"I-how-so-good-looking!?"

With such a sentence.

The middle-aged Mediterranean Sea that glared at Wang Miao angrily was like a lightning strike.

His body stiffened, his face trembled, and his breathing became rapid.

In my mind, pictures suddenly appeared.

It was a sunny day.

A beautiful girl in a long green dress took a few steps back quietly and looked at him with an embarrassed expression.

"Brother Hai, don't be like this, it's impossible for us......"

"How can't it be! You said you wanted to be with me forever!"

"That's what I said when I was a child, how can I take it seriously, I only treat you as a brother. ”

"I don't believe it! It's because of him? The relationship between us for so many years can't match the little white face you've only known for a few months!?Why? Just because he's handsome!?"

"You think I'm such a superficial person?"

"Then what do you like about him? He has no money and no power, he is twenty years old like me, although we are both junior martial artists, but I am about to become an intermediate martial artist, he is not stronger than me, how can he win against me?

"You don't have to say that about him, he's not that bad! Besides, I don't need to be perfect to like someone, as long as that person has a shining point that can attract me, that's enough!"

"He's not as good as me, what can he shine with!"

He ...... He's handsome!!"

He's handsome!!

He's handsome!!

Handsome......

Thinking about the heartbreaking scene not long ago, Mediterranean's eyes were wet with tears.

In his memory, the image of the little white face that he hated to the bone coincided with the hateful man next to him.

Handsome and amazing!?

Handsome can be eaten as a meal!?

Are you so quiet and handsome?

Say to Lao Tzu that you are good-looking, what do you mean?

Lao Tzu is ugly?

Isn't it just that the amount of hair is a little scarce?

Everyone has shaved their heads, and they don't know who looks better!

What's more, in this world, strength is the capital on which a person can stand!

Seeing that Wang Miao was still intoxicated with the beauty of the prosperous world, the Mediterranean could no longer bear it.

He stood up violently and glared at Wang Miao through gritted teeth.

"Boy, you don't have to make an inch, the world of martial artists is about strength, not looks!"

Wang Miao was startled by this sudden stand-up, and finally withdrew her gaze from the car window, looking at the Mediterranean Sea with an unkind face in some confusion.

What's going on with this thing?

Since I got in the car, I have been staring at me at every turn, and my attitude is very different, could it be that I have a grudge against myself?

It's also inexplicable to say that the world of martial artists is fighting for strength, not looks.

Could it be that because of his bad looks, he has a psychological distortion and a hatred of handsomeness?

Yes, it must be!

However, considering that there may be a big gap between his combat effectiveness and the other party, in line with the idea that a hero will not suffer immediate losses, he nodded and followed the words of the Mediterranean: "Uncle is right, appearance is just skin, strength is the most important thing." ”

Mediterranean was angry again: "You call me uncle? What are your eyes? How do you speak?"

Wang Miao was in a groan, Nima Laozi doesn't call you uncle, is it difficult to call you uncle!

Before he could reply, a bearded man in the front seat looked back at the Mediterranean Sea and said in a low voice: "Brother, it's almost enough, even if people call you Brother Ju, are you embarrassed to come down?"

Mediterranean looked at the beard that helped Wang Miao mend the knife with grief and indignation: "Uncle, you call me brother? My special mother is less than twenty-one, you call me brother!?"

As he spoke, he tinkered with the watch in his hand a few times under the surprised gaze of Wang Miao and the bearded beard, and projected the age bar of citizen information on the car window.

Sure enough, this person named Zhang Xiaohai is still a few months away from turning twenty-one.

The cheeky grinned, glanced at the Mediterranean Sea with a strange gaze, and turned back.

Wang Miao was also dumbfounded.

This big brother looks too anxious.

"Uh...... I'm sorry, I don't know......"

This apology, Wang Miao is sincere.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, what he said just now was indeed quite exciting.

What's more, the beard in the front row was also stabbed.

And the Mediterranean Sea waved his hand, directly interrupting Wang Miao's apology.

The face that was already a little anxious seemed to be a few years older.

He sighed softly, as if he had seen through the red dust.

"Forget it, the appearance is natural, just a shell and skin, but it's just a mirror, a pink skull, I have seen through this world of faces, the world is not worth ......"

With that, he sat down again, closed his eyes, and said no more.

Mediterranean said this, Wang Miao naturally would not continue to do anything boring for himself.

I looked at my watch, and it was just after seven o'clock in the evening.

When the train departed, the notice said that the time to arrive in Ding'an was about half past seven in the evening, that is, there was less than half an hour to arrive at the destination.

He was a little curious about what the city of the future would look like.

I am more curious about how many years later I have come to the world.

He looked at the calendar on his watch, which showed that the current date was August 874 in the Lingyuan calendar, not the pre-A.D. year.

But from this point, it can be concluded that I have traveled at least 874 years.

As for things like the interpersonal relationships and specific places of residence of the predecessor, Wang Miao didn't have much desire to know, and he was not interested in retrieving the memory of the predecessor.

Knowing that it is an orphan and has nothing to worry about, that is enough.

Soon the train quietly entered the station.

The bright lights of the waiting hall, shining through the car window, brought him back to reality from his brief reflections.

As if sensing something, he flicked to the right and met the gaze of the Mediterranean.

As soon as he wanted to say hello, Mediterranean quietly withdrew his gaze, as if he had seen a stranger.

Wang Miao was a little speechless, stood up and walked towards the door with the others.