The cold wind blew, and Li Shaobai shivered, and he was woken up by the cold. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He looked at the unfamiliar environment, surrounded by ancient buildings, and he himself slept under the eaves of someone else's house. Li Shaobai couldn't help but shout: "Who is it? Who is kidding me?"

He still remembered that he had slept in his bedroom before, how could he sleep in this street like an ancient town in the blink of an eye. He looked over his body, and his clothes had been changed, and they had become tattered and filthy linen strips, without even patches.

"What's going on, am I being played in Truman's world, or have I really crossed over. "Otaku is just imaginative.

He carefully looked at his surroundings and said, "It seems that it has really crossed over, not in a certain film and television base." ”

The reason why he dared to say with such certainty was because the town where he was now located seemed to be an ancient Chinese architectural style. In fact, there is one outstanding difference, that is, big, very big. Each pavilion is as tall as a skyscraper, from more than 10 meters to 100 meters high. He hadn't heard that the film and television base would be built like this, even a normal ancient society could not have such a building.

"Could it be that I have traveled into the world of cultivating immortals? Great, I have been at home for twenty years, and I have been running from time to time, and I must become an immortal in this life, so as to live up to the opportunity to cross over. Li Shaobai laughed wildly.

There were people coming and going on the street, men, women, old people, and children in various costumes beating him by, and they couldn't help but be frightened by Li Shaobai.

A little girl asked, "Mother, why is that beggar smiling so happily?"

The middle-aged numb-faced woman in a burlap dress beside the girl hurriedly pulled the little girl and sped away, away from Li Shaobai.

She said as she walked: "Erya, that beggar is crazy, he is a madman. ”

"Oh!" the little girl nodded as if she didn't understand.

"Damn! Dare you say I'm crazy. Believe it or not, I use the protagonist aura to make you kneel and lick it in minutes. Li Shaobai yelled at the backs of the mother and daughter.

However, when he thought of the woman's pockmarked face, a round linen face like a sesame cake, Li Shaobai still felt that he should take back the latter sentence.

Another cold wind swept the yellow fallen leaves, and the strips of cloth on Li Shaobai's body couldn't stop the erosion of the cold wind. What's even worse is that his stomach is growling uncontrollably, as if he hasn't eaten for a few days, maybe he really hasn't eaten for a few days. This feeling was something he had never experienced before, before the crossing, although his family was not very rich, there was still no problem with food and clothing, he had never endured the cold, and he had never been hungry.

"It seems that the problem of food and clothing has been solved first, and as for becoming an immortal, that will be a matter later. Eating comes first, and finding a warm nest is also a big deal. "He curled up in the corner with his hands on his rumbling belly, and he couldn't afford to brave the cold wind to go out to forage for food, so he nested here first to see if any kind people came to 'rescue' (almsgiving) him.

After a minute, no one came. For two minutes, no one came. Three-minute ...... For a quarter of an hour, no well-wishers came. On such a cold day, although there was no snow in the sky, the pedestrians were still tightly wrapped, shaking in Li Shaobai's eyes like zongzi. Li Shaobai seemed to smell the fragrance of zongzi and the faint heat. Li Shaobai couldn't help but drool, it was another cold wind, Li Shaobai trembled, he couldn't help scolding: "Damn! I'm hallucinating from hunger, where did this god come from?"

Now, he couldn't care about the problem anymore, he curled up in the corner and shivered, he buried his cold red face in his knees, and cried out in a trembling, hoarse voice: "Is there a kind person to save me, is there a good person to save me?" I'm starving to death, I'm freezing to death......"

He repeated it more than ten times, but the pedestrians still came and went. Not at all, no one will pay attention to this little beggar who is about to starve to death and freeze to death.

He curled up against the corner, his body curled up like a winter cat.

He secretly cursed in his heart: "Who said that the ancient folk customs were simple? Stand up, Lao Tzu promised not to kill him." I'm going to freeze to death, and I don't see anyone to save me. No wonder Mr. Lu and Mr. Xun want to criticize them, saying that they are now stable slaves. But now I'm the one who can't even be a slave. ”

He secretly swore in his heart: "If only someone saved me now, after I became an immortal in the future, I must let him ascend to heaven." ”

After a while, the pedestrians were still hurrying to and fro, and no one paid any attention to the shivering little beggar huddled in the corner.

He was so hungry that he couldn't do it, and now he didn't even have the strength to scream in his stomach.

Li Shaobai's heart was also invaded by a chill, and he swore in his heart: "Now if someone can give me a steamed bun, I am willing to make cattle and horses for him." ”

After another moment, no one came. But also, you swear in your heart that who can hear.

Li Shaobai doesn't even have the strength to speak now. I was completely hopeless, and it seemed that I was really going to die.

Li Shaobai felt that he was simply the saddest time-traveler in the world, and he was about to freeze to death and starve to death in less than a day after crossing into the other world.

"It's really unreasonable! Even criminals have to eat a full meal before they die. is the main text, and the supporting characters can live a few more chapters. I was starved to death in less than a day. The author is not enough to write a chapter! Secret way, is the author borrowing my example, criticizing society, will be indifferent, or criticize that there is no golden finger, we traversers are waste, and we can't even live for a day. He couldn't help but think about it now.

was about to die, Li Shaobai thought of the earth and his parents. It's still better for the earth, it's better for the motherland, and although there are all kinds of problems, at least no one will starve to death. It's still warm at home, it's better for parents, although they always quarrel over trivial things, but their parents' love is selfless.

Li Shaobai couldn't help but think that it seemed that he was too wasteful before, and he had been in a mess for twenty years. He doesn't care about national affairs, and he doesn't feed his parents. Everything is self-centered, and now that I'm dying, I can't even remember my parents' birthdays, it seems that it's really retribution.

He swore again, and secretly said in his heart: "If I can live now, I will not seek to become an immortal, but only to be full of benevolence." ”

He was really going to die, and the experience before he died was still cold and hungry, and the cold and hunger surrounded him, and he didn't see heaven like the little match girl at all.

"Foolishness, you don't believe in the God of Zion, Adabado, who wants to see heaven before you die. ”

As he waited for his death, an old voice echoed in his ears.

He lifted his head and stabbed his head out of his knee. He looked around, and no one was talking to him at all.

He shivered again, could it be that he had met a ghost. But now he is a little calm, he is about to die anyway, is he still afraid of ghosts?

The old man's voice sounded again: "Boy, old decay is not a ghost. It's that your cheat has arrived. ”