The journey of creation from fantasy to reality

In this different world that Yuan Meng has just arrived, it can be said that the whole world is in chaos. Today you are a high-ranking noble.

Well, maybe you don’t need to wait until tomorrow, maybe in the next moment, you will be dead and your family will be wiped out.

The original owner of the body possessed by Yuan Meng was the son of a run-down nobleman from an ordinary kingdom. He could be said to be a very inconspicuous existence.

However, even such a small nobleman has many rights and wrongs.

Faced with this situation, Yuan Meng smiled bitterly, but he could not help but feel a little bit of joy.

After all, chaos is good. Only with chaos can you take advantage of the situation and fish in troubled waters.

However, he still needs to solve the immediate problem first

Yuan Meng's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked in the direction of the door of the room with an inexplicable expression.

"Bang~!"

At this time, a strong man like an iron tower, carrying a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, violently pushed the door open, making a loud bang.

The two of them didn't pay attention at all. Yuan Meng, the heir to the manor, strode in directly.

However, when they stepped into the room and saw Yuan Meng sitting on the bed and the dark pool of blood on the ground, they couldn't help but change their expressions slightly.

"Master Kane! Are you feeling better?"

The tower-like man was, after all, an adult, and he had almost complete control over the small manor, so his expression only changed slightly and he quickly returned to normal.

At the first moment, he bowed slightly to Yuan Meng and asked loudly with an excited expression. The rumble of his voice spread far and wide.

I didn’t know, but I thought he was so loyal.

"Brother, brother"

But the young man, after all, was young and was not good at concealing his emotions. At this time, his complexion had become extremely ugly, with a hint of paleness, and he shouted in a low voice with a slight stutter.

From his tone, one can see the fear of the body possessed by Yuan Meng.

After looking at the two of them playfully, Yuan Meng said lightly:

"No! Don't call me brother. I'm not your brother. And Captain Tamir, you can call me sir."

After all, the father of the original owner's body is dead. Although there are still some steps missing, legally speaking, he can be regarded as the owner of this manor. It is not an exaggeration to call him "sir".

After hearing what Yuan Meng said, the expressions of the two people opposite them immediately changed, and they both looked at Yuan Meng in shock.

The two of them didn't understand that in the past, this young man who was arrogant and arrogant, but was inherently bully and afraid of the strong, how could he find the courage to talk to them like this now?

When facing his cheap young brother, Kane was naturally arrogant and wished he could look up at the sky when he spoke.

But facing the strong man like an iron tower, the guard captain who has almost controlled the entire small manor's guard force, Kane has always been very humble, and can even be said to be fearful.

He had never dared to talk to Yuan Meng like he did now.

Naturally, Yuan Meng's current performance shocked them.

"It seems that our late eldest young master was not a simple person."

The strong man from the iron tower gradually became colder, and his tone of voice became even colder.

"Hmm~! Deceased?

That's true

It’s just that I’m alive again.”

Yuan Meng's tone was faint, his expression also began to become solemn, and his eyes gradually grew colder as he looked at the two of them.

"Besides, you won't die. Keeping you here will still be of some use."

"Huh~? Little John, you go out first."

After listening to Yuan Meng's words, the guard captain immediately picked up the collar of the boy next to him and threw him out of the room.

"Haha, it seems that you don't care much about your "son".

If that's the case, why do you let him out?

and

That doesn’t make sense either! "

Seeing the actions of the guard captain, Yuan Meng had no intention of stopping him. He just sat on the bed and said leisurely.

"Hmph! Since you don't want to see the Lord of the Dead, then I will send you down."

The guard captain didn't mean to say anything more, but his expression became even colder, and the shadows tended to turn black. He snorted coldly at Yuan Meng and said coldly.

After finishing speaking, the guard captain strode forward, stretched out his thick hands, and wanted to grab Yuan Meng's neck and directly break his neck.

As for the use of weapons, he had never thought about it, not to mention that if weapons were used, it would be difficult to deal with the aftermath.

Just say that this is just a young boy, how can he be taken seriously by a fighting master like him?

Looking at the guard captain approaching quickly, Yuan Meng felt calm, but when he was one step away from him, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and he looked straight into the guard captain's eyes.

"Look into my eyes"

"Huh~?!"

Listening to Yuan Meng's faint voice, the guard captain instinctively raised his eyelids and looked into Yuan Meng's eyes.

The moment the two sides made eye contact, the guard captain felt dizzy, as if he had seen an endless hell, which was pulling at his soul crazily.

"No~!"

Like a mosquito or a fly, the self-protection captain murmured in his mouth, but the voice was whispering, so even he himself might not be able to hear it clearly.

Moreover, that was just his body's survival instinct. In fact, all his mind was attracted by the hell presented by Yuan Meng's eyes. He could not sense the situation outside at all, nor could he control his body.

His body, which was striding forward, and his strong arms stretched out, had completely frozen on the spot.

After a while, the pupils of the captain's eyes contracted and expanded for a while, and then regained focus. Looking at Yuan Meng in front of him, he knelt on one knee.

"Tamir Cohen, meet the master!"

"Well, get up! Deal with the things outside"

Looking at Tamir Cohen who was kneeling on one knee and bowing his head in front of him, Yuan Meng said lightly.

"Yes! Master!"

Tamir responded respectfully, and then quickly got up and walked out of the room.

"What are you doing?"

Walking out of the room, looking at the row of guards standing outside, and John standing behind, carefully peeking into the room, Tamir roared in a rumbling voice.

"Captain, you're not?"

"Captain~Captain?"

Tamir's team members and John all looked at Tamir nervously.

"I'm not? I'm not something?

And little John, do your own thing and don't make a fuss about everything."

Tamir's eyes widened, his violent aura burst out, and he roared again.