It hurts, and I have a headache like my head has cracked.

Wang Xika felt strange, he had never had a headache, why did his head hurt so much now? Could it be that his head was injured by a nuclear bomb? He wanted to raise his hand to feel if there was blood on his head, but he couldn't.

He wanted to open his eyes, but he felt as if his eyelids were heavy, very sleepy, and with a headache, Wang Xika decided to forget it, or sleep again.

I don't know how long it took, but a familiar voice came from my ears, and it seemed that I had heard it somewhere: "Da Lang, get up and drink the medicine." ”

What kind of medicine to drink? Is it Su Rui? Wang Xijia sat up suddenly, and his head didn't seem to hurt anymore. When he opened his eyes, he saw a strange woman with a beautiful face in ancient clothes holding a bowl of medicinal soup to his mouth.

Wang Xika's heart was shocked! Could it be that she had crossed over by herself? This woman called herself Da Lang and let herself drink medicine, could it be that she had crossed over to Wu Da Lang, and this woman was Pan Jinlian? Wang Xika had read a variety of time travel novels and knew very well that there was such a thing as crossing in the world, and it was also divided into body wear, fetal wear, and soul wear, and it seemed that she was wearing the soul to Wu Dalang. But Wang Xijia is a very confident person, even if he crosses over to Wu Dalang, he has the confidence to change his life against the sky.

Thinking of this, Wang Xijia quietly raised his hand to take the medicine, made a gesture of wanting to drink, and then shook his hand slightly, pretending to be careless and threw the bowl on the ground and fell to a pulp.

"Oh, don't drink and don't spoil things, it's the best banlangen. The woman said angrily.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, my hand is a little unsteady. I have a terrible headache, I can't remember anything clearly, may I ask the girl, your surname, is your surname Pan, is my surname Wu, is there a cooking cake to sell at home, is your medicine bought from a senior official of Ximen?" Wang Xijia said tentatively.

The woman stretched out her hand and flicked Wang Xika's brain hard: "I see that you have a fever and are confused, and you don't even know what your surname is." Your surname is not Wang, what is your surname? My surname is Meng, not Pan, and I don't know any Ximen officials, but I picked this blue root by myself. ”

"Surnamed Meng, am I not crossing, am I dead? Isn't this girl surnamed Meng Po, and she wants to give me Meng Po soup to forget the memory of her previous life?"

Wang Xijia's heart moved, and said: "Hello Ms. Meng, may I ask if this is the Nai He Bridge?

"Poh!" The woman flicked Wang Xika again: "Do you really don't remember or fake don't remember, but I can't help the bridge, when I am Meng Po soup?"

It turned out that he was not dead, Wang Xijia suddenly put his mind at ease and said: "I really don't remember, are you my wife?" ”

Miss Meng said: "Phew, you think beautifully, I am your maid, I will bring you medicine, if you don't drink it, forget it." After a while, the eight-armed Divine Fist Peng came to kick the gym, if you want to be better, you will go to fight, if you feel that it is not good, I will refuse it for you, and let the family come back in a few days. ”

What kind of era is this? Am I a master or a curator or something? If I am a master, then why do I dare to play my brain as a maid? It seems that I have really crossed over, if my soul has crossed into a certain person, then where has that person's soul gone? Isn't this equivalent to a "ghost upper body"? Wang Xijia crossed for the first time, and his mind was full of questions, and he didn't care about what he didn't want to kick the hall or not, so he said: " I'm still a little uncomfortable, and you tell the guy who is going to kick the gym that it's better to come back another day. ”

As soon as the words fell, a hearty laugh suddenly came from outside the door: "Hahaha! Since Director Wang doesn't dare to compete, then come back another day!"

"What kind of person? Sneaky eavesdropping at the door? ”

With a squeak, a man with a height of about one meter seven jumped out of the door, clasped his hands into fists and sang a promise, and said: "Peng Lianhu, who is in the lower eight-armed divine fist, heard that Director Wang has superb martial arts, and he has come to learn it!"

Wang Xijia thought to himself what kind of mess this was, it was like filming, and he wanted to refuse. But when I saw that the other party was not tall or too strong, and he looked like he was only sixty or seventy kilograms, he felt that he should be able to win. He said, "Okay, you wait for me to brush my teeth and wash my face and come out and fight you." ”

Peng Lianhu said: "I've heard of brushing walls and walls, but I've never heard of brushing teeth, does Curator Wang have a pair of tusks, and he still uses brushes?"

Wang Xijia didn't bother to bother with these ancient people who had never heard of brushing their teeth, so he turned over and jumped out of bed, only to find two things, one: he was not wearing pants. 2: My height doesn't seem to be as tall as Peng Lianhu, about 1.65 meters, I can't see a muscle on my body, it's basically skin and bones, and I don't know if there are 50 kilograms. This first thing is okay, just pull a pair of pants next to the bed and put them on, the key is that this second thing makes Wang Xika very depressed, he is obviously 1.83 meters tall and weighs 85 kilograms, how can he come back and shrink in height?

But now that the words have been spoken, Wang Xika doesn't want to take it back. He washed his face casually, made a gesture, and said to Peng Lianhu: "Come on!"

Peng Lianhu said that he was afraid that he would break things in the house, so he asked Wang Xika to come to the courtyard. Wang Xijia followed out to the courtyard gate, only to find that the original place was already full of spectators on the third floor and the outer three floors, looking lively.

Peng Lianhu clasped his hands into fists again and shouted, "Offended!" and waved his arms back and forth and rushed towards Wang Xijia. Wang Xijia finally understood why Peng Lianhu's kung fu was called "Eight-Armed Divine Fist", only to see that his hands were waving like Hot Wheels, if you don't look carefully, don't you think this is eight hands?

Although Wang Xijia has just crossed over and his body has not yet adjusted, he has also practiced after all, and he feels that this kind of goods can still be done. He clenched his hands into fists to protect his head and raised his knees to defend, comparing a MMA mixed martial arts stance. His idea is to attack with his side leg first, open up the distance by the way, find an opportunity to stab with a straight punch with his back hand, and knock out Peng Lianhu directly if there is an empty goal.

It's a good idea, but Wang Xijia's brain memory is still stuck in controlling the body of one meter eight, and suddenly came to this body of more than one meter six, and the distance is not very good. A few side kicks were short, and they didn't hit anyone, and just as they wanted to switch to a front kick, they were hit by Peng Lianhu's big swing punch on the chin and fainted.

This time, Wang Xika was awakened by a sharp pain in the acupoint, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that a white-bearded old man was grinning with a big mouth with a few teeth missing: "Director Wang is awake, and the old man is retiring." After saying this, Wang Xijia found that he had silver needles on his two tiger mouths.

From afar, I heard the maid surnamed Meng seeing off the guests: "Mr. Sun, go slowly, my son-in-law is thanks to you." ”

Wang Xika closed his eyes in pain, thinking to himself why he didn't cross back again after fainting this time, could it be that Peng Lianhu didn't fight hard enough?

Is it the strong energy field generated by the collision of the nuclear explosion and the iron cloth shirt that reverses time and space, or does it mean that he has successfully crossed the catastrophe and become the god of the iron cloth shirt? The latter conjecture was quickly denied by Wang Xijia - if he has become the god of the iron cloth shirt, how can he be defeated by the kung fu of a three-legged cat like Peng Lianhu. Maybe he has been killed by a nuclear bomb and is now reincarnated. But why does reincarnation have memories of past lives? Is it really because I didn't drink Meng Po soup?

Hey, Wang Xika, who was thinking about his past and present lives, was hit by another brain melon on his head. Don't think about it, it must be a good thing done by the maid surnamed Meng again.

"Fuck, what the hell are you trying to do?" Wang Xika roared.

"Yo, you still have such a big temper after losing the competition, do you want to win and pay it back? The medicine just now was wasted by you, I fried you another bowl, added some medicine to invigorate blood and dissolve stasis and refresh your mind, and drink it while it is hot. Meng Yafu said as she brought a bowl of steaming medicine to Wang Xika's mouth.

"I don't drink it! don't use poison to harm Lao Tzu!" Wang Xijia raised his hand and knocked the medicine aside.

Meng Yawei saw that the medicine she had worked hard twice was knocked over, and she also became angry: "If you don't drink, you won't drink, what kind of tantrum do you have? Have the ability to lose your temper with Peng Lianhu! I know that I am bad all day long, so I don't want to beat you, you have to fight, and now you lose the fight, who do I think will come to you to learn martial arts?" After speaking, he ran out of the door while wiping his tears.

Wang Xijia felt that according to the general routine, if a girl ran away because of herself, she should chase her out. But as soon as I came to this world, I fed myself medicine for no reason, and I broke my brain for no reason.