At dawn, on another continent of "iQue Realm", another traverser brought by Qin Feng had just gotten up.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning are orange-flavored, and they should be used as **, and they will not be too choking when they burst.

Squeak, the moment you open the door, there is a breeze blowing, fresh and natural, it is good to make marbles, and it will immediately disperse like the wind when it hits the body, leaving no handle for others.

The musketeer, Silverk Gabriel, who had lived in seclusion in the small town for three years, yawned wearily to meet the first townspeople who were about to burn him today.

"Yinke, you sin musketeer, you dare to live in our scattered town, hurry up!"

"Hurry up, be careful that we ask the wizard to banish you!"

Yinke blinked his eyelids and beckoned, "Okay, get out of here." ”

His tone was kind, his hair was blonde and slightly curly, his eyes were dead, and his jacket was dirty.

The crowd on the periphery of the house was caused by the killing of a bone wolf while hunting yesterday.

Strange to say, people traveled back to the Middle Ages to be persecuted by witches, but he didn't know which evil he fell, and he came to a world where everyone hated musketeers.

"If a steampunk boy appears in front of you one day, you won't have to go crazy one by one!"

Walking out of the crowd, he suddenly looked back at the small stone house, thinking that he would definitely not be able to come back, so it would be better to do it, well, just do it.

With a pull on the trigger, a shot was fired, and the house exploded, and a puff of smoke rose up, leaving only rubble that had been almost razed to the ground.

"Look, this is the Musketeer, oh my God, we must not let them live, and maybe even hurt the dragon!"

Come on, I don't have to talk to these people.

In the Kaya continent, everyone fears the dragon, even if there are seventy or eighty thousand people captured by the dragon every week, they also feel that this is a great sacrifice.

Fortunately, the power of the musket is extremely great, and Yinke doesn't know if other musketeers have the same ability as him, and they can use any substance as a **, marbles, and the musket can also come and go when it is called.

It's like a summoned beast with a contract.

Bang, the head hurts a little, the blood is slightly sweet, and sure enough, this group of people still started when he turned around.

I don't know how long I slept after being knocked out with a stick, and when he woke up, he was already tied up with five flowers, and his feet were full of firewood.

Silverk swallowed, his throat slightly dry, thinking back to his past life, before coming to this world, he loved the game of the dark wind of the Middle Ages, and knew witches, dragons, stone statues, and gods like the back of his hand.

The castle's perennial Blood Count, the self-congratulatory werewolf of the Dark Forest, and the stocky musketeer.

As a result, after coming to this world, he found that it was not like it at all, the world was diametrically opposed, let alone saving the lovely witch who was in danger, it was difficult for him to even save his life.

"Burn me, you crazy people, name any sin triggered by Lao Tzu?"

"You usually write something called a light novel on paper, and tell the children in the town about what is called fantasy literature, shameless!"

Well, this aunt in a long skirt said something that was unrefutable, and he admitted it.

"What is this, the other day, this stinky and shameless musketeer secretly took my son to his house and drank a black liquid that makes people burp, who knows what kind of poison it is!"

Rose from the blacksmith shop next door wept bitterly, his poor helpless son choking on him and weeping.

"Oh, my dear Count of Blood, may you go out on a cloud-filled night and suck the blood of this evil musketeer, who actually gave my daughter a box of dark magic desserts, which he said could only be chewed forever, not swallowed, and that the bubbles that blew would blow up, it was sensational!"

This is the sewing worker, and she and the washerwoman are snuggling up to each other, and the girl in the story is crying bitterly.

Yinke, who was tied to the wooden frame, snorted and said helplessly:

"Yes, it's all my fault, I haven't added ice yet, and I won't die if I burp, besides, I'm talking about chewing gum that can't be swallowed, it's not easy to digest, and it's not that you will die if you eat it!"

"You're all a bunch of vexatious guys, stay where you go!"

The crowd was furious, and sure enough, it was the rumored heinous musketeer, who could utter the most vicious expulsion words with extreme indifference.

"Let the witch set fire to this musketeer!"

Surrounded by a trembling and feeble black-cloaked witch, her thin little hand holding a fiery torch, about to light firewood.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a demon either, you look up and let me see your face!"

"Ah, I ......"

The witch looked up, her nose straight, her eyes deep, her azure pupils seemed to confirm the identity of the person in front of her at the end.

The demon was the first to recognize her, and said with a wicked smile:

"Earl the witch is you, your face is like a seven-point look. ”

"She's my mom, but she was captured by the dragons of Mount Theses in Roger Town last year!"

Yinke complained in his heart, this girl should be the most cowardly witch, and she would cry when she talked casually.

"It's a very funny dragon on Mount Huth, and Earl has no chance of living, by the way, don't worry about me, just burn. ”

The conversation becomes more and more easy-going, causing the townspeople present to wonder if he is hypnotizing the good witch.

"Quick, burn this musketeer, the abominable musketeer should all go to hell, damn thug, his hands must be covered with blood!"

Phew, Yinke still spat at the nearest onlooker, and shouted in an unpleasant voice:

"Hurry up, add some words to yourself here, beware of me shooting the town into the sky!"

There was no negotiation at all, and Yinke, who was incompatible with this wrong world, closed his eyes again, he knew that it would hurt later.

Three years ago, there was a great event in the continent of Kaya where the great kingdoms united to execute musketeers captured from all over the world.

That day, Silvergram Gabriel finally made up the ice recipe at home, and after a big drink, he fell to the ground and almost killed him with a single hiccups.

After waking up, he was arrested and paraded in the streets with other musketeers, and burned at the stake a day later in front of tens of thousands of people.

"I still miss those days, eating and drinking, breaking two dragons every day, going to the sacred mountain to destroy the gods, occasionally hitting the brave who came to crusade, and I don't know if they miss my tomato-flavored gum!"

Hissing and blazing, the people watching from the perimeter of the firewood stared at him with hideous faces, as if they felt that this was a punishment, and that the musketeers should be rightly afraid.

"Thank you!"

The stinky and shameless Yinke said gratefully.

"Are you dying?

"What are you afraid of, you will die too, sooner or later. ”

Spoiled, for the first time in their lives, the inhabitants were ruined, this musketeer was too arrogant, he was not afraid of death at all.

"Musketeer, haha, curse you to hell forever, be afraid!"

Once again, the crowd watched, trying to get a glimpse of fear in his face.

However, the curly-haired and dead-eyed man said with a smile: "Thank you for giving me this chance to live forever!"

Boom, the fire grew bigger in an instant, and the musketeers with bright smiles were directly engulfed in the sea of fire.

In the middle of the night, a black hand stretched out in the coke heap, and soon a scrap wood musketeer came out.

He approached the houseside by the roadside, lifted the barrel and poured it on him to take a shower, and chattered impatiently:

"What a bunch of crazy people, they burned all my clothes, yes, the dragons, the gods, and the brave are all in the same camp, and the only villain is our musketeers, who provokes whom. ”

"Hey, you're still immortal, if the power of evil is divided equally, can you monopolize half of it?"

Silverk looked warily at the corner of the street, and a familiar but unwilling figure walked slowly.

She was dressed in a red robe, her feet were stabbed to the dead, and her walking kicks and taps were upsetting.

"Full moon!"

He glanced at the night sky, the cold light of the full moon seeping through, and the girl under the red robe took off her hat, and her beautiful face changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, from the forehead to the tip of the nose, and then to the tender chin.

She turned into a monster with a human body and a wolf face, a werewolf.

Instinctively, Yinke raised his musket and said coldly:

"Little Red Riding Hood, try the orange-flavored **!"