Master Tang looked at the scene around the study, his eyes widened, and his forehead lines were very obvious.

He bit his tongue tightly, and a sharp pain came, and he bit his lip again, still painful, not like a dream.

Seeing this, Master Tang rolled his eyes, he looked around, and then walked to the desk with a slow pace, holding his fists:

"Dare to ask Zunjia, are you the master here?"

"Mr. Tang has also been a county magistrate for several terms, don't you know your name before asking people who he is?"

In fact, according to folk customs, when you encounter something strange, you can't say your name casually, otherwise you will get into trouble.

But when Master Tang first entered this somewhat magical realm, he suddenly felt like a dream, as if he had seen a miracle, and his heart was shocked.

Coupled with the torture of strange dreams before, goodbye Bao Wei casually said what he had done before, so he naturally knew everything.

"My surname is Ma, and my name is Ma Bond! Dare I ask you? ”

Master Tang wanted to know who the person in front of him was.

"It doesn't matter who I am, my identity has nothing to do with you.

Ma Bond, did you come here with a request? If you have a demand, just say it. ”

At the mention of this, Ma Bond's emotions seemed slightly excited:

"I've been dreaming these days! And I have the same dream for days on end, and what is the key to this? This dream doesn't seem like a fake! ”

"What kind of dream is it?"

Bao Weiwei asked, he didn't know much about the operation of the House of Wishes, and he happened to meet someone who could communicate well, so he took this opportunity to inquire more.

"I was sitting on the train, eating hot pot, singing songs, and preparing to go to Goose City to become the county magistrate, but suddenly a group of horse bandits came! There was a crackling shot in the air! And then my horse died! ”

Master Tang said with his hands dancing.

"Then I'll let the horse bandits rob them! What's the key? Not only did they rob money and cars, but they also robbed me of my letter of appointment, and that's not all, they also asked me to be a master! What is this called? ”

I'm here to buy an official to be a county magistrate, not to be a master for others! Of course, if you can make money as a master for others, it doesn't hurt to be a master for a few days, but in the end, it seems that you still end up in a different place, how can you do it? ”

"And, besides, my wife had someone beat her to death! Your Excellency, you have to help me! ”

Master Tang, who was full of money, finally remembered about his wife and added casually.

"Then, recently, a strange voice appeared in my dream, asking me if I needed help, and I said yes, and entered this realm, just like the gourd of the golden horn and silver horn, and said yes......"

Master Tang spoke late and knew that he was speechless.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn, that's not a monster! Even if this person in front of him is a monster, he should also be called a human immortal, how can he use this as an analogy?

I saw him raise his right hand and slap it on his face.

"Now that you can see it...... Immortal Master, if you want to come to the scene you saw in your dream, it should be true! Please save me! I will definitely erect a monument to the Immortal Master in the future! I don't want to die! Help me! ”

A message appeared on Bao Weiwei's desk, but Master Tang didn't react to it, and it seemed that he couldn't see it.

Whether or not he is willing to accept Ma Bond's wish, the wisher is willing to offer: false gratitude.

This is very in line with Master Tang's temperament, he always values money more than life, and even at this juncture, he doesn't want to pluck any more hair.

Of course, it may also be that Bao Wei doesn't like those yellow and white things.

However, for Bao Weiwei, what Ma Bond can give himself is nothing more than some money, which is like a floating cloud for him, and it has no meaning.

With his current ten points of mental power, even if he is a professional gamer in the real world, he can achieve basic financial freedom.

In the future, if you have more attribute points, you will be able to directly incarnate a motherland, and no one should object to shouting "I don't eat beef".

"By the way, can I know what the next world and mission will be?"

"Journey to the West: Stop Sun Wukong from making trouble in the Heavenly Palace in three days"

In this world, Bao Weiwei still has no certainty of survival.

What is Monkey King? You don't see a group of Tianjiao who are one in 100 million, break through countless difficulties and obstacles, obtain a large number of enviable opportunities, and finally soar to the upper realm, becoming a minion among the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, and was swept to death by it with a stick.

It seems that letting the bullets fly in the world is the only option, the other worlds are too dangerous for Bao Weiwei, and the main quest is terrifying, almost a mortal option, which is completely out of his consideration.

"Ma Bond, I agreed to your request."

As soon as the words fell, Ma Bond's face was happy.

At this moment, the wooden door burst open, and a fierce white light burst out, and Ma Bond was sucked out.

With almost a month to go until the next crossing, it means that Bao Wei has plenty of time to prepare.

He opened his eyes, straightened up from his bed, and found that it was already dawn.

Bao Weiwei turned on his phone and looked at it, it was exactly six o'clock in the morning.

He thought about it, and kept clicking on his mobile phone for a while, and after half an hour of operation, the payment for the business had been withdrawn by Bao Weiwei.

There are more than 20,000 pieces in total, which are used for this time.

He took a shower in the bathroom, changed into clothes that were easy to exercise, and took the elevator downstairs.

Looking at high-rise buildings, high-speed vehicles, and concrete pavement, this moment seems to be in the steel jungle.

He crossed the zebra crossing and came to a breakfast shop with a retro red sign "Da Cui Bun Shop" hanging on it.

This breakfast shop is a bit out of place with other buildings in the port city, almost like the shops in Suzhou City at that time.

This breakfast shop...... In a trance, Bao Weiwei remembered the small vendors in Suzhou City.

It's just that most of the vendors nowadays have a façade, and they shouldn't be called vendors, although they are tired, as long as the business is passable, the income is dozens of times that of the previous hawkers.

There are a few battery cars parked in front of the breakfast shop, mostly middle-aged men and women, like most young people: they also look at their phones while the owner is packing food.

As soon as they got the buns and soy milk, they hung them on the handlebars, and then put their mobile phones in their pockets and hurriedly drove away, some of them carrying young children in the back seat.

"What do you want, young man?"

An aunt of a shopkeeper in her fifties looked at Bao Weiwei and asked cautiously.

"A basket of steamed buns, a bowl of wheat porridge, and two tea eggs."

For people who are frail, a good breakfast is important:

A cage of a dozen small meat buns, plus a bowl of warm wheat porridge that can nourish the body, is enough to nourish the body.

The prices in the port city are neither high nor low, and the cost of this breakfast is sixteen yuan.

The April day was lukewarm, and Bao Weiwei did not eat directly, but walked to the park.

In the morning, the park is far away from the hustle and bustle, the trees are shady, and the rising sun turns the clouds red.

He sat on the bench, took a deep breath, and watched a group of old people who got up in the morning gather in the shade of the trees to play fitness movements such as Wufowl Opera and Baduanjin, and his mood was quite relaxed.

In the world of Bao's father and son, Bao Weiwei set off a long-lasting "qigong tide" before he reached his old age.

Even though Bao Weiwei, who came from later generations, knew that this thing was a bit fake, he still couldn't stop the overwhelming publicity in the newspapers and the fanatical praise of the people around him, and he was still affected by it.

The Qigong school has mentioned how much positive it has on the body to maintain a happy and relaxed mood.

Although the words in it are somewhat exaggerated, this is the only thing that Bao Weiwei agrees with on a certain level.

After a bag of steamed buns and a bowl of warm porridge, Bao Wei felt a lot better about the panic in his heart.

He casually put the garbage bag into the garbage can, and then followed behind a group of old people, looking at the newborn red sunrise, and started a five-bird play.

This body has almost died suddenly, so it is not advisable to do too intense exercise, and it is best to do some gentle fitness movements that activate the body first.

These old people were a little surprised to see that a young man had joined in, and he was still very skillful in his movements.

"Young man, young people don't exercise much!"

Bao Weiwei has lived for twenty or thirty years with the titles of "Mr. Bao" and "Mr. Bao", and now he is still a little uncomfortable to be called a young man, so he just responded with a smile.

After playing a few five-bird scenes, Bao Weiwei's vitality in his body was also mobilized, and his breathing was much smoother.

So he started to run slowly around the park again, and his body was very empty before, and he was a little panting after just a little aerobic exercise.

After running less than two kilometers with great difficulty, Bao Weiwei felt a little flustered again.

"It's still not urgent, just exercise slowly, the body will recover quickly, and it will be fine in a few days."

It may be difficult for the body to go from 90 to 91, but it is easy to go from 40 to 60.

After a few days of exercise, Bao Weiwei's physique on the panel has successfully improved from 3 to 4, and his body is obviously not as weak as before, and the sense of impending death has completely disappeared.

And his strength itself is 4, at the level of ordinary people's sub-health state, if you want to improve quickly, you need to do overloaded anaerobic exercise.

In fact, the strength attribute is not very important in the next world.

Although his strength is directly related to his own movement speed, he has little effect on attack.

An ordinary person, as long as he holds a mace in his hand or a sharp blade, after a period of practice, he can surpass the world boxing champion in terms of destructive power alone.

Not to mention the person with a gun in his hand, the aggressiveness is even more powerful, there is a hole in the front of the bullet, a pit in the back, the pistol is one realm, and the rifle and heavy machine gun are another realm.

Since there is a way to quickly gain powerful lethality, it is better to turn yourself into a heavy tank, and try to increase the attribute points to the physique.

However, it is too early to talk about this, and it is necessary to see how powerful the results of the workouts in the future are, as well as how powerful the attribute points are, and whether their strengthening of the body is linear or a power jump.

"Mom, is Dad around?"

Bao Weiwei sat on the bench, looked at the "Mom" in the phone record, hesitated for a moment and then rang the phone.

After decades, he spoke to his parents again, and to his sadness, he had forgotten their faces and did not have their pictures on his phone.

(End of chapter)