The wooden door was kicked open, and the blazing sunlight mixed with the wind and sand swept in, and huge shadows fell to the ground.

Shen Siyuan trembled all over, and subconsciously wanted to rush out, but was violently choked by a rough big palm, and the screams that had not yet come out were drowned out in an instant.

The hand grabbed him by the neck and threw him against the wall as easily as a wicker, the back of his head slammed into the clump of the wall, and the broken loess fell down and fell between Shen Siyuan's hair.

"Hmm-" he closed his eyes and groaned in pain. With a groan, he couldn't recognize the pain, his brain was congested, he had difficulty breathing, his eyes were black, the oxygen was gradually passing and he couldn't think, and there was only one thought left in his trance-

It looked like he was going to die again.

"Hey, pretty little one, it's not right to run." The bald head let go of Shen Siyuan, his voice was low and hoarse, although the language was the same, his pronunciation was very different from Shen Siyuan, with an obvious sense of jerkiness, like a babbling child.

Shen Siyuan couldn't answer, he collapsed like a loss of strength, covered his neck and gasped, cold sweat quickly soaked his clothes, and stuck softly to his body, like a frightened little quail.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the bald head pinched his jaw again, and his thick knuckle fingers seemed to be able to crush his bones at any time: "Little guy, what's your name?" ”

The smell of fishy smell and sweat came to his face, and Shen Siyuan almost wanted to suffocate, and his extremely aggressive gaze made the hairs on his body explode.

"I'm asking you." The bald head increased the force on his hand, Shen Siyuan's jaw couldn't be closed, the pain made him cry rationally, and the corners of his eyes were red, which looked particularly harmless.

"Hmm......"

"Enough, Parrett, you're scaring him." It was a Sven man in metal-rimmed glasses, handsome, with piercing blonde curls that hung down softly around his neck, looking dusty and ascetic, out of place in this dirty pile of mercenaries.

"Oh, yes, dear Joe?" The bald man known as Parrett let go of Shen Siyuan when he heard this.

"Give him to me."

Parrett's pale eyes instantly lit up with a playful smile: "Are you interested in him, dear?" ”

Qiao looked at Shen Siyuan's stunning face and was noncommittal.

"Well, my dear, though I haven't seen such a pretty little creature in a long time, how can I bear to refuse your request?" Parrett said as she grabbed Shen Siyuan's collar with one hand and threw him into Joe's arms, "But this really makes me sad, you actually give him a face, not me." ”

"You're disgusting." Qiao frowned, and then he grabbed Shen Siyuan by the collar and dragged him out of the house.

Shen Siyuan had already recovered from the pain and looked at the surrounding Qiqi blankly.

Upon leaving the house, he found that the man's body had been dragged away, and behind them was an endless desert, golden in the sun, bordering the blue sky on the horizon.

In front of him, however, were the ruins of a large city, and they were located right on the edge of the city. The wide road is as far as the eye can see, and the damaged high-rise buildings and bare buildings in the distance. Exposed steel bars show that this once belonged to a rudimentary civilized society.

Including Parrett, there were six people in this team, all equipped with various equipment, and next to the hut, there were two vehicles parked that made Shen Siyuan unbelievable-

Sport utility vehicle.

He'd only seen it in museums.

Guns from 2,000 years ago, strange climates, common but different languages, off-road vehicles, smaller bodies...... One thing after another was connected, so that Shen Siyuan had to admit the fact that he had left the time and space of the Free Federation.

It definitely had something to do with that explosion, and there was no way anyone could have survived an explosion of that magnitude. The only explanation can only be that the scientific institute is doing the real yàn of the space-time rift, because only antimatter can stabilize the gravitational field. However, because of the failure of the operation, the energy of the guide zhì went out of control and caused the explosion.

And this energy inadvertently changed his body and sent him back in time.

But this is obviously the fault of the scientific research institute, why should he be unlucky in the equipment department?

Not to mention being sent to this inexplicable era, but also running into a group of mercenaries who kill people without blinking?

Qiao took Shen Siyuan into another room, where the furnishings were similar to the one just now, and there was no trace of long-term habitation.

"Don't be afraid, little one, I won't hurt you." Qiao's tone was very kind, but his smile still made Shen Siyuan shudder, "What's your name?" ”

Shen Siyuan was startled and looked at the other party with wide eyes.

"Oh, I said, don't be afraid, do you think I'm the same kind of person as them?" Qiao spread his hands and looked very innocent, but his actions in the next second made Shen Siyuan scared to death.

Qiao took out a dagger from his waist and inserted it at Shen Siyuan's feet with a "whoosh": "Little guy, I forgot to sue you, what I said will not hurt you is on the basis of your obedience, understand?" ”

Shen Siyuan nodded mechanically: "Hmm......"

"That's good, I like obedient children, now, you sue me, what's your name, okay?" Qiao walked up to him, gently pulled out the knife, pulled out a tissue, and wiped the dirt on it, and his fair and delicate face was reflected on the white blade, which made Shen Siyuan shudder.

Shen Siyuan replied obediently: "Si...... Rogers, my name is Rogers. ”

Hearing Shen Siyuan's obviously different accent from theirs, Qiao was a little surprised, raised his eyebrows and said, "Where are you from?" ”

Shen Siyuan shook his head, he didn't dare to say where he came from, he couldn't be sure what era he was in, if he made up a lie, he would definitely be recognized by the other party.

Shen Siyuan was silent for a long time, as if he had mustered up great courage, and asked cautiously, "Will you kill me?" ”

He still had Parrett's fingerprints on his face, the tips of which were slightly white from the exertion, and because of the height difference, he had to raise his head to make eye contact with Joe, so that his slender and fragile neck was exposed, and he looked unthreatening.

Qiao looked him up and down, reached out and stroked the soft broken hair on his forehead, and said softly, "How can I be willing to kill you?" ”

Shen Siyuan looked at him nervously.

Joe looked at him for a moment and said with a smile, "Isn't it good to sell you?" ”