While Ning Bufan was worried about how to avoid such an exposed scene, he began to unbutton and prepare to undress. I fiddled with my hands on my chest for a long time, and the school uniform I was familiar with seemed to be zippered, and this one was tethered.

When did he wear this dress, he clearly knew that he didn't have this dress at all. A linen dress like a summer filial piety dress was inexplicably dyed black. Although it is the same pronunciation as a school uniform, the meaning is completely different.

No, none of this is right! He jerked his head up and found that the so-called classmates around him were all people he didn't know. The strange and sad faces made him shudder.

"Ahh

Fanfan's eyes widened, what the hell is going on!

Ning Bufan looked at the scene in front of him, and really couldn't understand what was going on. Is it possible to cross by bus? It's too hasty, if you don't come to a seven-star alignment, how can you be worthy of Ning Bufan's righteousness if you encounter an ancient artifact once in a thousand years.

Thinking like this, Bufan is still easy to calm down, and he is thinking that if he really crosses, then he should leave more hole cards. You can't let others see your bottom clearly, and then rely on your existing knowledge to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger to make a fortune.

If you travel back to ancient times, the Sprinkle family represents advanced productivity, after all, Chinese high school students are the group with the highest average knowledge level in the world, and they must play games with peace of mind when they go to college. If Lao Tzu is a liberal arts student, build a dam, introduce a crop, and then buy and sell it, and find a famous magnate in history to predict a few major events, then being a powerful minister is not the same as playing.

If Lao Tzu unveils the uprising, what is the name of the emperor......

Bufan is still seriously thinking about his future life, and the team in front has walked into the quaint door. Bu Fan took a closer look at this open vermilion lacquer door, on which there were five and four or five large golden tumors, and vaguely seemed to remember that this was used by the Ninety-Five Emperor, this is the Imperial Palace?

But why is this palace gate so small?

"Go to work!" The repeater screamed angrily again, and his mind flew around: "If you are a coolie, you shouldn't be castrated Lao Tzu." In fact, it doesn't matter if it's castrated, it hasn't been used for more than ten years anyway. ”

Bufan followed the team to the door and saw two deep ditches, and the people in black didn't know where to work and what to do.

"It's not going to be manure digging...... right?"

The whip of the repeater flew in the air, and smashed on Bufan's face with a "snap", and a blood chain was brought up from the edge of the opened frontal bone, making the flesh and blood on Bufan's face blurred.

"Your mother!" anger instantly squeezed doubts and fears out of his mind, and he instinctively scolded. Although he was often beaten, only Lao Tzu never looked down on the initiative to provoke others, and no one dared to provoke Lao Tzu.

Standing in front of the repeater full of anger, a pair of copper bells staring at the boss, this scene is like a fried mouse glaring at a tiger.

Everyone was attracted by the extraordinary roar, and stopped what they were doing to look this way. Many people clenched the tools in their hands, their knuckles protruding, obviously straining nervously.

The darker the sky, the more it can be lit by a faint star.

Even just an unyielding look can give people infinite hope.

People who are silent in despair are waiting to die, so why not fight to the death.

Please let me be a hero once, even for a second.

Please be a hero once and show me that those efforts are not in vain.

The extraordinary roar was not over, his body was faster than his voice, he sprinted at close range, used his shoulder and elbow as a weapon, flew and charged, and the whole person threw himself into the arms of the repeater.

The repetitioner's rough face turned red, and he was shy: "This kid Allah moves." ”

"Your mother!" Suddenly a wave of sound came from all directions, and all the people in black ripped off their black robes, revealing a lean and powerful muscle, and shouted in unison.

"Your mother!"

"Your mother!" is like a mountain, like a wind, like a fire, like a forest, embattled on all sides, and ambushed on all sides.

Before the repeater could respond to the ambiguous coquettishness, he was startled by the sudden roar.

There were too many emotions in his heart, and before he could dissipate his tenderness, he was immediately surrounded by this anger, and he was inevitably a little frightened. Then he raised a whip and pretended to be majestic: "Go to work!"

"It's really a repeater, and that's all it takes. Bufan muttered secretly in his heart, he saw the crowd around him rushing here, and secretly screamed in his heart, and lowered his head as if he drilled out of the gap between the legs of the crowd.

Before the whip of the repeater hit the ground, he was grabbed by the wrist of the people around him, and then the crowd pounced on him one after another, and many people used their shoulders and elbows as weapons to fly and rush, obviously paying tribute to the extraordinary.

The big man was hit by someone, pressed to the ground, constantly attacked by new people who came up, and after a while, his muscles and bones were broken, and then he didn't know how many feet he suffered, and his big head with a face of flesh finally couldn't bear the pressure, and he was trampled on by someone, and he was killed.

Bufan couldn't see the situation in the crowd, but a strong smell of blood wafted out. He has only seen the scene of blood flowing in heavy American dramas, and he has never been exposed to too much blood in real life, and the most bleeding he has seen in the past is to be thrown into the women's toilet by Qin Moxiong's men, and he was shocked by the bursting bloody qi so that his yang qi skyrocketed. But now he inexplicably knows that the strong smell now is blood.

"It's really an uprising!" Bufan had some inexplicable feelings in his heart, he had really come to a troubled world? It was so sudden that Lao Tzu didn't have time to adjust his mentality.

What dynasty is this? Or is it another parallel time?

By the way, I came by bus!

Jumping up with extraordinary difficulty, looking for the bus on the periphery of the crowd. But the height hardware is there, and there is no room for him to jump one after another, so he really can't see the situation outside.

There's no way, just take advantage of the chaos and squeeze out.

Do you want to go back when you find the bus, Lao Tzu doesn't have a driver's license yet.

Ning Bufan is this strange character, there are too few things in this world that can make him afraid, even if someone is trampled on his head in front of him, and his brain splashes his face, he doesn't care.

"No way, who let Lao Tzu play "God of War", the intestines, waist, brains and so on. It was as if he had heard the narration, and he pretended to be relaxed.

"Whoever pretends to be relaxed, Lao Tzu is so relaxed, okay! Isn't it just a dead person? Who doesn't die!" he eagerly concealed his weakness and shouted indiscriminately into the air.

"You idiot, I'm too lazy to tell you. Bufan looked disdainful, but anyone with a discerning eye could see his panicked look.

Bufan raised his middle finger at the sky, then lowered his head and continued to find a gap to get out, and suddenly his back tightened and was picked up.

"Why are you carrying it again, you can die if you hug it!"

Then he felt a light behind him, and he was thrown into the air. After reaching the highest point, in the call of Mother Earth, it fell again. Behind him, countless hands raised to catch him, and then threw him into the air.

"Hero!"

"Hero!"

"Hero!"

"Hero ......"

He was drowned out by a loud cheer, and those who were separated from each other to toss the extraordinary also followed suit, shouting loudly.

Hero.

Bufan was still struggling in the air, but suddenly heard this shout from the sky, slowly gave up resistance, relaxed his body, and let them throw him high.

"Lao Tzu, are you a hero?"

"Lao Tzu is a hero......" The tone was a little hesitant.

"Lao Tzu is a hero!" he suddenly roared, but at this moment, his eyes were already full of tears.

"Bah, I'm not crying!" he cried into the air.

The extraordinary is constantly thrown up, and you can feel the glory of this pursuit of a lifetime in mid-air. He doesn't care about fame, doesn't covet power, and doesn't pursue material things, but the word "hero" can make him worry.