Who is Hua Yingxiong in Chapter 66?
He gripped my wrist tightly and dragged me all the way to the back of the camp.
Leaning against the tree trunk, I turned my head to look at him and said with a smile, "My name is Pei Xiao, I'm twenty years old, Chinese, and a freelancer. What about you?" I didn't blush or skip a beat when I talked about being a freelancer.
“Mo Fei, 28, Chinese, actor,” he said, bending down and squatting on the ground, drawing circles with his head down, “died in a car accident.”
"Wow!" I exclaimed.
He jumped up suddenly, covered my mouth, and said, "Keep your voice down."
"We're so lucky, even our outfits are the same, and we were both hit by a car!" I laughed.
He rolled his eyes at me, looking utterly dejected.
"Hey! You quack doctor, you're clearly an actor. Why pretend to be a doctor? What if you kill someone?" I suddenly remembered the time I was injured and he treated and pranked me. I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. It's good to be alive.
"Please do not question my medical skills; that would be an insult to me," Hua said righteously.
This sounds familiar.
I shook my head dismissively.
“My family owns a hospital, and I studied medicine,” he said proudly. “My professors at school all said I was a once-in-a-century genius. I was discovered by a talent scout at the age of 23, made a movie, and became famous overnight, thus entering the entertainment industry.”
A rich kid born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
"Is this body your own?" I asked curiously, reaching out to pinch his cheek.
"Yeah, right," he said with a look of disdain. "I'm a popular idol, how could I look like this?"
"Huh? You're a soul transmigrator?"
He acquiesced.
"Hmm, are you comfortable staying here?" I asked curiously.
"What?" He lifted his eyelids and glanced at me listlessly.
"How's this body I'm used to?" I'm starting to feel that God has been kind to me, at least He let me come here with my own body.
His brows furrowed. "Everything else is fine, it's just a bit ugly."
"No, he's not ugly, just a little plain." I pinched and touched his face, examining him closely before drawing my conclusion.
"Tch! It's nothing compared to before. That face was absolutely devastatingly handsome," he said disdainfully, then muttered with a sullen look, "I wonder who's taken over that body. I hope they don't ruin my image."
"Uh... what did you say your name was?" A thought flashed through my mind, and I asked in confusion.
"Mo Fei," he rolled his eyes at me, "the 'Mo' of 'inexplicable,' and the 'Fei' of 'flying immortal from beyond the heavens.'"
"...After the newspaper reported a bizarre accident three years ago, An Ruo and Mo Fei actually retired from the entertainment industry to get married and have children..." The gossip I heard on the day I traveled through time automatically popped into my mind.
Looking at the man in front of me, I began to think that fate was indeed a joke.
"Don't worry, your body is perfectly fine," I said with a sly smile.
"You've seen him before?" He glared at me, looking nervous.
"Yes." I nodded with a smile. "The one inside you is quite something; he's Dong Zhuo!"
"What?!" he exclaimed, then covered his mouth and whispered, "You mean that treacherous minister Dong Zhuo?"
"Yeah, he's married to An Ruo, and they even have a child." I laughed.
His face darkened. "What incredible luck! That ice queen An Ruo has never shown any interest."
I glanced at him sideways and laughed, "The grapes are always sour when you can't have them. You suffered a lot from An Ruo back then, didn't you?"
He tossed his head with a nonchalant air, saying, "Back in the day, I was a well-known Casanova in the entertainment industry. Countless beauties fell at my feet."
We looked at each other and laughed.
Meeting an old friend in a foreign land feels really good; for some reason, I feel a sense of closeness with him.
"By the way, whose body did you originally belong to? What was your name?"
He paused for a moment, then smiled at me. Despite his extremely ordinary appearance, his smile was radiant. I was slightly mesmerized. Some people are indeed born to shine. Even with an extremely ordinary appearance, their innate brilliance cannot be concealed, and they can still make people unable to look away.
“I don’t know,” he said. “When I woke up, I found myself falling into a ravine. Maybe the original owner died from the fall.”
"Oh?" I asked curiously. "I wonder what the original owner was like. Maybe he was some very important person."
“How could that be?” Hua Yingxiong shrugged. “I’m dressed so shabbily, it’s a miracle I’m not a beggar. I can’t even afford three meals a day, so I have no choice but to go back to my old ways and travel around practicing medicine.”
"Why is he called Hua Yingxiong?" I was completely baffled.
"Hey? Don't you think that name is cool?" he asked excitedly. "That was my favorite movie when I was a kid! I wanted to be a hero..."
I rolled my eyes at him, then grinned mischievously, "What if this body has a wife and kids? What if they come looking for you one day?"
He glanced at me, then burst into laughter, "Don't scare me, I don't want to give up an entire forest for one tree."
As they were talking, suddenly, a somewhat hurried footstep came from not far away.
Hua Yingxiong's expression changed slightly, and he turned to leave.
"Sister!" The dog popped out from the waist-high grass.
Upon seeing that it was a dog, Hua Yingxiong's expression softened slightly, and his tense nerves relaxed.
I noticed his frightened expression. "What's wrong?"
"I'm afraid of being caught in the act," he said, reverting to his usual roguish demeanor. "You know how strict the feudal ethics of this era are; I don't want to be drowned in a pig cage."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" I chuckled.
He remained completely focused, truly an actor...
I rolled my eyes at him. "That's not how a hero is, you coward."
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