Where is this? Who am I? On a wooden bed, a teenager sat up with a "tom", touched his head and looked left and right, thinking hard about the question. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info looked around, there were completely unfamiliar rooms, and "It seems like it's still very backward?" This is the feeling of the teenager. The walls are painted with white plaster, but they look like ordinary lime instead of latex paint, the ceiling is made of wood, and the floor is made of logs, and it's pretty rough. There were no household appliances in the room, neither lights nor sockets, and even the teenager habitually touched the mobile phone next to the bed.

The creature looked at the only wooden table and two wooden chairs in the room, and the same bed made of logs, the hard mattress and rough linen bedding made him feel as if he had reached the point of being a poor middle peasant, though he had no idea. There was an oil lamp at the head of the bed, "This thing is an oil lamp, right?" It's probably an oil lamp! "This kind of stuff that can only be seen on TV makes this guy think if he has accidentally made something big.

Then he found himself wearing linen underwear, the same kind of open collar, and the same clothes on the bedside, shirt and jacket and a pair of pants, and his hands seemed to be a little different. Then the guy found blue hair on the pillow, and the boy pulled a handful of hair down on his head, "My day!" Is this really the hair color that humans should have? Isn't it really dyed blue hair? The goods quickly pulled open the quilt, opened the underwear again, and immediately smiled bitterly, "Ahahaha, the hair has also turned blue......"

It wasn't cold yet, the fireplace in the room was certainly not lit, and the head of a wild boar hung above the stone-built fireplace, and the boy touched his face, looked at the open wooden window, and sighed, "I really don't know where I went?" Will this be a reality show? Of course, the next moment he realized that something was wrong—as he was dressing, he found two swords behind his clothes, from the belt wrapped around the hilt to the slightly worn handle, which was often used—as evidenced by the drawing of the sword. The shining cold light of the sword body, the sharp blade and the weight of the hand all prove that this is a hand-and-a-half sword in actual combat. When the other sword was pulled out, it was found to be a single-edged knife of about the same length.

This guy found that he didn't feel the slightest strangeness in holding two actual combat weapons, and he also played two tricks with a flick of his wrist, as if he had used these two weapons for many years and had already been tempered thousands of times.

The young man who got dressed - he touched the stubble of his beard, and looking at his joints and height, it is estimated that he cannot be described as a teenager, anyway, he is not a teenager in the first place, but the idea of always being 16 years old is just a haunt. Men always like weapons, holding a murder weapon in their hands, they will naturally have the interest of dancing, so anyway, the space in the room is quite large, and there is no furniture, so this guy began to dance with both hands, and the skillful combat skills are all the same, slashing, stabbing, slashing, smooth sword dance combined with agile pace, but it was not thrown on the furniture at once. "Bah, this body's muscle memory is good, it doesn't seem to be a reality show, eighty percent of it is the so-called crossing? It's really old-fashioned. "If you come here, you will be safe, and now that the unscientific thing that has crossed over and become a skilled blue hair has happened, what else is there to be surprised and cry about? A man doesn't need a mother-in-law.

Now that you've calmed down, it's the first task to study where you've been - it doesn't matter why you're going through this kind of question, isn't it, it's a fait accompli. But this is also simple, a look at the style of this room will know that this is definitely the style of a certain place in Europe, but this guy is not familiar with European folk architecture, so I really can't say what kind of house this is. But judging by his clothes and the furniture and bedding on his bed and the well-maintained weapons in his hands, the original owner of this body should have had a decent standard of living, especially after he licked his teeth with his tongue and found that there was not a single tooth decay or worn tooth. After all, before coming to this place, he was also known for being a master of everything.

"Weapons but no armor? Not even a piece of leather armor? If you are not extremely confident in your martial arts, you just don't have enough money and can't afford to buy armor. Well, just by looking at the weapon, this place is definitely not a peaceful country. There was a knock at the door, "Bill, Bill. Mr. Clinton, are you awake? I've got breakfast for you. ”

At that time, the man was shocked, "What a cow name!" Where's Hillary, the old? On my pants .... Wait, that's Lewinsky's pants! Bill habitually touched his crotch and found that there were no hard lumps, and began to spit out his name while breathing a sigh of relief. Forget it, Bill will be Bill, and Clinton will let him get Clinton. Anyway, at the moment, this body and this bloodline are definitely not what my descendants of Yan and Huang look like, and the past name is not used if you don't use it, and the original name is pretty good, isn't it. By the way, what the hell is this language? How do I understand? Crossing benefits? And this is neither English nor Chinese or even Japanese, cut, whatever, it's not bad to have one more foreign language. ”

Bill put his sword away, said yes, and walked over to open the door. At the door stood a little girl, carrying a large tray with a large piece of black bread and a piece of bacon and a large glass of milk. The little girl's name spontaneously popped into Bill's mind, "Erin, thank you. Okay, give me the basin, I'm dying of hunger. Then he took out a copper coin and put it in the palm of the little girl's hand, "Tip, a little surprise, isn't it." "Yes, Bill remembers, this is the hotel, and breakfast is included in the daily rate. But lunch and dinner have to be taken care of by yourself.

The little girl happily ran downstairs as Bill began to settle breakfast. The brown bread was clearly coarse and had a fairly fresh sourness, it was freshly baked, and it didn't need to be dealt with with a sword. The smoked meat is not bad, the aroma of pine is obvious, and the fat is also rich, "It's a little bit like Europe, right?" At least in the era when the sword was still used, Europe should not have such an abundance of spices. It was Bill's exclamation after eating the obvious aroma of pepper. In the process of eating breakfast, he also recalled more things—as if the memories in this body began to merge when he accepted his fate. This is located in the kingdom of Tehir - "Wait, what's going on with this kingdom of Tehir?" What about the Siyudon Empire in memory? Is this really Europe? Europe in the Middle Ages? Wrong! Definitely not! "Bill just found out that he hadn't seen a single cross in his room since he woke up." The town of Pinewoods in Pur, Kingdom of Tehir? And I, Bill. Clinton is a twenty-one-year-old hired adventurer, swordsman? Wow, it's an old-fashioned joke. In his memory, Bill found that there was still so-called magic in this world, and suddenly felt that he was probably not the protagonist of the crossing, otherwise he should have worn it on the master......