The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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My eyes were closed and I couldn't open them, and it was pitch black again. If I miss this chance, I don't know when I will be able to show my face in front of Huo Yan again." Gu Weiman was dragged forward by the middle-aged woman. "My...Gu Weimian's funeral?" The middle-aged woman pulled her skirt, and the skirt made a sharp tearing sound in the quiet space.
The sales manager was stunned for a moment.
"have no idea.
Where is Gu Weiman?
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Where is Gu Weiman?
At this moment, she herself was confused.
My eyes were closed and I couldn't open them, and it was pitch black again.
She returned to her previous state of being unable to move at all.
The terrifying feeling of being frozen in place.
Gu Weimian shook his body.
The feeling of having one's soul imprisoned.
She took a deep breath, but felt nothing in her lungs.
There is no feeling of fullness from being filled with air, nor is there a feeling of suffocation from lack of oxygen.
What on earth is going on?
Gu Weimian felt a little panicked.
He suddenly sat up from where he was.
Then there was a blinding white light before my eyes.
Before she could see her surroundings clearly, she felt a sharp pain in her philtrum.
She frowned.
"pain!"
This one word made her relax, but her heart also skipped a beat.
This voice... doesn't sound like hers.
Gu Weimian subconsciously looked at his body.
The first thing you see is a pair of straight white legs exposed from under the bright yellow skirt. The toes are painted bright red, and at the ankle, there is a conspicuous red rose tattooed.
The moment he saw the red rose, Gu Weimian frowned subconsciously.
In her previous life, because of her beautiful appearance, many people used red roses to compare her.
In fact, the flower she hates most is the red rose.
Before Gu Weimian could understand her current situation, she was pulled up by a pair of rough big hands.
The action was very brutal.
Gu Weimian staggered and almost fell down.
She looked up and what came into her sight was a vast expanse of white waves.
Looking up further, you will see a bloody mouth.
"Hurry up, hurry up, this is such a rare opportunity. I heard Huo Yan takes this matter very seriously. If I miss this chance, I don't know when I will be able to show my face in front of Huo Yan again."
Gu Weiman was dragged forward by the middle-aged woman.
On a small hill in the distance, there were a lot of people standing crowded together.
There are heads next to each other, but it is very quiet. These people are wearing only black and white, and even their hair cannot be found to have a third color.
It looked like a collective pantomime.
A tall man stood in the middle.
A familiar feeling surged in Gu Weimian's heart, but before she could figure it out, she was stuffed into a car and her vision was blocked.
But she was in no mood to care more.
His eyes fell on the rearview mirror.
It was her in the mirror, but it wasn't her.
This is a childish face of only sixteen or seventeen years old. Compared with her original one, it is rounder, with single eyelids and a turned-up nose, and is naturally cute and adorable.
However... at this moment, this innocent face is very... solemn.
She blinked.
"Where is this?"
The voice was a little weak.
Had she been reborn again, this time into another person's body?
The woman next to him had an unusually loud voice.
"Gu Weimian's funeral! What's wrong with you? I've told you so many times, but you just don't take it seriously. And you even came here wearing a dress like this!"
As she spoke, she tugged at the skirt on Gu Weimian.
The bright yellow stands out against the backdrop of a world of black and white.
Gu Weimian took a deep breath.
"My...Gu Weimian's funeral?"
The middle-aged woman pulled her skirt, and the skirt made a sharp tearing sound in the quiet space.