The Order of Purple Thorn

The old saying said that seeing something was unlucky, Nan Feng was deeply touched, because he was really unlucky.

The matter had to be started from one day ago. When Nan Feng returned to his residence one day ago, he saw his rented cousin taking a bath.

Nan Feng was a soldier. His original surname was Nan Guo, but because his surname was special, many people called him Nan Feng. To be exact, he was a specially recruited student from the military academy. As someone from an ancient martial arts family, he was very outstanding in close combat and was specially recruited into the military academy when he was still in middle school. He was doing quite well at the age of seventeen.

After receiving a few military merits, he had originally had a bright future. In the end, when he saw his cousin's beauty come out of the bath, everything changed.

Is there any problem with the explosives? There was only one answer, which was definitely not. Under such an emergency, Nan Feng's vigorous and vigorous hands became useful, and with a leap, he pushed down Supervisor.

Supervisor, who usually took care of his training and maintenance, had a slim and slim body pressed on top of it, making Nan Feng suddenly feel different.

"Nan Feng, what are you thinking about? What are you doing?" The beautiful Supervisor's face flushed. He used one hand to block Nan Feng's emotions that had changed a bit, preventing him from touching the Body that was not wearing pants, but only a skirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. My hands were shaking just now. There's a problem with the match of explosives, I was worried that it might explode …" Nan Feng was stuttering now.

"Is your hand shaking?" Chen Luo looked at Nan Feng with eyes that were about to spew fire, right at this moment, Nan Feng's hand was pressing down on a key part of her body.

Nan Feng stood up in a hurry, supporting himself with both of his hands. As he enjoyed the feeling, with a pant sound, he kicked the table with his jade legs, causing the explosive and potions on the table to be poured together.

Following the rumbling sounds, Nan Feng did not know what to do.

When he woke up again, Nan Feng found that his vision was completely black, a completely black patch.

Are your eyes going blind? Nan Feng was a little confused, and quickly got up.

Following the muffled sound, Nan Feng fell back down as he held his head.

Reaching out his hand to feel his surroundings, Nan Feng found himself surrounded by wooden boards. Just now was the first time his head and the wooden board was so intimate.

Damn it, a coffin! Nan Feng secretly cursed, he was obviously lying inside the coffin, he was in a mess, Nan Feng did not know what was going on.

Using his strength to bend his knee, Nan Feng began to attack the coffin.

After a few tries, Nan Feng finally managed to break open the coffin.

"The quality of the coffin is not good." Nan Feng muttered. In a situation where he was unable to use his power, his knees and elbows were bleeding. He followed the crack that was created and extended the arm out, slowly enlarging the crack before crawling towards the outside.

A pile of lonely graves!

A pile of lonely graves under the evening sun.

Nan Feng strongly patted the back of his head, he did not know what was going on, as someone from the Ancient Martial Family, if he were to pay respects to a family ancestor, even if he was buried alive, he would not be a lonely grave.

Patting the back of his head, Nan Feng felt dizzy, his hands were covered in blood, the back of his head was bleeding.

When he turned around to look, Nan Feng realized that this was the unmarked cemetery, where he had been buried alive.

Nan Feng reached out to his pockets to wipe them. He decided to smoke.

His hands were empty, not his pants, nor military pants, it was a set of robes, which made Nan Feng a little confused.

At this time, two youths appeared with filial hats on. The basket they were carrying was a tribute.

When they saw Nan Feng sitting at the top of the grave, the two of them were stunned.

"Ghost …" The two fellows turned around and ran.

"Ghost your head?" Nan Feng rushed forward and caught a youth.

The teenager turned around and punched Nan Feng in the forehead. The speed of the punch was extremely fast, and Nan Feng who was not prepared for it did not dodge it.

With his mind filled with golden stars, Nan Feng squatted. However, he did not let go and continued to hold onto the youth's sleeve.

"Hmm? With blood, Gongzi, you're not dead? " This youngster looked at the blood on his hands, and after smelling it, he looked at Nan Feng with a bit of astonishment.

"Gongzi... What do you think is going on? Which Bastard thing buried me alive? Luckily it wasn't cremation. " Nan Feng's head hurt so much that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

"Gongzi, you can't blame me. It was the other Gongzi's idea." The youth stammered.

"What Gongzi? Slow down. " Nan Feng rubbed the back of his head, he was extremely infuriated when he saw the blood in his hands. Gongzi? His cousins? He couldn't finish this.

"Several Great Gongzi s have been coveting the Gongzi's title for more than a day or two. You secretly peeked at Miss Qi Qi who was bathing, they used this as an excuse to beat you to death, and told the higher-ups that you fled while bearing the guilt." The youth said in a low voice.

"Sneak in the shower …" Run away with a crime, dukedom? " Nan Feng was completely confused, he did not understand what kind of method this was.

"Gongzi, you can't blame me for that. If Eldest Miss isn't home, then Liang Hou will decide everything in the residence." The youth whispered.

"I don't blame you. Tell me more about what happened in the manor." Nan Feng's head was about to explode.

Following the narration of this Little Si called Mu Mu, Nan Feng understood that when he arrived in the parallel dimension that Chen Luo had always mentioned, it was precisely another world that was parallel to the world he originally resided in.

The Body that Nan Feng was currently using was the weird looking Gongzi.

Nan Feng's Mother was a master alchemist from the Zijing Kingdom. Because of his outstanding achievements, he was awarded with a hereditary title bestowed by the Redbud King.

The hierarchy of Zijing Kingdom was strict. There were kings, dukes, dukes, uncles, and sons etc. They were a little weaker than Nan Feng, so there wasn't any baron around.

The Tang Mansion was a huge clan, and Nan Feng had a lot of older cousins. Everyone was fixated on the title of Tang Yun, if Nan Feng was surnamed Tang, then no one would have the idea, but the key point was that Nan Feng was not surnamed Tang, so all of the Tang Mansion's direct descendants would have to fight for it.

Nan Feng's Mother was at the Kingdom's Alchemy Workshop researching Alchemy. Since he was not in the clan, his few cousins installed a scene where Nan Feng peeked at the young miss while he was bathing, and with the addition of the rod, they beat his to death and threw his at the unmarked grave. According to them, it was Nan Feng who ran off, and according to Mu Mu, he really did watch the young miss bathe.

"All sorts of scenes are playing out here. Come, let's go back." Nan Feng patted the dirt on his body.

"Gongzi, don't go back. If you go back, you will be tricked to death." Mu Mu anxiously pulled on Nan Feng's sleeves.