Su Zimu walked with firm steps, but he got discouraged after not going very far.
It’s only been a few steps and I’ve already turned!
Moreover, this place is full of weirdness. It’s not even dark yet, and the streets are already clean, not even a ghost can be seen!
The street in front of you is at least five meters wide, with a bluestone pavement. The shops on the street are one after another. No matter how you look at it, it is a prosperous place. However, at this moment, all the shops facing the street are closed.
I don't know if it's because the lamp oil is too expensive, or because the door is closed so tightly that no light leaks out.
A gust of night wind blew by, and the fallen leaves were falling all over the ground. Let alone the desolate feeling.
I'm used to the light pollution in modern cities, but I can't stand such a pitch-black place. I always feel like something is ready to move in the dark corner.
Forget it, isn't it just a little dark and desolate? Don't let your sister scare you!
After thinking about it this way, it turned out to be much better. Su Zimu sat down on a stone on the side of the street, hugged his backpack and rubbed his temples.
This old saying goes well. If you have money, you can travel all over the world, but if you don't have money, you can't move anywhere. The worst thing right now is that your pocket is cleaner than your face. You can't hit the tip or stay in a hotel. You can't just find a broken bowl and squat in the corner to beg for food, right?
Then you have to have a bowl first, right?
His thoughts turned around, and Su Zimu reviewed all the ways to make money in time travel novels. They were either too complicated or expensive, and he couldn't find one that suited him.
The poor Su University anchor became depressed on the spot.
When other people traveled through time, it was as if they had slept with the goddess of fate, and everything they did went smoothly. But when they came here, it was as if they had just slept with the goddess of bad luck, and everything they did was so awkward.
Longevity!
Time travel, time travel, why is it so difficult?
But then I thought about it again, what’s the use of feeling sorry for yourself when you’ve already reached this point? Regardless of time travel or other adversities, you must first straighten your mentality. If you think you have traveled through time, you will be a son of the plane, and you will kill everyone in your head.
There are hordes of beauties, is it realistic?
This is a living, flesh-and-blood world, not just a dream in the blue sky!
Isn't it just that the start is a little difficult? It's not a big deal. I'll find an inn or a restaurant in a while. With my cooking skills, why don't I become a cook?
…
Su Zimu's cooking skills are only average, but as a citizen of a big foodie empire, it is no exaggeration to say that he has broad horizons and is well-informed. How can he impress a few natives and still not be able to catch them?
Okay, let’s do it!
When he thought of a way out, all the gloom in his heart disappeared. Su Zimu patted his butt and wanted to leave.
But at this moment, dense footsteps suddenly came from the distance, and seven or eight figures were wandering around in the dim street.
A vicious voice came over: "The fat sheep is here!"
Before he finished speaking, a group of rogues had already approached, all of them frowning and glaring, and surrounded Su Zimu without saying a word.
Nimei!
You don’t look like a good person at first glance!
Return the fat sheep, the world is clear in broad daylight...cough, the lights are dark, the fire is dark, the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is really a good day to rob homes and homes.
Su Zimu's heart beat wildly, and he suddenly realized that this was not a modern world known for its safety, but an unknown, primitive, backward, and ignorant alien world!
He had never seen such a scene before in his whole life, and he couldn't help but feel flustered and his liver and gallbladder trembled.
Why am I so unlucky?
He quickly stood up: "You heroes, you are penniless, you are not even a skinny sheep..."
The leader of the big man was tall and strong. A scar cut his face into two halves, lying on his face like a centipede: "What are you talking about? Beat me!"
Who are you poor with? Do I need your bad money?
A group of strong men rushed up and started fighting. They greeted Su Zimu with fists and kicks like raindrops. There were also a few who couldn't squeeze in and stood aside waving flags and shouting.
Damn it!
What kind of world is this guy in?
Su Zimu squatted down holding his head and let his fists and feet fall on him.
He has never had a fight since he was a child, and now he just picks up a group and doesn't know how to fight back. He relies entirely on instinctive reactions.
Is there a lot of pressure?
At the critical moment, Su Zimu placed all his hopes on the ball of light on his brow, with only one thought in his mind: You move, you move!
But no matter how eager he was, the ball of light just didn't move, which made him gnash his teeth in anger: You moved so blindly when you shouldn't have moved, causing me to be kicked out, and your mother didn't move when you should have moved, causing me to be kicked out.
Being beaten, what is the grudge?
Eh?
Su Zimu suddenly realized something was wrong. After receiving so many punches and kicks, why didn't his body hurt?
He raised his head in confusion, and just in time an eye-sealing hammer came towards him, hitting him squarely in the left eye.
Su Zimu's head snapped back, but the force of this punch was pitifully small!
This is wrong!
He suddenly stood up and faced the oncoming punches and kicks.
It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, it still doesn’t hurt!
Su Zimu was so happy that he couldn't break his damn defense. Why am I afraid of a kidney? As for why he is so thick-skinned... Who cares, let's solve the immediate trouble first!
ha!
Su Zimu exhaled loudly and neatly moved into the starting position of the military boxing.
Several strong men stopped their hands in astonishment, exchanged glances, and immediately resorted to sucking milk, constipation and the strength of the bridal chamber, and another round of full output.
Su Zimu didn't know how to defend at all, let alone how to counterattack. He followed the routine in his memory and grabbed the unlucky guy's arm. He pulled out a horizontal elbow and smashed the opponent's chest firmly.
There was a crunching sound, bones were broken, and tendons were broken. The man screamed and flew three meters upside down. After landing, he rolled and rolled, and hit the wall across the street with a bang.
The eyes of a group of people on the fringes of society followed him, stared wide-eyed for a while, and then turned back to stare at Su Zimu.
Is the pretty boy so fierce?
Su Zimu was also a little dazed. Is this what I did? The Baji masters in the movie are only at this level, right?
In my previous life, I lived in an era when a fight on the street would make the news. This scene now is a bit exciting!
The scoundrels are used to being domineering, and they have never suffered such a big loss. They want to teach the pretty boy a lesson, but they feel like they have roots under their feet, and they can't move forward no matter what.
Su Zimu grinned: tremble, you scumbags!
He stepped forward, raised his legs to his knees, and knocked one of them away with a bang. He rounded his arms and knocked two more with a bang. The remaining scoundrels all took a step back, all shocked and frightened.
There were only seven or eight friends in total, and half of them fell in the blink of an eye!
Even though Su Zimu's posture is not very good, the military style boxing seems to be nothing. In fact, it is either cutting the neck or hitting the head and ribs. Every move is aimed at the vital point. If it hits, the combat effectiveness will be lost.
It's the most basic.
This group of scoundrels looked at their comrades who were lying on the ground and wailing, and then at Su Zimu, who was in full posture. Before his ferocious expression faded away, fear had already surged up. The two expressions were entangled together, and all the facial features were distorted.
How can this pretty boy be a fat sheep? He is a monster!
