Wang Xiaoba had a dream.
In the dream, he returned to the time when he was selected by the system for the first time to travel back to a thousand years ago.
The system shouted: "When the villain is small, be his little padded jacket!"
Not forcing Wang Xiaobaa to use love to influence the villain's big boss, be his white moonlight, be his heart mole, and let the villain's moral, intellectual, physical and beauty develop in an all-round way.
If he fails, he will kill Wang Xiaoba, and he will kill the villain.
Wang Xiaobaa, who accepted her fate, dreamed that she worked hard, fed the wind with feces and urine, raised her up, and grew up from a little wolf cub to a handsome young man.
When Wang Xiaoba was complacent, a gust of wind suddenly blew over him. He closed his eyes and opened it again to find that Wen Fengjin was still handsome, but he had gray wolf ears on his head, and one on the back of his butt hung down and swung around. Wolf Tail!
And he had two small horns on both sides of his head, like two croissants stuck to his head.
Wang Xiaobaa stared at Wen Fengjin in a stunned manner. A strange feeling came from his buttocks, followed by a bad premonition. He quickly turned his head to look over, and found that his buttocks were stuck with a small snow-white tail...
The little tail shook: bilingbiling~surprise baa, hee hee!
Wang Xiaobaa:…
As soon as he turned his head, the academy and seats behind him all turned into big red mushrooms! He is now in the house made of mushrooms watching the wind blowing outside.
Wang Xiaobaa: … Died with a smile.
This dream, I give a bad review.
"Little bunny bunny!"
Wen Feng from outside the mushroom smiled at Wang Xiaobaa inside, and her face that was too feminine and handsome was almost distorted.
The wolf's ears moved, and the wolf's tail swung wildly towards the ground. He grinned when he heard the wind, and his two sharp fangs were exposed, which was extremely hideous against his beauty.
Brother, you are going to eat people.
Wang Xiaobaa swallowed, and just as he was shaking, Wen Fengjin suddenly sang a song affectionately.
"Little bunny, please open the door. If you don't open it, I won't open it. Mom didn't come back~~~"
Wang Xiaobaa: "..."
"Fuck! Devil!"
Wang Xiaobaa, who fell asleep accidentally, woke up suddenly, gasping for breath, so scared that she quickly touched her head and buttocks, and swept her eyes around.
"Huh, it's okay, the head has no horns, the buttocks don't have a sheep's tail, and the house hasn't turned into a big mushroom..."
Wang Xiaobaa relieved and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was still in the dark cabin, it should be dark outside, and the little Zimao from Ankai's house next to him was awakened and moved a little in the cloth bag. .
Wang Xiaoba lowered her voice and clutched her chest, recalling her dream of singing the little rabbit's obedient smell, and her whole body trembled.
"Fortunately it was a dream."
"This dream is too magical..."
Singing the little white rabbit with a soft and cute face like the big devil in the novel? Mom.
Wang Xiaobaa rubbed the goose bumps on her arms, feeling that it was almost time, patted the dust on her body and stood up from the ground, returned to the corner where she had just stood, stopped speaking and moving, her eyes were blank and started to 'hang up'.
I was thinking about what to do next. Although he was temporarily under control, because of Wen Fengjin's blood sacrifice, he was not completely unable to control his own body. At that time, he and Zi Mao would definitely be taken out to threaten Feng Jing and An. together.
At that time, Yiyan will also take out the puppet that controls him...
Should I stand behind him and stab him? Kill him by surprise
Wang Xiaobaa touched the inner thigh of his thigh, with his dagger tied to it.
Enlightenment is an artifact, and its lethality is absolutely powerful. Even if the opponent is copper skin and iron bones, it is like cutting tofu, but with a word of vigilance and a force value similar to that of anti-human, can I be a weak chicken
Looking at Yi Yan and smiling as if he was unprepared, it is actually estimated that he will be discovered as soon as he takes out his weapon, and there is also a white jade...
Thinking of Bai Yu, Wang Xiaobaa remembered the scene he saw that day. Bai Yu didn't seem to mean to break it, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Should he still pretend to be confused and just go on like this
Wang Xiaobaa's head was thinking about some crazy things.
In a word, he couldn't beat it.
Bai Yu can't believe it now.
With a little purple hair without legs beside him...
Oh my god! O earth! You have pity on the poor child! Wang Xiaobaa's head hurts.
But when he thought of Yiyan's actions, his family's Xiao Wenzi could guess the same, and even imagined several possibilities and solutions, Wang Xiaoba felt at ease.
Sure enough, this is a duel between a big boss and a big boss, and a little trash like him can never be guessed.
From a personal point of view, Wang Xiaobaa absolutely believes that his Xiaowenzi is more powerful, but what is this uneasiness about...
Wang Xiaoba pressed her chest with stiff hands. The restlessness and ominous premonition she had felt in the tomb palace came up again, and it was stuffy and stuck in her chest, making it uncomfortable.
Just sitting like this until the day, the wooden house suddenly heard the sound of something dragging, and it was accompanied by a huge sound of metal hitting the wooden stick or something.
At that moment, it was as if dozens of people who couldn't speak and were working hard came from outside.
Wang Xiaoba frowned.
"Is it a villager?"
In other words, he didn't see the villagers when he came here.
The sound outside was still getting louder, and it was very close to the wooden house. The doors and windows of the wooden house were all old windows with white paper pasted. The house was very dark after it was closed.
The dim room affected the vision and expanded the hearing. The sound of dragging became clearer and clearer in the ears, as if dragging on the ground covered with sand and gravel on the eardrum.
Hair stood up one by one.
The black pupils slowly tightened, Wang Xiaomei pursed her lips and looked at the big cloth bag on the side. Zi Mao was probably injured a little, and has been resting since the exchange.
The sound was so close that he didn't hear anyone talking, only dragged.
Rubbing her arms, Wang Xiaoba moved her body laboriously, and staggered towards the wooden door step by step. As he approached, the voice became clearer...
What could it be… …
Wang Xiaoba took a low breath, and stopped lightly in front of the wooden door. His face slowly approached the wooden door. There was a piece of paper on the edge of the newly pasted door and window paper that was not sticking. up.
At first glance, what he saw was a light that was brighter than the room. The black pupils quickly shrank and spread. After getting used to the brightness, there was a staggering person on the right side of his field of vision, his head swaying heavily and wandering around his door. .
The man was wearing an ordinary navy blue striped T-shirt, and his pants were also trousers that cost more than 20 yuan a pair on the market. A worn belt was stuck around his waist. His body was tilted to the right, as if he was dragging something heavy. thing.
The sound of metal and gravel rubbing is sore in the back molars.
The hole next to the dusty white paper revealed an eye, and looked carefully.
He approached, his black pupils blinked, and he saw what was in his hand—
It was a large bronze-gold sword, three or four centimeters thick, and the width of a saber.
No wonder you have to drag it away, how heavy is such a big knife!
Moreover, Wang Xiaobaa looked into the distance, and next to a few wooden buildings, there were such villagers dragging their swords without saying a word. There were men and women walking with their heads down, surrounded by the place where they lived. Go around.
Wang Xiaobaa looked at their weapons and whispered: "Don't you say that golden weapons are the most difficult to refine? Why does it look like wholesale on an assembly line?"
He thought his voice was low enough, but just after he finished speaking, the villager who was wandering in front of his door stopped abruptly!
What the hell are those ears!
Just as Wang Xiaoba was about to leave the door, the next second saw the man raised his head in his direction...
"!!!"
Wang Xiaobaa's mind went blank after seeing his face, and his lips trembled a few times.
no face...
This man's face is as flat as a plank! The entire face has no mouth, no nose, no eyebrows, and only one huge blood-red eye almost occupies the entire face! ! !
Now this blood-red eyeball is turning to look at Wang Xiaoba!
"hiss-"
Wang Xiaobaa gasped, her hands and feet were cold, and she took two steps back stiffly and almost screamed.
monster!
He turned his head and ran back, rushed to the side of Xiao Zimao, grabbed it and dragged it towards the corner of the wall, panting and squatting to the corner with a pale face, staring closely at the direction of the door.
There was a reflection of a human figure at the door. Wang Xiaoba was so nervous that even this slow-beating heart was about to jump into his throat. The monster didn't move.
The door was locked from the outside, and Wang Xiaobaa didn't hear the sound of unlocking.
The monster outside stood motionless.
Wang Xiaobaa didn't dare to blink, stared at the door, and clenched Xiao Zimao's cloth bag with his palm.
Time seemed to slow down, and after dozens of minutes, or only a few minutes later, the shadow on the door finally disappeared.
he's gone…
Wang Xiaobaa slumped on the ground with cold hands and feet, wiping the sweat off her forehead.
The empty face and the huge blood-red eyeballs kept replaying in his mind.
Wang Xiaoba pursed her lips and couldn't hold back her foul language: "Fuck! Damn pervert!"
What kind of demon aesthetics does he have to make such a puppet? !
No wonder I didn't see the villagers, co-authoring this village was built temporarily by these terrifying puppets. How can the whole village be filled with monsters holding dragon-slaying swords? !
Wang Xiaobaa counted with his fingers, Wen Fengjin (old), him (weak), Xiao Zimao (remainder), An Kai... He was taken by Yiyan with so many equipment and tomb robbers to find fault, and brought his own' Since ancient times, the buff of the lucky E' of the spearman has belonged to the 'disease'.
… Well, considering the four of them, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, how did they kill the monster with the Dragon Slayer Sword in this village and the one with an explosive force value
By charging money? !
Wang Xiaobaa: Hello, is there a customer service? Give me a V8 noble, the kind whose halo can shake people.
This Nima doesn't have a halo, what's going on? !
Wang Xiaoba stared at the door with a worried face, the sultry air penetrated in, the cicadas chirped anxiously, and the air exuded the smell of rain.
"The wind blows..."
Originally there was a 70% chance of winning, but now they estimate that they will cut the 70% chance of winning in half!
Wang Xiaoba closed his eyes.
Thick black eyelashes trembled.
The mouth is bitter.
[The author has something to say: [Small Theater]
Hearing everything: old, weak, sick, why am I old, eh
Wang Xiaobaa: You are over a thousand years old, aren't you old
Hearing the wind: Xiaobaa, you are also a thousand...
"Snapped!"
Big Brother Wen covered his legs:…
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@summerlos: summerlos gave me and the old man to sleep in the coffin trilobite x1.]