Chapter 0002 turns into ten tubes of super waste

Author: Lao Niu Niu Niu

"Smack", under the personal supervision of the butler, the two thugs in the fort raised their arm-thick wooden sticks and slapped Xuanyuan Que's ass fiercely. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hmm!" Xuanyuan Que felt that the skin on his buttocks suddenly opened, and he almost fainted in pain, with a stinky rag stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't scream, sweat, tears, and snot came down together.

"Papapapa......" The two thugs waved their sticks and struck hard.

Xuanyuan really heard the sound of his whole body fractured, couldn't stand it, and soon fainted in pain.

The housekeeper looked at the trembling crowd coldly, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was very satisfied with the effect of killing chickens and setting an example to monkeys.

He didn't stop, and the thugs didn't dare to stop, enough to beat fifty sticks, so that Xuanyuan lacked a human form, and blood, feces and urine flowed together.

The butler waved his hand in disgust, covered his nose and said, "Drag out of the fort and throw it into the forest! ”

Tong Hao's tears were dripping down big and big, but he covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound, remembering what his friend said before, "I must be strong", but I couldn't stand it anyway. Watching Xuanyuan Que being dragged out by a team of fortress warriors, his heart was desolate!

The reality is so cruel, Tongjiabao is ancient and martial, and the ancestral kung fu is called cylinder word gong. The higher the kung fu, the higher the status, Xuanyuan Que and Tong Hao are both nine-cylinder wastes, they are abandoned by God, and they can't practice.

Nine cylinders can not be refined, eight cylinders square entry, down in turn, to a tube, the cylinder word is a masterpiece.

In this world, the cylinder word skill is just a scum, to the realm of a tube, only those with good talent may enter the realm of the "strip" word, the strip character skill is also divided into nine layers, but it is slowly practiced from one layer to nine layers, and become a master of nine strips. However, the path of cultivation is far from the end, after the realm of "strip", there is also the realm of "ten thousand", as for whether there is a higher level after the realm of ten thousand characters, but few people know.

Everyone is working towards a higher realm, and no one will change the rules of survival for waste.

Of course, Tong Jiabao relied on a weak force value. To have a place in this world, it is by no means by relying on the skill of cylinder words, but on refining weapons! The masters of the past generations have doubled, because they have the gold of mystery.

With a "bang", Xuanyuan Que was thrown on a big stone at the back door of Tongjiabao, and the warrior of the fort didn't look at it, so he turned around and left.

Xuanyuan was covered in blood, and he flowed out vigorously, and was sucked clean by the stones under him. The whole body could not move, the consciousness was completely lost, and it was about to die quietly.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk ......" Suddenly, a strange sound came from under Xuanyuan Que's body, as if something had cracked.

After a while, the sound grew denser. A small thing drills out of the crack. It was the size of an egg, covered in soft fur and covered in liquid of unknown origin.

The little things are ugly. A red body, with a few green feathers, mostly red, covered with blue-gray sarcomas, was exuding a thick liquid, and the liquid also emitted a strong fishy stench, and its long beak was extremely hard;

It looks like a chicken, but it makes a croaking sound.

After a while, the little thing opened its eyes, what kind of eyes are these, one gray and one yellow, the left eye is inverted, the right eye is protruding, take a closer look, there is actually a compound eye.

The little thing looked at Xuanyuan Que, who was already lifeless, tilted it step by step, walked to the head, tilted his head and squinted at it for a few seconds, and then the long beak suddenly stabbed into Xuanyuan's head Baihui acupoint, Rao is Xuanyuan Que was unconscious, but his body couldn't help but twitch a few times.

A voice sounded in Xuanyuan Que's mind: "There is an unknown creature who asks to sign a life and death contract, do you agree?"

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One!

If the host does not speak, it will be regarded as acquiescence, and the life and death contract will take effect immediately!

If the contractor unilaterally sends a request for life sharing, does the host agree?

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One!

If the host does not speak, it is regarded as a default, and the life sharing takes effect immediately!

At this moment, Xuanyuan Que seemed to move.

The pain came violently, the feeling of powerlessness came fiercely, the feeling of anemia, hunger, hypoxia, sadness and so on all reappeared. He knew he couldn't die!

The vitality is slowly returning!

Lived. Being alive turned out to be this messy feeling. originally thought that if he crossed over, he would not face death, and what was even worse was that most of the first ninety-nine experiences of crossing disappeared!

Life is precious and must be respected, and life must be self-reliant.

He looked strangely at what looked like a tablet in his head: "Please name the contract unknown creature." ”

There are 10,000 question marks spinning in his mind, and Xuanyuan is confused, what unknown creature, why is it named? A very realistic question is, there are no buttons on the tablet, where to click?

So, he asked weakly, "Dot...... Dot......"

A voice that was so simple that it was a mess came: "Diandian! The name is successful, and it will take effect immediately!"

Lao Tzu just wants to ask something! Isn't it allowed for someone who has just died to stutter for two seconds?

The question is, where is the dot?

The dot is on the top of Xuanyuan's head. He retracted his beak and jumped down with a thud, two meters away from Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan Que was taken aback by the ugliness. Rolled his eyes and felt the sadness of the balls.

Dots jumped into his palm at once, and his long beak pecked lightly......

It's very gentle. Xuanyuan Que really accepted his fate: signing a death contract with such an ugly little thing is a bit impossible to take no matter what.

Dotted but ignored him, followed the palm of his hand, slowly climbed up, until he climbed to his face, chirped, and turned into a puddle of black and white, not white, not blue, not red and not red, and spread out from his face......

Xuanyuan Que was startled, and reached out to pull it, but found that the dots were like 520 glue, so sticky that they were so reliable that they couldn't pick them off, not even a star.

There is an emotion called despair that most people don't experience...... Well, that's his mood right now.

Born with nine cylinders of waste, and now with a ball of paste on his face, it has become ten cylinders! There is no worst, only worse......

For the sake of life sharing, don't complain!

Xuanyuan unconsciously grabbed a handful of thatch, dead branches, and leaves!

Inside, the tablet reappeared: "Thatch, dead branches, leaves collected. Trigger the waste collection system!"

"Shrimp?" Xuanyuan was excited! What's more, Goldfinger has finally appeared, see if my brother doesn't play you to death!

"The first time the host collects waste, reward a Zhiling Stone! Give a chance to draw a lottery!"

Okay! Although Xuanyuan Que complained about the lottery setting, he was attracted by the Zhiling Stone! Judging from the experience of ninety-nine crossings, the probability of a good Dongben appearing in the first lottery is relatively large! I am looking forward to it!

"Excuse me, what is the Zhiling Stone?"