Tao Ran quickly collected his thoughts and once again focused his attention on the handsome face in the mirror.
The mixed-race people in this world were usually very beautiful, and Li Mochen's parents were both rare beauties. Therefore, the face of the original owner of this body was naturally fresh and handsome, much stronger than Tao Ran's original body.
The only flaw was that this guy's face was slightly pale, as if he was suffering from malnutrition.
At this time, Tao Ran's eyes were blank. He dipped his hand in water and wrote the three words "Li Mochen" in the mirror. Then, he fell silent.
He thought that no matter what happened in the Original Sky Realm, he could only be called "Li Mochen" in this world. In the future, the name Tao Ran could only be hidden in his memory.
This was not only to better fuse with Li Mochen's remnant soul and achieve integration with this body as soon as possible, but also to establish a foothold in this world.
When Tao Ran's soul entered this body, he sensed that this world was "rejecting" and "squeezing" him. Because of this, he chose to fuse instead of the simpler "devouring" and "refining".
However, this method could only help him in a moment of emergency. Before he and Li Mochen's remnant soul truly became one, he was still an outsider in this world.
Then, Tao Ran would also be wary of the many cultivators in this world.
According to the memories of the original owner of this body, Tao Ran had reached the Mahayana Realm in the Original Sky Realm, but it was only equivalent to the "Legend" in the Western world and the "Void Refinement" in the Eastern world.
It was hard to imagine that there were so many experts above him in this world!
His title in the Original Sky Realm was "Divine Sky Boundless Purple Void Immortal King", but this was only a title conferred by the Langya Heavenly Dynasty. However, in this world, there really was a king of immortals and a lord of gods.
Tao Ran guessed that an outsider like him would not be welcomed by the cultivators of this world. Therefore, it was better to keep a low profile to avoid being seen through.
If he didn't want to expose himself, he would have to start small and not neglect his "self-awareness".
Now that he thought about it, he was really troubled by both internal and external troubles, and it was difficult for him to move forward.
"— Li Mochen, Andre Lee Wildenstein? Alright, I wish you a new life. "
Li Mochen sighed in an American tone and began to brush his teeth and wash up. After losing his Mahayana physical body, he no longer had the Clear Glass Body. His face would get a little oily if he didn't wash it for a day.
After washing himself clean, Li Mochen walked out and carefully looked at his residence.
The room was small and dark, cold and damp. The walls were mottled and peeling due to years of disrepair, and the room was filled with a moldy smell.
One could see from this residence that the previous owner of this body must have been living in extreme poverty.
This was consistent with the situation in Li Mochen's memory. Two months after that incident, the original owner could no longer afford the property that his parents took out a loan to buy. However, according to the current laws of the United States of America, when the bank repossessed the property, they rented this house for him to live in for a year.
However, Li Mochen's personality should be very diligent. Every corner of the room was spotless, and the bedding on the bed was also clean. There was no smell.
However, the fridge was empty, not even a crumb. Before he borrowed this body to be reborn, the original owner had already used up all his food reserves.
Li Mochen touched his growling belly, and his face showed helplessness again.
Ever since his cultivation reached the realm of inedia, he could eat wind and dew for a long time without drinking or eating. How long has it been since he experienced this feeling of hunger?
However, he had no choice. This body of his was only a Level 3 Magical Swordsman. It was far from the realm of inedia. Moreover, in the cultivation system of America, there was no such thing as inedia. Even the Eastern civilization that was similar to the Original Sky Realm did not have such a thing.
The people here could eat a lot. They believed that the more one ate, the better one ate, the faster one's strength would grow, and the stronger one's physical body would become.
This was probably due to the difference in the environment. The Original Sky Realm was lacking in resources, and the original spirits were weak. Therefore, the cultivators paid particular attention to being in harmony with heaven and earth, and in harmony with the sun and the moon. Not only did they have to use the original spirits as little as possible during cultivation, but they also had to protect the natural treasures, rare treasures, and strange beasts.
According to the saying of the Original Sky Realm, one had to be in harmony with nature and protect nature. When cultivating, one had to pay attention to environmental protection and avoid wastage.
However, in the original owner's world, both the physical and the original spirits were unbelievably rich.
— — At least, that was how he saw it. In the original owner's memory, all the cultivation systems would be regarded as demonic in the Original Sky Realm.
Li Mochen did not feel conflicted in this regard. He also did not feel that he was in a position to look down on or criticize the cultivators of this world.
When one's environment was different, one's perspective on things would naturally be different. Moreover, the people of this world had already realized this problem.
In short, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. The various rare treasures, pills, and medicines in this world could help him recover his strength as soon as possible.
However, the most important thing now was to fill his stomach.
Thus, Li Mochen searched his memory and moved the corner of a desk in the corner, revealing a hidden shallow pit. There was a pile of money in it, and the amount was different.
Li Mochen counted. There was a total of 560 gold shields. This was the original owner's entire wealth. According to the current prices in America, this was about enough for him to live on for a month. This was really poor …
It was also at this moment that he heard knocking sounds coming from the door of this house. William's male voice came from outside the door. "Ah Mo, have you slept enough? We have to go to work. "
After a night, Li Mochen did not react for a moment. It was only after 20 seconds that he realized that the visitor outside was calling him.
After coming back to his senses, he quickly took out a piece of money from the stack in his hand and put it in his pocket. He then rolled up the rest of the money into a ball, ready to put it back under the corner of the table.
However, he frowned slightly, feeling that this method of hiding money was not very appropriate.
Li Mochen first looked around carefully. Then, with a kick, he climbed up the wall as light as a swallow and placed the roll of money on the ceiling, behind the cover of the fluorescent lamp.
In the original owner's memory, the security of the United States of America was polarized.
In the wealthy district where Li Mochen used to live, the security was good due to the efforts of a large number of patrolling police officers. However, the street named "Drifter" that he was currently in obviously did not enjoy such treatment.
This was a slum located in the south of the City of Atlanta. The people who lived there were poor. A large number of black people without regular jobs and illegal immigrants filled the area. There was also a stretch of public housing built by the government to house black people. Therefore, on both sides of the street, prostitutes and black people selling all kinds of drugs could be seen everywhere. Robberies and thefts were not uncommon. At any time, a group of people on the street could pull out their guns and shoot at each other. Or it could be a group of powerful 'lawless people' who were using their abilities without restraint on the streets.
When the original owner of this body first moved here, he suffered losses twice, and all his belongings were robbed.
Li Mochen had learned martial arts from his father since he was a child. His swordsmanship was actually at a higher level. However, there was nothing he could do in the face of the gun pointed at his back.
After that, he learned to be smart. Every time he went out, he would try to call friends and never bring more than 10 gold duns with him. The rest of his belongings were kept at home.
However, Li Mochen felt that the original owner of this body's thinking was too simple. For those habitual thieves, the money hidden under the corner of the table was not safe. For the sake of safety, he had to change to a more appropriate method.
When Li Mochen was in the Original Dome Realm, he was a stingy person. Now that he was a tiger in the plains, he was even more stingy.
These 560 gold duns were all he had now, and they were also the foundation of his current position. He could not afford to lose them.
Just as Li Mochen was carefully looking at the fluorescent lamp above to determine if there were any traces left behind, there was another knock on the door.
"Hey! Ammo, André, why haven't you moved? Are you asleep? "
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