4. Find...

"I want a computer." After returning home, he silently rested on his little room for a while, and when he heard the sound of the key turning the door, Ou Lingyi ran to the door and greeted his mother who came home for the first time.

In the last life, he was betrayed by his mother at a very young age, and he never felt the warmth of a day's mother's love, and had absolutely no feelings for this irresponsible woman. If it wasn't for waiting here for Ou Xingzhen to find him, he would have been impatient to stay by her side.

"You bastard! Eat the old lady, drink the old lady! Now I still want to ask the old lady for something! No way!" The expected roar and abuse poured out to Ou Lingyi.

Piece of lips, Ou Lingyi was indifferent to such abuse, still staring at her eyes and repeating: "I want a computer! Now! Immediately!"

Released traces of spiritual power to invade the woman's brain and controlled her mind, Ou Lingyi repeated his instructions.

The woman's eyes became slack, and she repeated flatly, "I want a computer, now, right now." Picking up the bag she just put down, she walked out the door with a straight face, ready to buy a computer.

Looking at the stiff and straight back of the woman as she left, Ou Lingyi sat on the sofa and pouted her lips contemptuously: This woman's mind is simply too weak, she can easily be captured by him, and there is no sense of accomplishment in her control.

Instructing women to prepare what they want, Ou Lingyi started a hard medical career.

Go out for an hour of jogging at 5:00 every day to exercise your stamina. Endurance is important for surgeons who operate for dozens of hours at every turn.

Jog back and practice martial arts for a while. In the last life, he stayed in the Ou family for so long. As the second young master of the Soprano family, Ou Xingtian also arranged for people to teach Ou Lingyi self-defense techniques. Once again in this life, Ou Lingyi will naturally pick up martial arts. At a critical moment, relying on spiritual power alone cannot guarantee his safety 100%.

After practicing martial arts, it is necessary to practice the stable and meticulous xing of the hand. Ou Lingyi started from the simplest apple peeling practice, and gradually evolved to carving, and then to micro-carving. In short, try to make your hands stable, casual and meticulous to make any difficult movements.

In the evening, he collected some current medical information on the Internet, paid attention to the latest news of the current gān cell transplantation, and wrote a report on his own re-drafted research plan.

After doing all this, Ou Lingyi had time to rest for a while. If there was moonlight that night, he would lie quietly on the small balcony of the room, meditate with his eyes closed, and absorb energy.

Years slipped away quietly under this tense and dull life, and Ou Lingyi was fourteen years old in a blink of an eye.

In the smoky bathroom, Ou Lingyi stood under the shower head and closed his eyes to feel the comfortable feeling of the warm water washing over his skin.

If there is anyone at this moment, they will be amazed by the charming young man in front of him. The baptism of the moonlight brought Ou Lingyi the moonlight-like clarity and grace.

The skin that has not been exposed to the sun for many years is fair to transparent, and after being fumigated by the hot air, it glows an attractive pink. The water droplets swim on the tender skin, and then slide down along the perfectly slender body curve, making the boy's body crystal clear, as if it is about to emit light. The young man's soft and fine black hair was soaked in water and adhered to the sides of his cheeks obediently, with a forbidden beauty.

He opened his big eyes, and his long and thick eyelashes were like two small fans, one after another, and itchy hearts floated. The dark and silvery shimmering eyes formed two deep vortexes, as if to inhale the soul of the person they saw.

Frowning, carefully examining his appearance in this world, Ou Lingyi raised his eyebrows in surprise. This face doesn't quite match the appearance he remembered when he was fourteen years old, it seems to be more perfect.

Carefully rubbing the lines of his face, he tried to recall what he looked like at his age in the last life.

That's all, no matter what the reason for the change, I'm already a brand new me, so there's no need to worry about my past life. Thinking like this, Ou Lingyi gave up his memory, wiped the water droplets off Gān's body neatly, and simply wrapped a bath towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom to find clothes to wear.

"Hehe, little beauty! I've been waiting for you for a long time! When I see you, my heart itch!" A lewd male voice appeared in the room, and at the same time, two thick arms wrapped around his delicate waist from behind Ou Lingyi.

Ou Lingyi, who was bending over and looking for clothes in the closet with his back to the door, raised his eyebrows, quickly grabbed the little fingers of the visitor's hands, and slammed them outwards. Two crisp clicks sounded, and the visitor's little finger was caught by him. It was broken and stabbed at the palm of the hand at a strange angle, making people terrified.

The visitor let go of his hand and lay on the ground screaming in pain. With ten fingers connected to the heart, it must be very painful to be broken by life.

Ou Lingyi looked at the chunky middle-aged man who was rolling and moaning constantly on the ground, and the memory of his previous life came to his eyes. He will never forget that in the previous life, it was this man who bought his first time and started his selling career.

Ou Lingyi narrowed her cat-like pupils in disgust, and Ou Lingyi's eyes became dark and unclear. He took a few steps away from the middle-aged man and stood beside the room. Just touching this man made him feel nauseated for a while.

Pressing his lips tightly, Ou Lingyi released his spiritual power to capture this person's brain waves. In his mind, the illusion of the bloody sea of ​​hell was created, allowing him to experience the torture of the eighteen layers of hell one by one.