As soon as Guan Qianjian saw Zhuang Mengdie, he turned his back and ran. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoNow that his martial arts have been lost, even an ordinary disciple of the Liuru Sect can easily kill him, how dare he meet this evil evil?

He didn't know that when a person appeared on the screen, he could be thousands of miles away. He thought Zhuang Mengdie was in that building.

Ran wildly at more than a dozen street corners in one go, and several of them were almost hit by cars. For this kind of strange thing, he thought it was Zhuang Mengdie's newly created sword kung fu, just like "Tianluo Cone".

It wasn't until the body came into contact with it that something new was discovered, it was something tangible and qualitative, and its function was roughly a combination of an umbrella and a tortoise shell, which could be used to protect oneself from the wind and rain, and if necessary, to attack.

He was like a countryman who had just entered the city, full of curiosity about everything. But with his cleverness and wisdom, he soon became self-taught and broke into a completely strange world.

This world may belong to Zhuang Mengdie, and there may be completely different rules of the game.

In other words, he Guan Qianjian was exiled by Zhuang Mengdie by fraudulent means.

So from now on, he has to do two things every day, the first is to avoid Zhuang Mengdie's pursuit, and the second is to find a way back.

But in the immediate term, he had two more urgent things to do: to change into a decent outfit according to the standards of the locals, and to fill his stomach.

In contrast, the latter is more urgent. He didn't know how long it had been from one world to another, but judging by the level of hunger alone, it was about a year.

When he saw a big living person, he wanted to hold it and nibble on it.

At the moment he was walking down a relatively quiet street, and the houses on both sides of the road were low and old, hidden under the tall and lush banyan trees, and there was a shadow of the world from which he came.

He walked up a staircase, and through a window that was more than a foot long, he saw a room of people sitting inside, all eating and drinking around the table.

In the middle of each table is a steaming pot with slices of cooked ribs tumbling in the hot soup with bright red peppers.

Although the layout was strange, Guan Qianjian could tell that this was a hot pot restaurant.

He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, but he didn't have time to find the door, so he raised his foot and stepped on the windowsill, and jumped inside.

"Boom. "My knee hurts like I hit a big rock. The window is obviously open, why can't I get in?

Could it be that their windows are made of ice and look transparent, but in fact they are "not going to work"?

He cautiously stretched out his hand, touching it lightly, but it was not necessarily cold.

At this time, he was very curious, and only wanted to find out what was going on with it, and put his hungry stomach aside for the time being. He raised the tiger wings in his hand, turned the hilt of his sword, and watched the "window" smash down.

The people sitting next to the window in the room were so frightened that they jumped out of their seats and screamed when they saw him behave like this.

Guan Qianjian looked amused, put away his hand, and smiled at them.

The people in the room saw that he seemed to have no ill intentions, and hesitated to return to their seats. As soon as his butt hit the chair, Guan Qianjian raised his hand again.

Those people reacted more this time, and when they jumped back, they crashed into the table next to them, and some people were splashed in the face by the hot juice.

Among them was a big fat man, although he was only splashed a little, which did not fall elsewhere, but fell impartially in the eyes.

He is a person who likes spicy food, and before the hot pot came up, he specially told the waiter: "Put more spicy, the spicier the better." ”

But his eyes don't like spicy food.

He let out a scream of pain, so loud that it made the noisy shop a lot quieter at once. Then he slapped it and got up, squinting tightly the eye that was about to be blinded, and the other eye glared as if it was about to separate from the eye socket, looking for the hateful perpetrator.

From the look in his eyes, it could be seen that once this person was found, he would have to suffer.

He looked left and right, but did not find it, and when he looked down, he saw a man trembling under his chin, looking up at him with begging eyes.

The man was very thin and short, holding the table with his hands, and his teeth were fighting: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I ...... No, it's not me, it's, it's him-" He turned his head and pointed to Guan Qianjian, who was dressed strangely and was smiling and looking inside. "He was the one who scared us......"

The big fat man relied on his big size, where to listen to his explanation, grabbed the thin man's hair, pulled him closer to the table, and pressed his whole face into the boiling pot with a hard press.

"Goo-goo...... the thin man opened his mouth in pain to call his mother, but he was poured hot soup into his mouth. He grabbed it with both hands, but he couldn't catch the magic hand that was pressing him, and kicked it again, but it was still empty.

Guan Qianjian could see clearly outside, and thought in his heart: "It turns out that the people in this world are so barbaric, why am I polite? Kill me and have a full meal, how can I go back if I starve to death here?"

He raised the tiger's wings and smashed them into the "window" with all his might, and with a "bang", a large piece fell from it, shattering it on the ground.

The diners were startled by the noise, and the people who were screaming and scuffling together stopped for a while. The thin man who was pressed into the soup pot and was almost cooked finally broke free and rolled to the ground, his hands were about to cover his face and he couldn't cover it in pain, only a miserable howl.

His companions surrounded him, and three or five of them worked together, dragged them out of the crowd, and rushed them to the hospital for rescue.

At this time, a middle-aged man in black hurriedly walked out of the store, bent down and stretched out his hand, and pressed everyone weakly, "Everyone has something to say, don't do it!"

The people turned a blind eye to him, and they did not listen to his words, forming a semicircle around the floor-to-ceiling windows, and their eyes were focused in the middle, staring at a dignified young man.

The man was dressed in a red robe from hundreds of thousands of years ago, and looked extremely festive, like an ancient groom, with his hair tied up high and draped back over his shoulders.

He stared straight into the pot with both eyes, his throat couldn't help pulling up and down, his cheeks squirming and moving, and he took the chopsticks as if no one was around, and with a slight aim, he fell on a piece of brittle bone with fat attached to it. The technique is very ingenious, and the slippery prey is brought in hand.

He blew lightly twice and threw it into his mouth impatiently, and the muscles on his face were like running horses, jumping up and down, making all kinds of strange expressions, and his tongue hid for a while, not daring to touch it.

In the end, he burst into tears, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to spit on the table first.

The people around laughed.

The middle-aged man had no intention of watching this madman's performance, and at a glance he saw the broken floor-to-ceiling window glass, and shouted with a bitter face: "Oh, my mother, what's going on? The tempered glass I just replaced cost a lot of money, who the lacks virtue so much!"

A few gloating people in the crowd pointed at Guan Qianjian: "You ask him." ”

"You see we're all like normal people, aren't we? Who else but this madman?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he was furious, tilted his head to look at Guan Qianjian, his face twitched, and he pointed his hand: "Beat me to death!"

Behind him, he immediately snatched out five or six young people in waiter uniforms and surrounded Guan Qianjian and the table. A big man who was as black as pot ash looked Guan Qianjian up and down, visually measured his catties, and turned back to ask the middle-aged man: "Hit the to count you?"

"Count me in!" replied the middle-aged man categorically.

"Good!" the black man shouted as forcefully, and the fist in his hand smashed into Guan Qianjian's temple with the same force. Others also took action.

As soon as they saw that a group fight was about to take place, the diners had already retreated, vacated the venue, and sat at the table to watch the play with great interest. (To be continued.) )