When Zheng Lang woke up again, he found himself lying on a country road, using the quilt as a bed, quite romantic.

Surrounded by a person-tall weed, as soon as she turned her head, Wu Meiniang was lying side by side, and before she woke up, Jiuqian was nervously patrolling around. And the culprit of all this, Master Jiba, is missing.

Seeing Zheng Lang wake up, Jiuqian came over and said with a serious expression: "It's a big trouble this time, if I'm not mistaken, this is the Divine Domain, which is the Divine Domain of the owner of the bow." ”

Jiuqian once mentioned the Divine Domain, which is simply the place where the gods are born and live, and the internal world will have its own unique rules of world operation, which is different from the external material world.

The rules of the God's Realm are set by the gods, and in general, they tend to favor the gods who live here, for example, the gods who play with fire can set the boiling point of the world to zero, and it only takes one joule to heat one degree. The god with strong speed will halve the movement speed of all objects in this world.

"So, how are we going to get out?" Zheng Lang said.

Nine thousand spread their paws: "That's why I said that it's a big trouble, we were pulled in unprepared, the Divine Domain exists independently of the material world, and it is very difficult to forcibly open a Divine Domain, and I can't even connect with my ontology." I think we'd better hurry to find that lama, he must know a lot of things, and I have a bad feeling that he must have something to do with the gods here. ”

Zheng Lang nodded, this matter was obviously caused by the master of the disease overlord, he can activate the artifact whose energy is about to run out, and he must be inextricably linked to that god: "Can you detect the rules of the current world?" What's the difference from the outside? "This is a very serious problem, don't hang up because you walk with your left foot first, this death is also quite explosive in the multiverse.

"This can't be done, we'd better walk around and see if there are any locals, the Divine Domain is inhabited."

"Well," Zheng Lang pointed ahead: "We are lucky, just when we needed it, someone came over there." ”

At the end of the country road, a young man with a sword on his shoulders was walking this way from a distance. Then this should be a martial arts world.

The young man's steps were brisk, and it didn't take long for him to walk in front of Zheng Lang, looking at his face at most fifteen or sixteen years old, it was a good time to save the world, but what was the matter with that conspicuous and abnormal green hair, and it was one of the rules of this divine domain that there must be a little green on his head?

Zheng Lang went up and said, "Young man, where are you going?" ”

The young man stopped and replied: "Ah, uncle, of course you are going to the Fighting God City by taking this road, you are also going to participate in the Fighting God Conference, if this is the case, we have to speed up the pace, this year's registration time is almost closed." ”

Zheng Lang and Jiuqian glanced at each other, Doushen City! Fighting God Conference! These two keywords seem to point to the key to solving the problem. A god who doesn't live in the city of fighting gods, where else can he be. It turns out that this god is called the God of Fighting.

Zheng Lang temporarily ignored the unhappiness of being called an uncle by the young man, and responded: "Yes, yes, we are going to participate in the Fighting God Conference, then we are just on the same road, why don't we go together." ”

The boy carried out the usual hot-blooded brainlessness of all the characters with colorful hair, and said: "Okay, there are many people and it is lively, is the girl lying on the ground with you?" By the way, my name is to take the pants. ”

"Oh, my name is Zheng Lang, this is Jiuqian, and the one lying down and sleeping is my companion, called Wu Meiniang." Zheng Lang introduced the person on his side with black lines on his face, called Pants Take, and green hair on his head. This boy is simply full of grooves.

Wu Meiniang hasn't woken up yet, it may be a problem with her physical fitness. Zheng Lang has undergone the whole body conditioning of the life-saving cabin, and has strengthened the bloodline of the cosmic knight at the main god, purely talking about physical fitness, which is no longer comparable to ordinary humans. If you quantify it, Zheng Lang is a third-order, while Wu Meiniang is only a first-order.

Zheng Lang turned around and picked up Wu Meiniang on his back, and sent his pants to lead the way in front. Nine thousand jumped on his left shoulder again, saving himself from walking.

Xu is movement was too big, and Wu Meiniang woke up leisurely after a while, but her body was weak for a while, and she said with a red face: "The annoying son will carry the concubine for a while." ”

"It's fine!" Zheng Lang held his little buttocks and let the little steamed bun push back and forth a few times, and instantly felt full of strength.

looked at Zheng Lang and the two with his pants, and said, "You have a good relationship, I also have a childhood sweetheart in my hometown." I sneaked out this time, and if she knew that I was going to the Fighting God Conference, it would be a big trouble, haha. What about the uncle? You're here to become a fighting god, right? ”

"yes, of course." Zheng Lang didn't understand the situation, so he had to perfunctory the past. But in his heart, he thought, what's going on, isn't the God of Fighting God the god of this god domain? How does it sound like you can be called a fighting god if you win that conference?

Take your pants and look fascinated: "It is said that if you become a fighting god, you can live in the fighting god area in the fighting god city, and you will have a wealth that you can enjoy for a lifetime." And the god of fighting can ignore the law in the city of the god of fighting, and he can do whatever he wants. ”

What is this setting? For the Bad Guy License Tournament?

There was no one on the top of his pants, and he talked endlessly: "But I want to become a fighting god in order to find my father." My father left his hometown five years ago to attend the Fighting God Conference, and he never came back. Only one letter was sent back saying that he had won the prize. Alas, I don't know why he didn't come back to see me, though I was really useless. ”

This is a typical drama of a teenager going out to find his father! Zheng Lang silently labeled the pants again, according to this development, it is time to meet the old man not far ahead.

Wu Meiniang was young and kind-hearted, and when she saw her lonely pants, she comforted: "Don't be sad, your father may have some reason." Well, let's do it, what's really unpleasant, say it to the concubine, there are some words, it will be much better to say it. The concubine has seen a lot of chicken soup for the soul recently, and maybe she can enlighten you. ”

Zheng Lang doesn't believe in the chicken soup for the soul, the chicken soup for the soul is left for you by the guy who eats the chicken leg for the soul, Wu Meiniang has not been in the modern world for a long time, but she is very interested in all kinds of literature, and she has read a lot recently.

"Really?" He lifted his spirits with his pants: "Speaking of which, no one in the village will listen to me say this, Yu Chun will only find me to play, and never care about my thoughts." After my father left, no one listened to me. Sometimes I wonder if it's just a matter of jealousy. ”

God TM is jealous of talent.

Wu Meiniang said: "Why is it a jealous talent, the concubine thinks it's because no one cares how long the stupid person lives." ”

"......" took his pants and retorted, "But I always thought that as long as I worked hard, everything would be fine." ”

Wu Meiniang continued: "Yes, yes, some things do get better because time passes, some people have a miserable life, and after time passes, they will become miserable." ”

took two bowls of poisonous chicken soup on the head of his pants, and his expression was gloomy: "However, I have been thinking all these years, why did my father choose not to come back, does it have to be in the metropolis, and live a rich and powerful life to be happy, I don't think money can make people happy." ”

"Being rich and powerful doesn't make you feel happy, but being rich and powerful will make others find ways to make you feel happy."