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Chapter 0001 Born Nine Cylinders of Waste

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A lazy voice sounded in the night.

And there is no light. Xuanyuan Que's eyes widened unexpectedly, black rumbling, unable to see anything, stretched, clenched his fists and waved a few times.

"Why did you hit Lao Tzu?" a half-asleep voice came angrily.

Xuanyuan was a little dizzy: Obviously sleeping alone in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, where did the man come from?

"Nine cylinders of waste, get up, burn the fire and cook!" Outside, a fierce voice roared.

It was a very unfamiliar voice, a very unfamiliar name, but Xuanyuan knew that the person was calling himself. In the house, some people got up in a panic and listened to the movement, afraid that there were more than ten people.

"Wipe the ......" someone in the room turned on the light.

Xuanyuan Que quickly glanced at it, where is this five-star hotel, this is a small dilapidated house, you can see the sky and step on the earth, more than 20 people sleep on a super large bunk, and the light is a kind of oil lamp that has never been seen before......

"Your uncle's, crossed over again. Xuanyuan scolded secretly. This is his hundredth crossing, and as a professional crossing, he is not too surprised. What is very unpleasant is that this time the crossing looks a little miserable, and it is crowded with more than 20 people in a large shop.

Xuanyuan Que didn't know that at this time, there was a system in his body snickering: "I'm the strongest in crossing the system! Hmph, the host I found this time is very strong, and I actually crossed it for the hundredth time! It's not cool, it's not happy! First seal the ability, then seal the memory, and the perception of cultivating immortals is also sealed, and finally, seal the magic weapon too! Well, won't it be a little miserable? Then release the system task, take contribution points, draw lotteries, randomly lift part of the seal, and reward him with something...... The waste collection system, this can be had, it's very pitiful...... There's something to play...... Woo-la!"

A large black whirring thing came as a hood, and then, a group of people rushed up, held down Xuanyuan Que, punched and kicked......

It hurts.

Fortunately, everyone did not die, and after a while, they withdrew their hands and ran out of the house "Hulala". Someone also shouted: "It's really refreshing to get up in the morning and beat a nine-cylinder waste......

Xuanyuan didn't have time to make a move, his brain swelled, and a messy memory came: Secret Forest...... Tongjiabao ...... Burner...... There are nine lumps of hemp seeds on the face...... Born Waste...... Can't practice any kung fu...... His real name is Xuanyuan...... It is known as the nine-cylinder waste......

Tong Jiabao's kung fu is called cylinder word gong, and it is very ridiculous to use the pockmarks on the face as the strength division standard, the fewer pockmarks, the higher the skill. Anyone who is born with nine pieces of hemp seeds can't practice, and is called a nine-tube waste, and one tube is considered a super master. Unfortunately, Xuanyuan has nine big pockmarks on his face!

"This identity, what a special work!" Xuanyuan groped for a while on his body depressedly, but did not find the golden finger, and couldn't help complaining: "Do you dare to be more miserable?"

A few handfuls of tore off the quilt covering his body and threw it under the bed, Xuanyuan Que saw a cowering dwarf winter melon standing in front of the bed, looking at himself, his eyes were full of pity and helplessness, and he crooked his mouth and said with difficulty: "You...... You...... Still...... Still...... Okay?"

Xuanyuan was speechless for a while, in his memory, this person was another nine-cylinder waste Tong Hao in Tongjiabao, short and fat, born with a crooked mouth and a big stammer, his identity was a dung digger, and he was his only friend. There are more than 20 people living in the dilapidated house, all of whom are from the fort, and the daily entertainment of this group of people is to clean up two nine-cylinder wastes from time to time!

Over the years, the two have never thought of resisting and fighting back.

"It has to be strong. Xuanyuan got out of bed, patted Tong Hao, and yelled viciously: "You must be strong, starting today!"

A flash of light flashed in Tong Hao's eyes. Xuanyuan could see clearly, it was not the light of hope, but more of fear! He was about to incite him to rebel, but he heard an angry roar: "Nine cylinders of waste still want to rise, borrow you 800 bear bile ......"

There was a chaotic sound of the split horn.

Xuanyuan was full of pain, subconsciously squatted down with his head in his hands, and peeked at it, it was the guy in the kitchen, holding a big spatula and playing happily!

Although Tong Hao was clumsy, his hands and feet were more neat than his mouth after all, so he rushed forward, pulled up Xuanyuan Que, and ran out vigorously, shouting as he ran: "Hit ...... Beat...... Beat...... Not allowed!"

Outside the house, there is a large square, and there are many people in the square, and the eight and seven cylinders practice here. Some people deliberately beckoned the guy in their hands to Xuanyuan Que.

Tong Hao had long been surprised by this scene, pulling Xuanyuan Que to run forward quickly, and his short and fat body helped Xuanyuan Que resist a few times, and he was beaten to the point that he frowned in pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say anything.

Xuanyuan is hot in his heart, even if he is a traverser, he is destined to be superior, and a brother like Tong Hao is still a scarce commodity.

All the way to the kitchen, before I could catch my breath, several dog-legged people rushed in and shouted: "Stand up, stand up, the housekeeper will speak!"

After everyone stood up, a middle-aged man as thin as a monkey walked in, looked at it majestically, cleared his throat, and said very seriously: "In the past two days, Tongjiabao has conducted the annual gold affinity test of the mystery, and the castle owner has invited a lot of distinguished guests, everyone works hard, and the reward is naturally indispensable for doing a good job, if anyone makes a mistake and loses the face of Tongjiabao, the housekeeper has one and counts one, all of them are expelled from the fort and left to fend for themselves!"

Everyone couldn't help but gasp. Outside Tongjia Fort is a secret forest, there are so many fierce beasts that ordinary masters do not dare to venture into the forest without permission, not to mention these subordinates with zero force value?

10,000 years ago, when the ancestors of Tongjiabao became immortals and ascended, they left a book to pass on that after 10,000 years, the Tong family will have a great disaster, and there will be a god descending here to save the Tong family, and from then on to glory. So, no matter how dangerous it was in the forest and how difficult life was, he didn't leave.

The housekeeper threw the cruel words here and left, and everyone did not dare to be as big as usual, so they found their positions and worked hard, for fear that something would go wrong.

Tong Hao went out quietly, picked up a pair of large buckets at the thatched house, and collected poop and poop from house to house.

Xuanyuan squatted in front of the stove and kept throwing firewood into the stove, burning the fire very brightly! His mind kept thinking, where is the damn golden finger? He didn't want a day like this.

Down! A few meals a day by many people who don't want a reason! Sleep on a hardboard straw bunk...... I really don't want it.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a pain in his head, but he found that the master in charge was dancing with a big spatula and roaring: "Nine cylinders of waste, reduce the fire for Lao Tzu, the vegetables are going to be paste!" Then another spatula flew over.

Xuanyuan subconsciously dodged, seeing that there were eight pockmarks on the other party's face, and he was angry in his heart: "I lost, Lao Tzu also practiced back then, crisscrossing the Six Realms, so he didn't get away with it, he killed 180,000 in a minute, he was completely pediatric, and now he was actually bullied by his subordinates!"

The master of the spoon called again with a spatula, Xuanyuan Que held a piece of firewood that had just been withdrawn from the stove in his hand, and slammed it into the arm stretched out by the master of the spoon, and with a "pounce", he poked it squarely.

Chai He lit the sleeves of his coat, and the master in charge of the spoon screamed as if he had seen a ghost, while slapping desperately: "Kill, kill, kill, kill people......

There was a mess in the kitchen.

Several overseers quickly pounced and knocked Xuanyuan to the ground with three punches and two kicks......

The steward's order soon came: beat fifty sticks and throw them out of the fort.