Chapter 2: born again thirteen years old

When Luo Wei opened his eyes, he only felt that his whole body was hurting. He was very strange. Can the dead person still feel the pain? Just thinking, one hand covered his forehead. Rovi looked up at the owner of the hand, and the whole body shook. He actually saw his father, the father who had already died.

Wake up?
A young man with a dark skin also looked up and looked impatient.
Be yourself!

It’s the second brother. Rovi’s shaking is even worse. The second brother has been killed by his unbelievable younger brother. How can he still be alive?
"What is the pain?" Found Luo Wei's anomaly, Luo Zhiqiu was busy turning his head to the doctor.
The doctor who had to send the white came over to give Luo Wei a pulse, and his face was dignified.
"I," Luo Weiqiang forced himself not to go crazy, shaking and asking: "Where am I?"
"You are at home!" Luo said that when he saw this younger brother, he couldn't do anything with his words.
Rovi looked around, this room he remembered, it used to be his room, the ubiquitous luxury, showing the secular and shallow of his master.
"What do you want to do again?" Luo asked in a hurry.
"I am dead," said Rovi, speaking to himself.
"Are you dead?" Luo Ze's fire grew bigger. "Are we all ghosts?"
Rovi’s eyes were dark again.
"What happened to him?" Luo said that the younger brother had slept again, and this was tense and he was busy asking the doctor.
The doctor sighed, "Left," he said to Luo Zhiqiu: "The young son is suffering from internal injuries, not easy."
Rovi was awake for two more days before he woke up again. This time he was at his bedside with two little attendants, little and seven. Luo Wei remembers that these two people are also dead. He looked at the two attendants. He has always been bad for them. Or Luo Wei, who is a little son of the left-handed family, is not good for anyone.
"What happened to me?" Rowe asked.
Little novel: "The son is hurt."
Luo Wei raised his hand and looked at the two intact hands. "Where am I?" He still asked.
The seven sons said: "The son is at home."
They did not dare to say a word to Rovido. Rowe was a jealous person. He couldn’t listen to his words in a word. They are now afraid of Luo Wei.
Luo Wei stayed for a long time and suddenly asked: "What year is it?"
Xiao Xiao and Qi Zi looked at each other and then the small novel: "The son, now is Qingyuan five years."
In the fifth year of Qingyuan, in the fifth year of Qingyuan, Luo Wei suddenly wanted to sit up, but the pain in his chest and back made him fall back to the bed. In the fifth year of Qingyuan, he was thirteen years old this year, and he was still the third son of Luofu, who was still in the seven years after the death of the Luo family. "Five years in Qingyuan?" Luo Wei's voice was shaking.
"Yes, the son, is Qingyuan five years," the seven sons do not know what happened to this master.
Rowe groaned and said nothing.
The two little waiters waited for a long time, and did not listen to Luo Wei’s remarks. "The son?" Finally, Xiao Xiao could not help but shouted.
Luo Wei covered his face with his hands, but still couldn't stop the tears flowing out of his fingers.
"The son?" The seven sons who have always been calm have panicked. The master has never cried. What happened today?
Luo Wei quietly shed tears. He thought that everything was over, but he did not expect that God gave him a chance to come back again. Is he giving him a chance to correct his mistake?
"Don't you have a bad pain in your body?" The seven sons asked, and he was really worried about it.
Rowe erased the tears from his face and looked at the two little attendants. "I'm fine, you can give me some food."
Little and seven sons stayed together. When did the little son laugh at them like this?
"Go," Rowe whispered, apologizing.
The two little attendants ran out, and the little boy who woke up was strange from the inside out, like a person.
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