In the torrential rain, a bolt of lightning like a chain of fire flashed under the night sky, followed by a thunderous sound like the sky and the earth breaking apart. The sound spread to all directions and shook the world.
Yang Ning opened his eyes and after seeing the situation clearly, he made an irreversible decision and was ready to take action.
If you can solve problems with your fists, try not to trouble your intelligence.
The scene in front of him made him really angry. Three or four young and strong guys were surrounding a guy in ragged clothes and disheveled hair, fighting each other with fists and kicks. The person who was beaten was curled up on the ground with his head in his hands, showing no sign of fighting back. .
He is not opposed to fighting. In other words, he actually enjoys the feeling of hitting his opponent with his fists, but bullying an opponent is what makes him most unhappy. Whoever makes him unhappy, he will always find ways to make the opponent more unhappy. unhappy.
"Stop!" Yang Ning shouted with an open voice. He needed to preempt others to achieve a shocking effect.
The voice came out, but it was not as majestic and domineering as he had imagined. Instead, it was weak and weak.
Although this sound did not have a shocking effect, it still made those people stop and turn around to look at him.
Only then did Yang Ning see clearly that the guys who were beating people were not much cleaner than those lying on the ground. They were all unkempt and their clothes were shabby. They all looked like beggars.
"Little... little Diao'er...!" A young man with hair like the Beatles saw Yang Ning standing up unsteadily, with a look of surprise on his face.
Yang Ning felt that her body was a little weak, and she didn't care at this time. She just said coldly: "As a man, you should fight alone. What's the point of bullying others like this?"
Beatle looked Yang Ning up and down, walked over slowly, and suddenly smiled: "Your kid is not dead?" When he walked to Yang Ning, he stretched out a hand to put it on Yang Ning's shoulder.
When Yang Ning saw the opponent reaching out with a hand, he stretched out a hand like a reflex and grabbed the opponent's wrist. Before the opponent could recover, he flashed his feet and clasped Beatle's arm behind his back. The man pressed his upper arm hard, and heard a crisp "click" sound, and the Beatles' screams also sounded instantly.
This kind of bare-handed fighting is his specialty. It doesn't take much strength to remove one of the opponent's arms.
Beatle screamed, his arm hanging down softly, and the other hand pressed his shoulder. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face instantly turned pale.
Several other guys looked at each other, and two beggars were holding a stick each, approaching Yang Ning one from the left and one from the right.
Yang Ning smiled faintly and glanced at the ground. There was a wooden stick at his feet. He took a step and picked up the wooden stick and held it in his hand.
With a loud shout, the two men swung their wooden sticks to hit Yang Ning head-on.
Yang Ning sneered and swung the wooden stick in his hand with lightning. Among his years of military training, one of them was to use anything as a weapon. Although the two men came with fierce force, Yang Ning couldn't stand it. They are nothing in the eyes. If the body is not still a little weak, he can easily defeat them with his bare hands.
Now that I still have a wooden stick in my hand, there is no reason to be at a disadvantage.
With two "tat-tat" sounds, the wooden stick opened. Yang Ning pulled him sideways and hit one person in the face with his right fist. He kicked one of the other people in the crotch with a scorpion. Two men They all screamed, one person fell to the ground with his legs crossed, and the other person's wooden stick fell off his hand, and he raised his hand to cover his bleeding nose.
Yang Ning shook his head. His opponent was really unchallenging, which gave him almost zero sense of accomplishment.
Yang Ning looked up and looked ahead. There was another man holding a wooden stick and looking blankly at this place.
Yang Ning raised his arm, pointed the wooden stick in front, and said to the last man: "Come on, it's your turn!"
My body, which was originally a little stiff and weak, felt a lot more comfortable after moving a few times.
The man looked at his companions, and the hand holding the stick shook. He suddenly dropped the stick on the ground and said with a forced smile: "Little Diao'er, I... I won't fight with you...!"
"Little Diao'er?" Yang Ning was stunned. This was the second time he heard this title. "What's Xiao Diao'er?" He couldn't help but took two steps forward with the wooden stick.
The man was stunned, and when he saw Yang Ning's stick still pointing at him, he immediately said pitifully: "Little Diao'er, this... this is not my idea, I... I was forced...!" Yang Ning raised his hand and pointed it away. The Beatles on the arm, "It's... It's a monkey, it's all the monkey's idea...!"
Yang Ning turned around and glanced at Beatle, frowned, realized something, lowered his head to look at himself, and his face changed suddenly.
He was surprised to see these people's shabby clothes, but then he realized that his clothes were even worse than theirs. They were rags and rags, revealing a large area of skin covered with stains.
He looked around. It was an extremely dark place, surrounded by mottled walls. There was a bonfire beside it. There was a crackling sound above his head. Yang Ning looked up and saw that the roof was made of thatch. It is paved, and there are many gaps, and rain is leaking from many places.
Cake seller!
Yang Ning was sure that he was dreaming, but this dream seemed too real.
"Little Diao'er, you...are you alive?" A surprised voice sounded. The guy who was being beaten by several people raised his head at this time, and his bruised nose and face could not hide his surprise.
Seeing that face, Yang Ning suddenly felt dizzy. At this moment, many scenes flashed through his mind, and those pictures were intertwined. The face in front of him was extremely clear in his mind.
What happened? What exactly is this place
The man in front of me looked to be in his forties or fifties. He was thin and thin. His clothes were open, revealing his withered and thin chest. His ribs were clearly visible.
The environment around him was extremely unfamiliar. Yang Ning looked at his hands, and the wooden stick in his hands fell off instantly.
This hand... is obviously not his own. Although it has some calluses like his own, this hand is obviously much smaller than his own.
Yang Ning was shocked and touched his face with both hands. He was very familiar with the outline of his face, but it was obviously not his face. This face was much thinner than his own, and the edges and corners didn't seem to be fully developed, which was different from his own. The original face shape, which was extremely sharp and even slightly three-dimensional, was completely different.
Yang Ning couldn't help but her legs softened and she sat down, her mind in a daze.
Seeing Yang Ning like this, the beaten elder asked worriedly: "Little Diao'er, you... what's wrong with you?"
Yang Ning suddenly raised his head and waved to the man who had not been beaten by him. The man hesitated for a moment and finally approached uneasily.
"My name is Xiao Diao'er?" Yang Ning asked, staring at the man.
The man nodded immediately.
"Where is this place?" Yang Ning asked the second question.
The man hurriedly said: "This is the Earth Temple in the west of the city."
"Tu Tu Temple?" Yang Ning couldn't help but scanned the surroundings again, thinking to herself that this Tu Tu Lord was really frustrated, "Why am I here? The west of the city you mentioned... which city is this?"
"Huize City!" The man immediately said: "More than a hundred miles to the north is the Huai River. Xiao... Xiao Diao'er, you... you don't even remember? You came to the city half a year ago and was later taken in by Boss Fang. He joined the Beggar Clan, and now he is also a disciple of the Beggar Clan."
"Wait a minute!" Yang Ning said in shock: "A gang of beggars? What do you mean?" He looked at the clothes of several people and his heart sank, "You mean, you are all beggars?"
"You too." The man kindly reminded, "We are all disciples of the Beggar Clan." With a hint of sympathy in his eyes, he bravely asked: "Little Diao'er, have you...have you forgotten everything about your illness? "
"Beggars? Little Diao'er? Huize City?" Yang Ning raised her hand and pinched her arm. She felt the pain, and her face was even more solemn. She understood something, "Grandma, this... this is the rhythm of time travel. ?”
"Time travel?" The man asked humbly, "What does time travel mean?"
Yang Ning said angrily: "Don't worry about what you mean, let me ask you, that...!" Pointing to the guy who was covering his shoulders and humming, he said: "You call him a monkey, right? What's his idea?"
"This...!" The man glanced at the monkey, weighed the strength of both sides in his mind, and then said: "The monkey thought you were going to die, so he forced Old Bark to get out of the Earth Temple. Little Diao'er... This, this is me. He doesn’t agree, but if I don’t agree, he will even kick me out.”
"Old bark?" Yang Ning looked at the old beggar, and many pictures appeared in his mind again, including the scene of the old beggar feeding himself. He stood up and went forward to help the scarred old bark. , the voice was much softer, "You... are you Old Bark? You have always taken care of me?"
Old Tree Bark's eyes were full of joy, and he reached out and touched Yang Ning. Yang Ning was not used to an old beggar touching her body, but she knew that the other person was caring and couldn't refuse. She just felt Lao Shupi's hands were trembling a little, and his tone was full of concern: "Little Mink, just wake up, God has eyes...!"
Yang Ning doesn't care whether God has eyes or not, he only cares about what kind of living environment he is in now.
"You think I'm going to die, so you want to drive this poor old man out of this shelter when there's lightning, thunder, wind and rain?" Yang Ning felt that his move was absolutely correct. He looked at the old man with a bruised nose and swollen face. Tree Bark's voice was cold, "Come here and apologize to Old Tree Bark. If he forgives you, forget about it. Otherwise...!"
"No, no, no, it's all...forget it...!" Old Shupi said hurriedly.
Yang Ning ignored him and pointed at the monkey whose arm he had removed: "You, come here...!"
The monkey's arm was removed and he was in agony. At this moment, he saw Yang Ning looking at him coldly, not daring to disobey. He moved to Old Bark and lowered his head: "Old Bark, I... I was wrong, you...!"
"What?" Yang Ning said lightly: "What are you talking about, I didn't hear clearly."
"Old Tree Bark, I am a wolf with a bad heart and a dog's lungs. It's... I was wrong. Sir... I don't remember the faults of villains. Please forgive me this time...!" After saying a few words, cold sweat broke out on the monkey's forehead.
The monkey spoke, and the others came over without hesitation, "Old Tree Bark, we... we were confused for a moment, please don't keep it in mind. In the future... we will never dare to treat you like this again...!"
Old Shupi was used to being bullied. When he saw several people kneeling down to apologize to him, he was at a loss and could only say: "Get up, it's all over...!"