What the hell is fate?

Three minutes ago, Zhou Yi was still thinking about this question!

Am I going to die?

This is the question he thinks about in the second minute!

Where am I?

This is the question he thinks about in the first minute!

Where is there a weed, can you eat it?

That's the only thought in his mind right now!

It completely occupied his head, and there was no room for anything else.

......

This is an alley, with a bluestone floor, it should be a floor!

The unimaginably huge bluestone was beaten into pieces, neatly and neatly, and spread on the ground one by one, so this is the floor, there is no doubt about it!

Zhou Yi was lying on top of the seven floor tiles, the clothes he was wearing were tattered and tattered, and the dirt was cast into a thick layer of armor to resist the attack of the cold air.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for this layer of dirt, maybe he would have died of cold a few minutes earlier, even though it wasn't winter!

Zhou Yi couldn't figure it out, he ......

Well, there's nothing he can't understand, whether it's on Earth or here, except that he's a little hungry right now, no, very, extreme, and very hungry, there's nothing he can't accept!

Now, he has a wish, grass, bring that grass over, so that he can eat a bite, so that it is better to die again!

It's just that, although the grass is only an arm's length away from him, as long as he can move, it is only an instant, but, in fact, he can move in addition to thinking now, but his body can't move, he is too hungry and lacks energy, even if it is a supercar, it can't move!

That's right, he is dying, starving!

Maybe in a few minutes, he will be the first time-traveler in history to starve to death!

.......

Click!

The light in his eyes dissipated, and he couldn't close it, Zhou Yi was endlessly hungry, slowly waiting for death to come!

The footsteps are slowly rising, and it sounds like the character of its owner should be a happy person, at least, he is not hungry!

Those who can eat enough are the happiest people in this world!

"Eat?"

Zhou Yi heard the sound, and opened his eyes with great effort, using the little energy he had left, which undoubtedly brought him a little closer to death, and the moment he opened his eyes, he could almost feel that the two big brothers of black and white impermanence were by his side!

Looking at the big white steamed bun in front of him and the black marks on it, Zhou Yi couldn't help but have a thought in his heart.

Swindler!

Who said that in front of a hungry person, put a steamed bun, even if he has no strength, he will immediately have a kind of strength called "I don't know where a strength comes from", grab it and gnaw it!

Ma Dan, why doesn't he have such strength now?

Looking at the big white in front of me... The black and white steamed buns, Zhou Yi wanted to grab them with his hands, and then stuffed them into his mouth!

However, he never understood more clearly than now how big the gap between his ideas and reality really was!

It's the distance between life and death!

There is no doubt that if he eats this steamed bun, he will be able to live, but unfortunately, if there is no accident, even if this steamed bun is put in his mouth, he does not have the strength to move his mouth.

So, judging by all means, he is dead!

"What's the matter, don't you eat it?" Song Hai pinched the steamed bun and dangled it in front of Zhou Yi, looking at his weak eyes, and asked curiously.

Zhou Yi looked at him with idiotic eyes, this was the only thing he could do now!

"Oh!"

Perhaps startled by the accusation in Zhou Yi's eyes, Song Hai blinked, suddenly realized, and then took the steamed bun back, and then stuffed it into his mouth.

Looking at his movements, Zhou Yi suddenly felt uneasy in his heart, and the cool air kept coming out behind him, and he always felt that something bad would happen!

Oh!... no！

Seeing Song Hai eating steamed buns, his mouth moving, but he never saw his throat slide, Zhou Yi's eyes gradually became a little more frightened!

Let me die!

Song Hai stretched out his hand and spit out the foamed steamed bun residue from his mouth, mixed with a taste of unknown meaning, and then in Zhou Yi's eyes that had become extremely frightened, he broke it open and tried his best to resist, but he was powerless to resist, like Zhou Yi's mouth of a little chicken, and then stuffed it in.

Oh!

The steamed bun dregs are mixed with saliva, fine and broken, no need to chew, and go down the throat.

As the steamed bun residue fell into his stomach, Zhou Yi immediately broke away from the control of black and white impermanence, struggled on the edge of life and death for a long time, and finally succeeded in stepping his feet into the side of life and came back to life.

"Hey, are you alive! are you feeling better?"

After Song Hai mixed the steamed bun dregs with saliva and stuffed them into Zhou Yi's mouth, he kept looking at him, and when the divine light in his eyes gradually recovered, he immediately asked.

Zhou Yi glanced at him, closed his eyes coyly, looked like he ignored me, let me die, lying half-dead on the ground, looking like that, he was even more dead than when he was about to die before!

"Hey!hey!"

"Speak!"

"No, who are you!" To be honest, Zhou Yi didn't want to deal with him, although he was his own savior. But he's always in his ears, buzzing, like a fly, it's so annoying!

"Hey, are you just treating your life-saver like this?" Song Hai was not happy, and pushed him, dissatisfied.

"Okay, if you don't mention this stubble, we can still talk about a dime!" Hearing this, Zhou Yi suddenly felt a surge in his throat, took a few deep breaths, and didn't dare to make big moves, the energy of a steamed bun can also be done to this extent.

"Well, okay..."Hearing this, Song Hai nodded obediently like a good baby, and then looked at him as if he remembered something and asked, "A dime, what is it?"

Zhou Yi didn't speak, just stared at him.

"Okay......" Song Hai couldn't stand being stared at by him, that look, like a resentful woman, was still a senior resentful woman for decades.

"My name is Song Hai, as for what I do, can't you see it?" Song Hai stood up, in front of him, turned around a few times, and his tattered clothes were like strips of cloth, floating in the wind with his movements!

"Beggar?" Zhou Yi's eyes turned a few times with Song Hai's movements, looking at this familiar outfit, and said clearly.

Looking at Song Hai, the nausea in Zhou Yi's heart suddenly became much smaller, he turned out to be a beggar.

Steamed buns and beggars!

He is not stunned, he understands what a steamed bun means to a beggar!

......

"Where is this?" At this moment, a lot of thoughts were like rain in his mind, and many of them washed away the remaining nausea in his heart.

"Here?" Song Haileng paused, looked at Zhou Yi's eyes, his heart suddenly warmed up inexplicably, and he blinked: "Autumn Mountain City!"

"Akiyama City?" Zhou Yi muttered suspiciously, still not understanding!

That's for sure, you can't expect a person who has just crossed over to understand a world just by virtue of a place name!