There was a soft touch from the back of his head, and Yang Haohui couldn't help but moan comfortably. Since Mo Meng moved in, he has spent his days in the bathtub every day, insulated from the bed, the basic device of human sleep, for a long time.

He squinted slightly, and the gap in his eyes was filled with warm sunlight. Where is this? What happened before? Yang Haohui couldn't help but meditate in his heart.

He tried hard to recall, he seemed to know a little beggar named Mo Meng, and then got acquainted. Then he wanted to confess, but he had a fight with Pan Chen, and then, he saw the beautiful, the other side of Mo Meng. He fainted, and when he woke up, he was here. It's really a messy plot, and if your experience is a novel, then the author's brain must have a pit.

And then and then, and then and then......

It seems to be ....... A kiss.

"My first kiss!! Yang Haohui jumped up in shock.

A strong feeling of weakness and pain came up, and Yang Haohui trembled. He was surprised to find that his whole body was wrapped in bandages, his right hand and left leg were still in a plaster cast, and he grinned at the slightest movement, and he looked like a gangster lying in the intensive care ward after a gangster fight.

For a while, Yang Haohui really didn't slow down, from the beautiful girl's kiss to the broken hand and foot, there was not even a transition halfway.

He looked around, Mo Meng was gone, and the surroundings were full of unfamiliar environments. In a retro-style room, he was the only one lying on a wooden bed, covered in fluffy fur. He reluctantly touched his body with his remaining left hand, and the elaborately dressed suit disappeared, replaced by a rough clothing, as if it was woven from bursian and cotton, with many patches on it, and a leather string tied around his waist, quite like the Baina clothes on Su Qi'er's body, and a bit like a medieval-style resident's clothes, which should not be a style that can be bought on the market.

"It's fine. After exploring for a while, Yang Haohui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, he felt the familiar warm and cool feeling, the crystal necklace left by his parents on his chest was still there, and his worn-out Nokia mobile phone was placed next to his pillow. In fact, removing the expensive suit, he also brought these two things.

The walls are made up of large semi-cylindrical wooden stakes with a few oily green creepers entwined around them, which is clearly not special effect wallpaper. The facilities in the house are simple, a small wooden round table, a wooden bookshelf, and that's it.

The air is filled with the smell of wood, and although the environment is unfamiliar, it is unexpectedly comfortable.

Where is this?Where has Mo Meng gone?Will there be buildings of this style in the city center?The question came to mind, but Yang Haohui was surprisingly not panicked, or that the bizarre experiences before him had made him a little numb to this sudden situation.

Before he could fully understand the situation, the wooden door was suddenly opened. A burly man walked in, carrying a large log on his shoulder.

Yang Haohui looked at this strong man who walked in in a daze, wearing the same style of linen tight vest as himself, with short silver-gray hair standing up like steel needles, thick eyebrows, big eyes, wide nose and square mouth, dark muscles, hard lines like rocks, and a tight vest supported by bulging chest muscles that were almost cracked. Yang Haohui couldn't help but think of Mr. Yuan Kuocheng's commentary "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" - what an eight-foot tall leopard with a head and eyes, a tiger's back and a bear's waist!

The strong man placed the thick log against the wall with a loud bang. He turned to look at Yang Haohui on the bed, his eyes sharp.

Yang Haohui subconsciously hugged the velvet blanket and shrunk his body...... Although he couldn't shrink with his current body that was about to shatter, the two of them stared at each other with wide eyes, and there was an awkward silence like a mystery.

I don't know why, Yang Haohui suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar......

"You ......" the strong man suddenly spoke, his voice low and deep, and at the same time reached out to touch his back.

"Dry ...... What are you doing?" Yang Haohui's nervous voice trembled, if it was according to the development of general dramas, and with the courage of the big man in front of him, he felt that the next second of development was that the strong man was going to take out a pistol and put it on his head.

As a result, an earthy yellow, grainy fruit was pulled out.

"Eat?" the strong man handed the apple to Yang Haohui.

......

Five minutes later, Yang Haohui gnawed all the fruit in his hand. Although adults often tell children not to eat what strangers give, there is still no rule that cannot be broken in the face of hunger.

It stands to reason that porridge should be more suitable for eating for a "seriously ill patient" like him, and a fruit is obviously not very hungry. However, Yang Haohui was surprised to find that this earthy yellow fruit has an exceptionally soft taste, almost no fiber, and is very easy to bite. The taste should be very strong and fragrant, and if you have to describe it, it actually has a bit of a rice texture. With just one lower belly, Yang Haohui felt that he actually had a very solid sense of satiety.

The strong man laughed: "Not bad, yes, the food is so delicious, it seems that he is recovering well." ”

"Thank you. Fortunately, this strong man was not hostile, and it was obvious that when he was inexplicably seriously injured, it was the strong man in front of him who came to the rescue, and Yang Haohui also opened his mouth to thank him.

"Kuha, you're welcome. The strong man laughed heartily, indicating that he didn't care, and then stretched out his right hand to introduce himself, "Hank Apohuan, just call me Hank, the children here call me that." ”

This is still a foreigner..... Yang Haohui thought to himself. Except on TV and books, he has not seen many real people in foreign countries. However, with Hank's dark skin and wider mouth square face, it is still very much in line with the impression of Yang Haohui on foreigners in his memory.

He stretched out his right hand, but was weighed down by the weight and pain of the plaster, so he had to replace it with the only intact left hand, and shook it back a little awkwardly: "My name is Yang Haohui, and you speak Mandarin really well." ”

This is not a polite remark, Hank speaks very Mandarin, except for the occasional strange tongue curl and his strange "Kuhaha" smile, there is no obstacle to communication at all.

"Mandarin?" Hank repeated the word with some confusion, and then he let out a long sound similar to understanding the meaning with "oh~", and said, "The unified language stipulated by Zhongyuan is not much different from our original language here, and some of the grammar and pronunciation are different, and it is still a little unaccustomed to speaking, but it is not difficult to learn." ”

"Zhongyuan?" Yang Haohui was a little confused by this inexplicable noun, what is Zhongyuan, Zhongyuan Festival?

Hank didn't wait for Yang Haohui to ask, and began to nag on his own-

"You're really blessed, there's still one last one left, this is a good thing that can sell for several copper coins, Kuhahahaha. ”

"Anyway, where are you from? Nowell, or McCoster? I've been to Maxter, the black plum wine is really delicious. ”

"Speaking of Xiaohui, remember to find someone to accompany you when you practice Yuan Technique, you see how dangerous it is this time, if I didn't find out in time, I'm afraid you would have to see Xiheshen." ”

There are tons of strange nouns pouring in, and Hank has come up with all the nicknames by the way. Yang Haohui's mind was dizzy for a while, Hank's words were not without incomprehensible parts, prepositions and verbs were all visible in daily life, but when those strange nouns were combined slightly, none of them could be understood.

It's really unexpected, don't look at Hank's Schwarzen-style cold tough guy look, his real face is actually a chatter.

"If you want to talk about girls, that's still our strength enough. Don't look at the city of beauties. I'll tell you, no, the short-legged girl has no taste! Let's just talk about our Noldra girl, although it's a border town, but the thighs, tsk......t-tsk" Hank obviously still said something unfinished.

"Stop, stop!" Yang Haohui had to quickly interrupt Hank, hesitated for a while, but he still asked the key sentence, "What are you talking about?"

Hank was stunned, as if he understood something, and scratched his head embarrassedly: "Oh....... Yes, yes, I'm sorry, it's a little early for the girl to tell you about this kind of thing......"

"It's not about this!" Yang Haohui couldn't help laughing, "I want to ask you, everything you said before, what is Dongyuan, Yuanji....... What are you talking about?"

There was a long silence, and this time Hank was stunned.

"Before you...... Isn't it a meta-technique?"

"It's not. ”

"You don't understand what I'm saying?" said Hank, in a surprised tone.

"I don't understand at all!" Yang Haohui said firmly.

There was a long silence again.

After a while, Hank suddenly stretched out his hands and shook Yang Haohui's bandaged head: "You won't be stupid, will you?"

"Pain, pain, pain!"

Yang Haohui was suddenly stunned, he seemed to hear the key word "collision", and asked blankly, "Mr. Hank, how did I get here?"

Hank pointed upwards.

Raising his head in pain, a huge hole appeared in Yang Haohui's vision, or rather on the roof. The duplex structure of the double-layered roof can be seen from the fault, and it is not difficult to imagine how strong it is and how painful it is to break through ——— it.

A small piece of wood chipping on the edge of the hole fell at the right time and gently smashed on Yang Haohui's head.

It's no wonder that when you wake up, you can see the sunlight directly above the closed wooden house.......

"I think I know how I got here......"

"And it was the head that rushed in. Hank made up for it in time, and then pointed to the log he had moved in behind him, "It's for roofing." ”

"I'm still alive. ”

"So you're lucky, it's me, the only wood elementalist in Noldra, who discovered you, but if you were a different person, you'd be dead by now. ”

Another unintelligible term...... Yang Haohui twitched the corners of his mouth to show his incomprehension.

"Don't understand?" the rough-looking man was unexpectedly delicate.

Yang Haohui nodded.

"Kuhahahaha, you're such a weird kid, common sense, Xiaohui, this is all common sense in common sense. As he spoke, Hank raised his hand and put it on the plaster cast on Yang Haohui's leg, "Okay, show you your hand, this is the last treatment." ”

A brilliant turquoise light burst out from Hank's palm, and an incredible scene took place—a swarm of wicker grew out of the green light! The wicker was like a living snake, slowly spreading and winding along Yang Haohui's body. The extreme shock had already made Yang Haohui lose the ability to think, and he even forgot to scream.

In the palm of a human being, a plant grows?!!

The growing wicker also emitted the same green glow, which lasted for about a minute, and the light became more and more talking, until all the wicker turned into points of light and dissipated.

"Don't look at the fact that I can make matter, in fact, I am a characteristic type, and these wickers are the effects of releasing meta-techniques. Hank wiped the beads of sweat that were oozing from his head and exhaled, "Okay, done." ”

"Ah!!!!h

Yang Haohui almost crawled up from the bed, stood at the head of the bed and used all his strength to stand against the wall, staring at Hank's wicker hand.

"Hey, hey, that's an exaggeration. Hank looked at Yang Haohui's pale face and scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's all said, this is common sense, common sense." ”

"Common sense, you're damn it!" Yang Haohui had been exposed to Boss Zhou for so long, and for the first time sighed that he had to swear to express his emotions.

"Calm down......"

"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming. ”

"Your injury!" Hank had to roar to calm Yang Haohui, who was close to collapse, "Didn't you notice that you can move now?"

Yang Haohui was stunned.

He tried to move his injured right arm, but it didn't hurt. I looked down at my broken feet again, and tried to stomp them, feeling like I could walk like a fly at any time. He subconsciously didn't pay attention when he got up, and it only took a minute to recover from a serious injury that was almost a comminuted fracture of his whole body to being able to move.

Hank reluctantly said, "Remove the cast and splints, you're healed." Also, you stepped on my pillow......"

The plasterboard was very strong, and except for his left hand, Yang Haohui's whole body was basically bandaged, and Yang Haohui tried to disassemble it himself several times without success, and in the end it was Hank who helped.

Hank teased him while removing the plaster: "Kuhaha, Xiaohui, you kid don't look very thin, you really have strength when you run up." ”

"Right...... Sorry to scare you. ”

"It's okay, in fact, I should apologize. My rank is only the third order, and the trait refining is not at home, and it can't treat you perfectly, at most, it can only slightly accelerate your self-healing speed, and the trait refining is also 'self-healing'. You smashed into my house three days ago, and the injury was too serious at that time, I didn't dare to let you heal yourself too quickly, because the self-healing process requires your own physical strength, and you were too injured at that time and your physical strength was not enough, and accelerating the healing of the wound may kill you. ”

Speaking of this, Hank couldn't help but sigh and said, "It's also my own waste, my cultivation is not refined, and a slightly more powerful wood elementalist will not need to be treated for three days." ”

"I didn't ...... Thank you very much for nothing. Yang Haohui still didn't understand what Hank said, but his stomach screamed uncontrollably.

He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Strange, I obviously felt full just now." ”

"Kuhahahaha, it's just the physical exertion caused by healing, don't mind. But I have to wait a little longer for dinner, and I haven't eaten yet. ”

"I'll try the fura cake I made later, just eat more today, replenish your strength, that thing is sweet, and the child eats too much tooth decay." ”

"Eat more meat these days to replenish it. ”

"Remember to move after eating, eat too much to block the intestines, be careful that you can't solve the tuba......."

The man began to chatter again, obviously strong and vicious, but he cared about people like a chattering old mother. But...... Yang Haohui doesn't hate this feeling.

After removing the last piece of drywall, Hank asked, "By the way, how did you smash into my house?"

"Well......" finally got to the point, Yang Haohui hesitated slightly, and said, "To be honest, Mr. Hank, I don't have any impression myself. I can only remember that the bright light made me faint, and then I woke up and I was here. ”

"It's magical. Hank nodded frequently.

"Do you see a little girl other than me?" Yang Haohui thought about Mo Meng's features, and compared his hand to his chin, "It's probably so tall, with short hair, it's very good-looking." ”

"Nope. Hank shook his head, "I was asleep when you fell in, so the impression is clear, it's just you." ”

"Yes......." Yang Haohui was a little disappointed.

"So, you don't have any memories of the past, where are you, do you remember this?" asked Hank.

"If the city is named, it's Beijing. ”

Hank pressed his hand to his forehead in a meditative motion, and after a moment shook his head: "There doesn't seem to be a city with this name in the Tianyuan Realm, and the place name has a northern ...... It seems that there is only the Northern Metaverse. ”

Yang Haohui was stunned, and suddenly felt that these words were a little familiar.

"It's incredible, are you really knocked out of your memory?" asked Hank.

"I don't think so......" Yang Haohui was just about to speak, when a voice suddenly sounded in the depths of his memory.

- The Celestial Realm, specifically the Eastern Metaverse.

The Celestial Yuan Realm, the name that Hank also said...... Mo Meng also mentioned it!

Too many doubts before were intertwined at this moment, and suddenly opened up at the same moment!

It's no wonder that Yang Haohui has an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the situation when he meets Hank, because the current situation between him and Hank is simply a copy of Mo Meng and him!

No wonder he doesn't know anything about "Yuan Neng", just as Mo Meng knows very little about "science"!

It's no wonder that Mo Meng has an almost extraordinary physical fitness, just as Hank also has such an extraordinary ability as the so-called Yuan Neng!

It's no wonder that Mo Meng keeps his background and background strictly secret, because revealing it at will may lead to a shocking fact!

Yang Haohui ignored Hank's surprise, quickly climbed off the wooden bed, rushed to the door, and smashed open the heavy wooden door.

There are no familiar high-rise buildings and busy traffic, the muddy smell of grass blades comes to your face, and there are patches of grass in front of you. It seemed to be dusk, the sun wheel touched the horizon far away, and the carpet-like grass was reflected in the setting sun in a golden red, swaying slightly with the occasional wavy breeze. Not far away, there were several small wooden houses with sloping roofs, in front of which there were four or five chasing and frolicking boys and girls, ranging in appearance from four or five to thirteen or fourteen years old. In the distance, as far as the eye can see, there are towering giant trees, much thicker and taller than the artificial greenery of urban greenery, and the friction of grass blades makes a salsa sound. At the other end of the woods, there is a gentle hill jutting out of the horizon, and the hill emits a transparent firelight, and the smoke drifts into the sky, as if a small town is located.

Yang Haohui felt that he was slowly turning into a stone statue, cracking inch by inch from head to toe.

There will be no mistake, this is simply not the scene that will appear in the center of Beijing———— "Tianyuan Realm" and "Original World" are two different worlds!

With the last glimmer of hope—hoping that someone would tell him that the idea was just a slightly exaggerated joke, or just a dream that he hadn't woken up, Yang Haohui asked Hank behind him, "Mr. Hank, can you tell me where this is......?" Be specific. ”

Hank was a little confused, but he still honestly smashed Yang Haohui's last sanity with his answer: "Tianyuan Realm, Western Metaverse Noldra Province, my medical hall, Hank's house." ”

To be continued......