My Martial Spirit Is a Rocket

The straw mat made my back itch, and the musty smell went straight into my nose, mixed with the earthy smell that came from nowhere. Chen Mo opened his eyes and saw cracks in the thatched roof above his head. A ray of skylight leaked from there, making the dust in the air swarm around like a swarm of headless flies. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyes, but found that the body was skinny and skinny, and the arms were as thin as firewood sticks, with protruding knuckles and exposed veins. What the hell is going on? There was a buzzing sound in my head, as if someone had stuffed it into a ball of paste, and then a flood of memories came up—— This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.