"Little devils, you have received a great blessing today. You no longer have to live in a hazy state every day, or work all day long and not have enough to eat. Today you are fortunate enough to become the most noble people in the world, that is, immortal cultivators. From now on, you will master Unparalleled power, you can get wind if you want, rain if you want, and even a long life, and you will be separated from mortals. All these are given to you by our Xiangshan Sect..." A graceful middle-aged man sat on a chair "Go up," he said slowly and logically. In front of him were about thirty children of seven or eight years old. Some children were still timid and frightened. Some children had cried all their tears, leaving only red eyes.
These children are the new forces plundered by the Xiangshan Sect from all over the world.
Zhang Changkong was also among the more than thirty people. There were tears in the corners of his eyes, but he never cried.
Yes, the original owner of the body was a child of seven or eight, or eight or nine years old. He died out of fear last night. Zhang Changkong inexplicably traveled through time and inherited no wealth, no treasure, and no memory at all. Just a thin body.
Seeing the middle-aged man above who looked like a teacher conducting an "Ideological and Moral Lesson" in a serious manner, Zhang Changkong wanted to complain, what nonsense are you talking to a group of children? No matter how good you say it, it depends on whether others can understand it. , most of these children are in rags, and they probably need brainstorming to figure out what one plus one equals.
But Zhang Changkong held back. Not to mention the fantasy content about immortal cultivators that the middle-aged man said, there were seven or eight big men standing next to the middle-aged man with arms almost as thick as his waist. Zhang Changkong forced himself to do it. What children should do, don’t jump if you don’t have the ability.
The middle-aged man vomited and said that Zhang Changkong was so hungry that his eyesight went blank. He didn't know when "get out of class was over" and followed the troops to a place that looked like a canteen to eat.
"Well, no matter how much you talk, it's not as real as a chicken drumstick." Zhang Changkong held a chicken drumstick in one hand, opened his arms from left to right, and stood motionless in front of the rice. Well, he was still a child and didn't eat much, so he needed to know what to choose.
The children who were about to cry in the morning no longer care about being sad. Some of them, like Zhang Changkong, were kidnapped last night, and some are "seniors" kidnapped ten and a half months ago. They eat here twice a day. , I don’t have enough to eat but I don’t have the strength to be sad.
"Hey, my name is Yuan Jiang. My father is Yuan Zaixing, the city lord. What's your name?" said a fat man next to him.
Hearing the voice, Zhang Changkong looked around and then at the little fat man to make sure he was speaking to himself.
It's a pity that Zhang Changkong only inherited a thin body with no memory at all. In this world, he can be said to be naked and with nothing. He is more illiterate than illiterate. Not to mention literate, he can't even understand other people's words.
He didn't understand a word of what the middle-aged man said in the morning. The reason why he thought he was taking an ideological and moral class was because he was born in "Nine Years" and had taken many ideological and moral classes. Even if he couldn't understand the words, he could understand the context and expression. Judge.
Looking at the little fat man looking at him with bright eyes, I guess he was asking him something.
Zhang Changkong thought for a while, put down the chicken drumstick in his hand, spread his hands slightly, slumped his shoulders, and showed helplessness in his eyes, which was his answer.
"I'm telling you, these people have been kidnapping me for five days. I think my father will come to rescue me soon. It might be a good idea to take you out with him then. Do you understand?"
The little fat man raised his eyes.
Zhang Changkong looked at the fat boy talking a lot and acting mischievous. Well, although he didn't know what he was talking about, he didn't look like he was cursing. Forget it, he said that, I To eat mine, Zhang Changkong picked up the chicken legs again.
"...Follow me from now on. You will basically walk sideways in Blue Moon City. You don't have to pay for food. You just grab whatever you want. Apart from my father and my brother, I am basically the third in Blue Moon City. Well, my mother is very rare. Walking in the city, you will follow me when the time comes...".
Zhang Changkong ignored the fat boy's chatter and focused on eating chicken legs.
"Hey, I've said so much, why don't you say something?" the little fat man said, his mouth was dry, he picked up the soup bowl and took a sip.
Unfortunately, Zhang Changkong couldn't even hear the period or question mark in his words. In addition, the child's body eats slowly and was too busy dealing with the chicken legs to take care of the little fat man.
Um?
Zhang Changkong listened and glanced at the little fat man for a moment. Seeing that his face was red and angry, he couldn't help but be puzzled.
Seeing the little fat man talking louder and louder, Zhang Changkong felt something was wrong. Although he couldn't understand, he knew that the little fat man must be scolding him. He couldn't help but put down the chicken legs and glared at the little fat man. He opened his mouth but didn't know what he should do. Why don't you complain? Just scold him. You don't understand the language. It's purely self-indulgence. Go ahead. Look at this fat little fat man with big ears. He is thin and weak. He is a third-class cripple. He will probably be killed.
For a moment, Zhang Changkong's inner anger was replaced by sadness. Unexpectedly, he was born in a prestigious university and was in a different world, but he was bullied by a fat boy of eight or nine years old for "not studying well".
Zhang Changkong turned his sorrow into appetite and took a hard bite of the chicken leg. If only this little fat man didn't grow so fat, he would make him understand that there are some people in the world that he cannot afford to offend. Even Zhang Changkong can't afford to offend him. No child will show mercy to a "decisive" person.
The little fat man left angrily. Zhang Changkong estimated that the few words he said before leaving were "scene words", which most likely meant "we'll see" or "don't leave after school".
Zhang Changkong pondered, it seems that this little fat man does not seem to be a generous person. If this little fat man forms a gang and finds a few children to beat him together, he will probably be finished. Not only his self-esteem, but also his body may be destroyed. It would be too bad to be rubbed by these naughty kids.
But what can he do?
The little fat guy can "freely form a team", but he doesn't understand the language, so he can't fool an assistant, and he won't even be able to use the ultimate move of "reporting to the teacher" when the time comes.
Zhang Changkong was melancholy for a moment. He never thought that one day he would have to face the trouble of being beaten by a child. What was most annoying was that he had no way to do anything.
"Is this the plot of the opponent that the time traveler must face?" Zhang Changkong said, enjoying the pain, "Should we face a desperate situation next, and then use a golden finger in the desperate situation to turn over?"
"However, the plot of a slap in the face should not be about verbal suppression first, then physical suppression, and finally mental and physical suppression. How can this language barrier be overcome? It can't be a silent slap in the face."
"Finally, is Gold Finger the standard package for time travellers? It should be, right?"
Zhang Changkong racked his brains for a moment to think of how to get through this "fat boy's calamity".
