, returning to a comfortable life is the deepest longing and dream of everyone in the doomsday era.

There is still a whole year before the disaster breaks out, more than 300 days, countless hours, and long-lasting comfort.

Thinking of the bright lights and wine of modern cities, Lang Hui sighed with a rare sigh. At this moment, all this is so easy to obtain, and sometimes happiness comes so suddenly.

"Young Master, you are awake." Suddenly, a slightly calm voice appeared in the dark ward.

"Oh~~Fak" The dark room was filled with Lang Hui's roar, which scared him very much.

The angry Lang Hui roared hysterically: "You damn guy, are you sure you must scare me to death?"

Lang Hui, who was missing a better life, was frightened to death by the sudden sound. He kept touching his chest with both hands and cursing directly in his mouth, but he used English to curse.

The lights were on, and in front of him was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a short beard, like Tian Anping, wearing a black suit, which seemed to be their standard outfit, but at this time the middle-aged man's face was not very good-looking.

Although he is not a direct descendant of the Lang family, he is still under the surname Lang. If he really counts by seniority, he is still one generation higher than Lang Hui and one generation with his father. He doesn't understand anything else, but he really listens to the words "Fake". Lang Hui is so rude to him that even if he doesn't say it, he feels uncomfortable.

Seeing the middle-aged man's bad expression, Lang Hui finally realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, and quickly remedyed it: "I'm sorry, sorry, I don't know that it's uncle you're here, but I did start to scare me just now. You know that I'm injured in my head and I'm always confused about the situation."

"Cough cough"             The middle-aged man coughed twice before he said slowly: "I don't know that your English is so good..." Basically, he didn't understand anything, so he understood the "Sao Rui" at the beginning.

Lang Hui was stunned and then realized that he had lived in the United States for 11 years and was proficient in several languages, including English, Latin, etc. But he forgot that he was just a second-generation ancestor who had just come from China. Not to mention English, he could not even recognize words in his native language. This sudden speaking of such fluent English would certainly make people doubt.

"Uh...hehe, it's...uncle...uncle is here...well...I'm hurting...it's still very painful." This time he spoke Chinese, but he didn't speak very fluently. Compared with the English just now, what he said at this moment was like a foreigner doing a voice and listening test question.

Hearing Lang Hui say this, the middle-aged man's expression eased a little. Then he frowned and thought to himself: "Lang Hui has seen him several times when he was young, but he hasn't seen him again for a long time. I heard that when Lang Hui grew up, he was a complete playboy. Smoking, drinking, perming his hair... No, gambling, playing girls are all trivial matters. It is said that with several young men in the imperial capital, he was not doing his job all day, bullying men and women, and even kidnapped female celebrities in a circle. This incident was quite a big deal and was left unresolved. His father had no choice but to send him to the United States and cut off all his financial support. Unexpectedly, he was hit by a car on the first day of reporting. I don't know if it was a retribution."

Even so, Lang Hui is also the young master of the Lang family. He broke his bones and connected his tendons. When he heard that Lang Hui was hit, the head of the family wanted to fly over immediately, but domestic affairs cannot be separated from him. He could only send the most prestigious deacon in the family to handle the matter here.

The middle-aged man's name is Lang Shilin. He is fifty this year. However, to outsiders, he is only about forty years old and is in his prime. In the family, his status is very special. He is a senior manager of the Lang family. He holds a position of administrative minister in the Lang family. In fact, he will basically handle all the big and small things in the Lang family. It can be said that he has a very strong status in the Lang family. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is less than one person and more than ten thousand people. This time, Lang Hui was in a car accident and he actually handled related matters, which shows how much attention the Lang family paid to this matter. In fact, when Lang Hui saw Lang Shilin, he was really shocked.

Lang Shilin nodded slightly and said, "Young Master, the master already knows what's happening here, but he is troubled by business and cannot visit him in person, so this time the matter here will be left to me to handle it with full authority. What matters do you need to explain to the school and the perpetrator?"

If Lang Shilin appears here, just because he was in a car accident, Lang Hui would not believe it. Lang Shilin must have a purpose when he came here, but these things have nothing to do with him. It is the family matter.

After pondering for a while, Lang Hui said: "I decided not to hold him accountable for the perpetrator. I don't want to affect the friendship between me and my classmates because of this incident. However, due to my current situation, it is really not suitable to start a new study immediately, so I have to rest for at least one month. The specific time depends on the recovery of the disease."

When he heard the front, Lang Shilin nodded slightly. This young master is a standard playboy in China. Unexpectedly, after going abroad, his temperament was slightly restrained. Maybe he had just arrived at a new place. But after hearing it, the taste changed. This young master was not restrained. It was obvious that he wanted to find an excuse to mess around.

What is this place? The land of the United States of America. On this land, as long as you have money, you are the emperor, and no one will care about you. Compared to the country, this place is more indulgent. How can a young man with a strong spirit come to this big city with bright lights and wine, so how can he calm down and study?

But this is what the master meant. He couldn't even interfere in a steward, but just sighed slightly: I didn't expect that the Lang family would have fallen to this level in this generation.

"This matter is not difficult to deal with. Does the young master have any other instructions?" Lang Shilin asked without moving.

"No more, no more, oh, by the way, that Oda is good, let him follow me these days."

"Yes." Seeing that Lang Hui stopped talking, Lang Shilin nodded slightly and said, "Since the young master has nothing else to do, I will deal with these matters. If the young master has any instructions, I can let Xiaotian contact you at any time. I will stay here for two to three days." After that, he opened the door and left.

Seeing Lang Shilin leave, Lang Hui breathed a sigh of relief. There was actually a reason why he kept Tian Anping by his side, because he had no money. As a family deacon, Tian Anping would have high travel subsidies when going out for business, and he kept this chattering because of this.

This time he came to study in Boston. When he left, his father Lang Shilong personally ordered to take away all his credit cards and only threw him a new card with 3,000 yuan in it. Not only that, he also took away his mobile phone. Not only did he not have money to spend, he could not even borrow money from someone. The mobile phone was collected, and all the contact methods were not used, and he could not remember the phone number, which led to him being a poor boy now. If he wanted to spend money, he had to keep Tian Anping.

"I'm here in the flower world!" With this idea, Lang Hui fell asleep again.

The flood, the boundless flood, destroys everything, destroys everything. It rises high like a jade pillar that lifts the sky, and then falls down with a bang, stomping everything under your feet.

The earth is roaring, humans are trembling, and tall buildings collapsed one after another. The beautiful city of human beings is now just a piece of rubble and ruins. Survivors are looking for food on the gravel and pray that the earth can grow fruits to fill their stomachs.

Thunderstorms, hail, storms, all the natural disasters you can think of, like ferocious beasts in Pandora's box, were released at the same time, raging on this land with a breath of destruction.

Lang Hui stood on a high mountain, looking at the doomsday scenery in front of him, and his face was calm. After the baptism of doomsday, Lang Hui has now become calm. However, it seems that something is wrong.

"Boom!" Suddenly, the mountain peaks under your feet vibrated violently, as if a prehistoric monster was at your feet, trying to rush out.

A hot torrent gushed out from the ground until a height of 1,000 meters. A large amount of thick smoke and burning gravel were thrown into the sky. After consuming their power potential energy, they smashed heavily and pushed the already devastated land into a deeper abyss.

The moment Lang Hui erupted, he had already turned into ashes and was blown to the point where he was blown.
Chapter completed!