The stream in the sun is like a shiny blue satin shaking, clear and cheerful.

This kind of pure natural scenery and fresh air that makes people feel fresh from the inside out is a pleasant enjoyment, however, Hong Tiancheng looked around at the picturesque natural scenery, but felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

Any ordinary person who closes his eyes in his own bed and comes from the turbid bedroom to such a fresh and uninhabited wilderness will probably feel extremely panicked.

Especially for Hong Tiancheng, the biggest dream is to eat and dress every day, and then find a goddess friend to create a salted fish happily together.

Pulling him out of a fixed but steady trajectory of life and suddenly pulling him into the wilderness is simply a sin!

Hong Tiancheng looked at the pajamas and pajamas he was wearing, and secretly congratulated himself that he didn't have the habit of sleeping naked...... Otherwise, if you are suddenly thrown into such a ghost place where no one is around, you will have to freeze 'Jill'!

Hong Tiancheng has always attached great importance to the 'happiness index' in this regard, and has always believed that it is the place he is most proud of, and there is no one!

Hong Tiancheng was stunned for ten minutes in such a beautiful scenery, and finally came back to his senses slightly from his misty state, holding his stubble chin with one hand around his chest and the other hand, looking at the unfamiliar wild environment around him, and trying to think about all the 'wilderness survival skills' he had mastered in the past 20 years.

However, for a salted fish who can only shout 666, survival skills or something, it seems that they have only been seen in the game......

Although Hong Tiancheng said that he was a salted fish with a very casual and adaptable ability, he was very aware of the gap between the game and reality, and did not self-righteously apply the experience in the game to the current situation.

Survival skills in the wild are about equal to zero, Hong Tiancheng had to continue to lower his standards, to see what he has been best at in the past 20 years, and then, Hong Tiancheng instantly appeared in his mind a proud 'record' - hand speed......

Well, no matter how versatile hand speed is, it doesn't help survive in the wild.

After careful analysis, Hong Tiancheng quickly got an accurate answer, and his survival rate in this environment was infinitely close to zero...... Good blow to the results of the analysis......

"Make no mistake! I go to class in a regular manner, eat and sleep in a regular manner, and peek at girls in a regular manner...... Well, this is indeed a bit inappropriate, but it is not enough to throw me in this wilderness where I have no store and no home, is it because I am an atheist, so the gods and Buddhas of the heavens threw me to this kind of place to fend for myself?

Damn, there are so many atheists in China, and they chose me to eat and wait for death for Mao! ”

Hong Tiancheng grabbed his short hair in distress, and walked aimlessly along the stream, hoping that he could meet a place where there were people in luck.

For a college otaku who can't even drill wood for fire, coming to this kind of 'wild area' where the earth should not be called ineffective is no different from murder......

While walking, Hong Tiancheng was nervously chanting in his heart about the gods and Buddhas and calling all kinds of 'known' golden fingers, of course, he didn't even hear a fart......

After more than an hour of inner suffering, Hong Tiancheng finally saw human beings on wooden slippers, and suddenly realized the 'beauty of crossing' Hong Tiancheng, who didn't care why the indifferent boy opposite was a white face, and ran over with a face full of surprise and kindness and spit out a series of words that even he felt weird.

"Hi hello little brother, where is this? I'm lost. Although Hong Tiancheng was very puzzled by the sudden spit out of his mouth in a foreign language, and even associated it with the 'compensation' he gave after being tricked by the gods and Buddhas, the diffusion thinking of the salted fish couldn't help but spread backwards, and Mei Zizi began to build the story of relying on the promising technology of foreign languages to become a translator in the future......

Well, it is said that translators are very profitable, so in this way, they are one step closer to the goal of finding a goddess wife and making people happily!

Hong Tiancheng is just such a supreme dream with no hope, and all the motivation for life is to circle around beauties......

Just when Hong Tiancheng was immersed in the dream of a beautiful translator, the white boy in front of him, who looked like he was only about ten years old, suddenly took out a delicate crossbow from an inexplicable place and fired it at Hong Tiancheng, who took the initiative to run over!

God is pitiful, as a qualified salted fish, Hong Tiancheng has no sense of fighting, let alone a premonition of danger to dodge, so he was hit by the short crossbow bolt so straight......

Even if the skin was only pierced in Hong Tiancheng's stomach because of the distance and the lack of power of the small crossbow, it was enough for a college student who had never even killed a chicken, not only physically, but also mentally!

Hong Tiancheng looked at the white boy in front of him who was only about ten years old and the same age as the flower of the motherland, and his brain fell into a short-term state of downtime.

"Damn the Tatars!" The ten-year-old boy looked at Hong Tiancheng who was sitting on the ground with his stomach covered, and his face was cold and serious, and he wound his 'children's version' crossbow seriously, and spit out a language that Hong Tiancheng could not understand in Chinese at all.

"Why?!"

Hong Tiancheng, whose mind was full of anger and incomprehension, endured the pain in his stomach and asked with a somewhat hideous face.

In his original world, although there is intrigue between people and stabbing in the back, at least on the surface, everyone maintains a situation of harmonious coexistence, let alone murder.

A child kills without saying a word, just because he looks like a Tatar!

What kind of fucking logic is this?

"No why, mom said that the Tatars deserve to die!" The boy seemed to feel that he had taken the lead and had an absolute advantage, and looked at Hong Tiancheng's standard Han face with a relaxed and disdainful expression.

In fact, the appearance characteristics of Tatars and Han people belonging to the Mongolian mixed-race descendants are still different, but in the eyes of white Europeans, the Oriental Asian race is almost the same, and there is no difference, just like Chinese look at Westerners, there is a sense of blindness.

It's hard for even adults to tell the difference in the faces of Asian-Americans, let alone a child.

Of course, even if this white boy who was educated to distort his mentality knew that Hong Tiancheng was not a Tatar but an Asian Han, he would not hesitate to start, anyway, in his eyes, Han and Tatar are the same, just as the Chinese in later generations generally believed that Britain and the United States wore a pair of pants.

"Your mother is sick! Damn, whoever talks to me about any international friend, I'm going to stab him to death! "Hong Tiancheng, the salted fish king who is not a good person, quickly began to blacken his whole mentality when he faced death.

As the saying goes, if you want to educate a person to be a good person, it takes more than ten years of careful education, but if you want to educate a person to be a bad person or even a pervert, you may only need one or two exciting 'experiences'.

The boy sneered disdainfully when he heard the other party cursing his mother, apparently it was not the first time he had killed someone, nor was it the first time he had heard an insulting curse.

The crossbow was quickly put on by the boy, and just as Hong Tiancheng was struggling to get up and fight, a magnificent and dull voice suddenly flashed in his mind.

[Do you want to be the arbiter who decides the life and death of others? Do you want to break free from the shackles of being manipulated by others? Do you want to have the supreme dictatorship to do whatever it wants? 】

Hong Tiancheng, who was about to be shot to death, replied with two words very succinctly - fart!

However, this voice instantly understood Hong Tiancheng's choice, as if this voice was directly based on Hong Tiancheng's thoughts and thoughts to determine the response.

[Congratulations on the completion of the blackening of your heart, the Han all-out war system has been successfully bound, if you want to get the assistance of the all-out war system, first you have to survive, the newbie gift pack of exquisite flintlock handcuffs and its matching ten rounds of ammunition have been sent, after you remove the current life-and-death crisis, the all-out war system will be officially opened to you. 】

When Hong Tiancheng gritted his teeth and pulled out the bloodstained crossbow arrow, and staggered to desperately, an ancient flintlock pistol suddenly flashed in the palm of Hong Tiancheng's hand that Hong Tiancheng once called the 'Right Hand of God', and at the same time, a leather waist bag appeared on the side waist of his pajamas, and a leather belt was just tied around his waist.

Hong Tiancheng glanced at the flintlock pistol in his hand, its simple structure made Hong Tiancheng instantly understand the principle of operation, pulled the wrench and raised the gun to point at the white boy who was raising the crossbow to approach him, trying to deliver a 'fatal blow'.

The white boy also knew in his heart that the small crossbow he was using was not powerful enough, and he had to shoot close to the point to kill someone.

As for the moral issue of murder, there is not even a trace of turmoil in the hearts of white boys, which is unimaginable for urban people living in a harmonious society in the 21st century, and Hong Tiancheng never thought that he would be planted in the hands of a ten-year-old boy at first.

Of course, the current Hong Tiancheng has deeply realized the truth of the law of the jungle!

There are some things that are more impressive and thought-provoking than watching others go through them 10,000 times!

The white boy seemed to know the flintlock handcuff in Hong Tiancheng's hand, and when he saw him raise his gun to aim at him, he shot the crossbow in his hand without waiting for a distance.

Poof, this time Hong Tiancheng, who was prepared, was not stupidly shot again, but raised his arm to block the crossbow arrow that shot at his cheek.

Hong Tiancheng, who was already a little accustomed to pain, put down his disobedient left arm that was shot, and pulled the trigger with a hideous face aimed at the white boy who was close at hand!

Bang~~~

A touch of bright red liquid squirted out, reflecting Hong Tiancheng's pupils filled with all kinds of negative emotions.