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Chapter 792 My hometown is not like this

"That's not right! He shouldn't be that strong! If any small thug in Qingyun has this much fighting power, how on earth does he get beaten up every day?"

Amid the sounds of chaotic footsteps, Yan Qichang, who had disguised himself as a trash can through the art of construction, huddled in the corner, using his size advantage as a two-year-old child to avoid pursuit.

At this moment, his heart was filled with curses. He just found a gangster to rob because he had no money. Who knew that this gangster actually had the strength of a top visionary!

Facing such an enemy, his two-year-old body that had never undergone any flesh modification could not hold out even with the will and faith of a creator!
Moreover, through strolling around before, he had already confirmed that this broken place was the hometown in his memory. Whether it was the grocery store selling popsicles on the street or the fragrant stewed pork stall all year round, they were all so familiar.

"So, in Qingyun's time, is there really such a master who is a gangster? Why haven't I heard of him? Is it because I was only two years old at that time? By the time I grew up, he had already been recruited or even died?"

Yan Qichang thought silently in his heart, but suddenly felt a sense of disharmony.

That feeling is like when you suddenly lose focus while watching a movie. The scenes are clearly flashing before your eyes and you can hear the lines in your ears, but your consciousness is completely out of the plot.

But compared to the movie, the one who changed at this time was himself!
His body and consciousness seemed to be disconnected and began to move spontaneously, which made him feel a long-lost sense of panic.

"Stop!"

This thought arose in an instant, and the picture suddenly froze. A feeling of falling as if the soul was returning to the body came over Yan Qichang. He found that the feeling of separation had disappeared, but his body had become several sizes larger.

At the same time, that information reappeared in his mind -

[1-2, you are a gifted person who has had a restless heart since childhood. When you were two years old, you secretly left home with your frame skills and caused quite a stir. Fortunately, you were born smart and did not encounter any real danger. This danger did not end your adventurous spirit. Since then, you often secretly left home to embark on your own adventures.]

"I see, is this a simulation? The development of things is determined by my choices? Except for the main decisions, the middle will be skipped, but I seem to be able to subjectively decide the 'important decisions'? According to that old guy, this thing can turn nightmares into humans? Well, it is probably by experiencing a human life to accumulate enough self-awareness or something like that? Forget it, it's too troublesome. Anyway, it's enough to know the general idea!"

Yan Qichang nodded thoughtfully and immediately began to look around.

He had discovered long before that although he had returned to this era, he had not entered into his true identity. This made him curious - does he exist in this world?
Thinking of this, he activated the structure again, leaving a self-disciplined clone in the original place, and walked towards his home along the familiar road.

“Are you really here?”

Looking at the familiar bungalow not far away, Yan Qichang didn't know what to feel for a moment. He was a mature architect and naturally understood that the parents here might not be his real parents, but seeing a four or five-year-old self playing in the yard really gave him an indescribable throbbing.

But... "Is my house so big?" Yan Qichang calmed down and immediately felt something was wrong. Although affected by his current body shape, he knew very well that his bungalow did not have such a big yard, and it should not have such good wall paint. In fact, if he was not too familiar with the surrounding environment, he might not think this was his home.

Just when he was wondering, the little kid who was digging sand in the sand pit with his butt sticking out seemed to sense something. He turned his head suddenly, and a sharp look appeared on his young face!
"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

Listening to the little adult-like questioning, Yan Qichang even wanted to laugh. No, he really laughed. And then, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because another self has already rushed over!

"What the hell! Was I that good at fighting when I was four?"

Yan Qichang was stunned when he saw himself flying towards him like a rocket. It was okay for that top dreamer gangster, but didn’t he know himself?
Not to mention four or five years old, before he was ten years old, he was an ordinary child. Later, he went to the school in his parents' factory and developed some talent for iron cannon jade. Only then did he embark on the path of an architect. How could he have such combat power at the age of four?
However, he was not careless at this moment as he had been through many battles. He raised one hand horizontally, and the air flow became thick and heavy. He took advantage of the situation to deflect the punch thrown by the child, and the whole person was just like this...

"wrong!"

The originally smooth structure suddenly froze, and the sticky airflow suddenly turned into a large amount of crumpled plastic wrap. Fortunately, Yan Qichang was not a quick-successful contestant who had only strength but no realm. With a thought, the plastic wrap was rolled into a ball, but at the same time, a cloud of dust chased out from the yard, as if it was going to wrap him up!
"This is unfair! Whose child's brain can withstand such high-frequency movements? Aren't you afraid that their thinking will become rigid?"

Yan Qichang finally realized at this moment that the thing in front of him was not his childhood at all, but a Creator in the skin of a child. Although he was still far from his prime, he was undoubtedly the Creator!
"What the hell, if you can cheat, my brain will really overheat!"

As the thought came to his mind, Yan Qichang immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing the fight. He suddenly expanded his body, and the camouflaged shell suddenly exploded, turning into smoke filled with disturbing aura, while his real body took advantage of the impact and quickly retreated.

Yan Qichang retreated more than 30 meters, but he realized that this was far from enough. Just as he was thinking about the next escape route, a familiar voice came from that abnormal home:
"Qichang! How many times have I told you to play in the yard? Don't run too far! Human traffickers are rampant nowadays!"

"Good fellow, who dares to kidnap this person?"

Yan Qichang rolled his eyes and complained about the "mother", but then a handkerchief covered his mouth...

[1-3, because you were too conceited, after a great fight, you ran into a human trafficker when you were exhausted. You were abducted to a completely unfamiliar place...]

"What the hell, my old family is the top dreamer per capita, right?"

(End of this chapter)