Chapter 2 Collins Fawley (Author's reminder: Because the author's English is not good, this novel was translated with translation software, so if there are errors in the sentences, please forgive me, thank you)

"Catherine, things really aren' t what you think."
"I really didn't make that teapot. I swear in Merlin's name, I took it from Collins and put it aside. My wand didn't come out at the time "
"Stop, I don' t want to hear your explanation. Carl, do you mean that Collins used the transformation magic on the teapot?"
Listening to the noise coming from downstairs, Collins raised his hand to wipe away the sweat on his forehead and grinned.
Finally, he fully grasped the body.
His name was Mo Ran, or perhaps he was more suitable than before.
He finally passed the judicial examination in China and became a lawyer. However, just as he was about to officially start his new life, he woke up. Mo Ran's sad discovery turned into a baby in his mother's womb.
After he was born, when he finally opened his eyes, he realized that he was surrounded by a circle of Westerners dressed in strange clothes. Looking at the ancient accessories in the room, he once thought he had come to the medieval west.
However, after half a year of understanding, Mo Ran was truly relieved. It turned out that he had come to England in the 1970s and 1980s.
What is pleasing is that he is reborn, and what is sad is that he is also crippled...
Compared to the rebirth novels he had read before, Moran was much more miserable because he only had consciousness in his body. Although his soul was born with his body, the one controlling his body was another weak soul. He could only be a spectator. As the child opened his eyes, he could see what the child saw. It was like watching a first-view movie.
Even to his despair, as the child's soul grew, his soul became weaker and weaker. Occasionally, he would be forced into a slumber for a period of time by a force.
But at least, he had a lot of control over the information from the outside world. For example, the current time was the 1980s. Last week, he completed his primary school, and his name in this life was Collins Fawley.
Zhuang Zhou Meng Die, Die Meng Zhuang Zhou, the first behind-the-scenes perspective in the past ten years, had completely replaced him as Collins, but after thinking about it carefully, Mo Ran immediately became a little silent...In the 1980s, even he was still alive in his previous life...
The quarrels continued to grow louder and louder. As Collins listened to his voice, he could think of how his mother was angry with his father.
His mother, Catherine, was a lawyer. His father, Carl, didn't know what to do, but he seemed to be working in an office. He rarely saw him go out for work and was gentle.
The couple looked very affectionate, but sometimes, because of some strange things, the mother would throw a tantrum at her father. Sometimes, she didn't have a good face to show him for several days. Moreover, as a lawyer, Catherine's language ability was also quite powerful. Every time Carl argued with her, his face was flushed red and he couldn't hold back his words.
Perhaps it was because of the combination of two souls. Collins, who had always dominated his body, had a very bright head. Even from Moran's point of view, this child could be said to be gifted to the heavens. Even the convenience of being a child was not like a few years old. However, his body was very ordinary, and he was often sick. It was only in the last two years that he seemed to have improved and become stronger.
Looking at the exquisite crystal cup on the bedside cabinet, Collins sat up and saw the remaining purple potion on the bottom of the cup. He took the crystal cup and sniffed it.
This seemed to be the potion that Carl had brought over to feed Little Collins. However, even if the number of times he went to the hospital in two lifetimes was only a few. He had never seen the purple potion before. It looked more like a little remnant of the purple potato milk tea.
Mo Ran jumped out of bed and stood on the soft carpet. He looked at the full-length mirror inlaid on the cabinet door, the little boy with short brown hair and a neck brace on his neck. He touched his head and suddenly remembered something his vision was limited to Little Collins's vision, Mo Ran's soul had just woken up when he rolled down the stairs. Using Little Collins's vision, Mo Ran could also see the blood he had spilled from his injuries.
However, there was no wound on his head in the mirror. Mo Ran rubbed his head, not to mention the wound, not even the bruised purple.
Touching his chin, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
Her mother, Catherine, bought an antique teapot a few days ago. It was said that it was made in the Victorian era. She discovered that the black tea made from the teapot was even more delicious. She contacted her friends from the law firm to hold a tea tasting party at home.
Then, something happened, causing Little Collins to roll down the stairs. Mo Ran's soul took advantage of the situation and grasped the body.
He knocked on the left side of his head in confusion. What was strange was that when Little Collins fell down, the pain that hit his head on the stairs even though he didn't feel it, based on his own experience as an adult, he could simulate the pain just from his imagination. But now, he did n' t feel it at all.
He even felt that there was still a lot of strength in his limbs. He wanted to go out for a long marathon.
He slowly raised his foot and confirmed the steady feeling of stepping on the floor. Mo Ran could not help but feel a surge of joy in his heart. It had been ten years since he finally felt his body.
The quarrel downstairs had already ended. Mo Ran also walked to the stairwell. Just as he raised his hand and placed it on the armrest, his gaze swept over his left hand, a scene appeared before his eyes.
Just as he was experiencing Little Collins's life from his first perspective, Moran watched Little Collins run down the stairs into the kitchen. When his father Carl saw him, he smiled and rubbed his hair before turning around to wash the fruit in the pool.
Collins peeped at the few people in the living room outside. He then turned to look at Carl, who had turned around to cut the fruit. When everyone was not paying attention, he took out a ring from the air in front of him and put it on his right finger.
This...
Seeing this scene, Mo Ran's brain did not react.
But the scene didn't stop. Collins, who had put on the ring, touched the steaming teapot. When he saw that the gem in the middle of the ring flashed with a black light, the corner of Little Collins's mouth revealed a smirk. He turned around and rushed out of the kitchen, hiding at the corner of the stairs and peeking into the living room.
A dragon cry rang out. From the kitchen, a white porcelain Western dragon flew out. Karl, his father, held a short wooden stick in his hand, chased out from behind, pointing straight at the white dragon that spewed water...