My Good Life

The moment I landed again, I only had one thought-the update that I finally recovered was over again...

I opened my eyes on the ground and got up. The whole person was as though I had drunk eight kilograms of white wine. The sky was spinning in my head. I stood up and fell to the side again, vomiting up and down. (((Cartino Novel Network www.wuxiaspot.com)))

My stomach was tumbling, and there was chaos in my mind. I closed my eyes and opened my eyes for a long time, until the feeling of spinning around slowly calmed down.

It was also after the dizziness subsided that I felt that a hand next to me kept supporting me, so that I did not fall into my vomit.

"Daughter-in-law, your sense of balance is too weak, why is it so uncomfortable."

I was still ringing in my ears, dimly listening to Ah Xiao's words into my head, and then I pushed him weakly, of course without pushing: "You... roll..."

I was full of anger, but I couldn't vent because of physical discomfort, so I let him hold me aside and found a rock to sit down.

"My little master will get out? My little master has finally brought you here to live in the two-person world. The feelings have not been cultivated yet, don't think I will leave you." He said, and patted my back with courtesy. "You got behind me earlier, let's go back sooner, you never got behind me, we'll stay here all the time. Anyway, there is no such thing as Li Zhaozhao's fraud."

I looked around, the masonry house, the yellow jelly tree, and the gurgling sound of the stream behind it, like a mountain village with a good environment: "Where is this?"

"This is gold..." Ah Xiao paused, "This is in a dream. I want you and my love to be like a dream."

I rubbed my temples: "Okay..." I took a deep breath, "Okay, I'm in love with you, let's go back."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" A Xiao glanced at me, "Let you adjust to the environment here first, and tomorrow I will officially start pursuing you. You are ready to tremble...eh?"

A red bright spot suddenly flashed under the skin of Ah Xiao's wrist, and the red light slowly organized into a butterfly shape under his skin, like a tattoo, flashing brightly: "Tsk..." Ah Xiao frowned." I found it so soon."

My eyes lit up: "Li Zhidao?"

"He?" A Xiao sneered, "He can't. It's just that it's illegal to get you to the machine in this dreamland. People from my home planet are here."

This alien is really...everything is against the law. Is it possible that his ability to escape from prison was trained on his home planet...

"You go around in this small town, get used to the environment, don't run around casually, when I deal with these messy people, I will come back to you." He took a step aside, as if thinking of something again In the same way, he took a red ball out of his arms, like a red rubber, and he handed it to me:

"If you have something very dangerous and urgent, you can pinch this red ball and say that I love you, even if you are thousands of miles away, I will come to you to help you get rid of your difficulties."

I took the ball and immediately squeezed the ball: "I love you, take me back."

The butterfly light under the skin of Ah Xiao's wrist was brilliant, and he immediately covered his wrist: "This can't be pressed!"

"But I think the situation is critical enough."

"Don't make trouble, be good." He rubbed my head and blinked at me, "Wait for me to come back." After speaking, he turned and ran away.

I patted my head, my forehead was as uncomfortable as shit.

I put the red rubber ball in my pocket and stood up again.

After a while, my dizziness and tinnitus have disappeared. I looked around and found that the dream of Ah Xiao's structure was simply unbelievable.

In the weather in March, the grass grows and warblers fly, and the yellow quack tree has just changed its leaves. The tender green leaves are gently fanning on the branches. The bluestone slabs next to the stream are covered with green moss, and the underwater green grass is just right. The air is full of vigorous spring.

I walked down the small mountain road of bluestone slab step by step.

After walking past two or three old houses built on the hillside, they came across coolies with four or five loads of coal. They all dressed very...simple.

They are dark-skinned, lean and powerful, and the shapes of muscles can be seen on their necks.

They wear turbans on their heads and tie a big knot on their foreheads. While tying up their hair, they also let them not wipe off their sweat from time to time.

Although the weather is not too warm, the coolies wear straw sandals. Everyone’s feet are black and big. When climbing the mountain, the toe joints are slightly bent, and the skin at the joints becomes white due to the force, but they are covered with black dust. Mask the traces.

"Hey...yo! Hey...yo!"

They seemed to be panting, and they seemed to be chanting slogans. The two of them carried the burden and formed a very tacit frequency. The stairs built on the mountain were not easy to walk, and the wet weather made the bluestone slabs slippery, so they focused Looking down at the ground, he didn't pay attention to me, who was standing on the side in a daze.

Every chant and every step they made made me stunned.

I walked down the bluestone stairs in a daze, these scenes were strange and familiar to me. What is strange is that I know clearly that in the age when I was growing up, such coolies have almost disappeared. What is familiar is that I have seen these scenes in many historical influences.

This seems to be... what the grandparents said from the old Chongqing when they were young.

Even...earlier.

I turned a corner of bluestone steps, and the stream beside me was gurgling away. I was shocked when I saw the scenery in front of me.

This is a lively small street, just like an undeveloped ancient town. There are no sellers on the street, and everyone is quietly selling things and living their own unchanging lives. Occasionally, a few children slapped around in the street. I walked forward blankly, and the people sitting in the shop began to see me.

They seem to be as curious about this place as I am, and they are also curious about me. Because my dress is really incompatible with here.

After walking for a long time, the people watching the excitement behind me have already followed a small street. They talked about Chongqing dialect that even I didn't understand, and they commented on me.

I think Ah Xiao probably set this dream in old Chongqing. Does he want me to go to another time and space, relying on him for helplessness?

Naive.

I walked out of the town and squatted in a dilapidated empty house near the town.

I wondered, this is a dreamland in Ah Fiction, that is to say, I am spiritually existing in this world now, and my body should still be in that world while sitting in a chair with "VR glasses" and unable to move.

Therefore, in this world, I should be immortal. Because my body is not physically threatened. I can stay here without fear of being killed, without drinking water, without eating...

Although the reasoning is like this, after dark, I was so hungry that I wanted to cry, and I was too thirsty.

I could no longer squat down in the house, so I found the broken house in the dark.

Here, there is no nightlife or light pollution. At this moment, only the bright moon in the sky is the only light source. The brightness of the moonlight is beyond the imagination of a "modern man" like me.

The mountains and plains were illuminated by this silver brilliance, and the brilliance fell on the ground really...like frost.

While feeling that Li Bai was sincere in not deceiving me, I chased the sound of the stream and touched the stream.

The stream is sweet, and I drank a few sips, which quenched my thirst but was not hungry. I looked around and heard the cooing birds in the mountains, which seemed to be the sound of an owl. I squeezed my arm, thinking that it is probably impossible to play game by my own ability.

Do you want to find someone to ask for something to eat...

I looked up and saw a quiet mountain village. There was only a small house built on the hillside alone. At this time, the windows were candlelit.

I touched my stomach and climbed up the mountain. I saw a courtyard gate in front of the little house, but the latch was not fastened.

I was so hungry that I couldn't care about the etiquette. I went in first, then knocked on the courtyard door twice: "I'm very sorry, excuse me... please..."

Then, my eyes widened.

In the courtyard, someone stood still with a long golden hair reflecting the silver brilliance of the moonlight, like a misty fairy in the legend, but different from the fairy who always sounds lonely and alone. At this time, he was holding one in his hand. Man, there are two deep tooth marks on the man’s neck, bleeding from the wound.

The blond man threw the dying man to the ground like trash.

The man who was thrown on the ground was still panting, just like those chickens in the vegetable market that had their throat cut, twitching from time to time on the ground.

I watched this scene stiffly.

I watched the blond man raise his **** hand, and inadvertently wiped the corner of his lips, then seemed to be responding to my voice, and he slowly turned his head.

His lips were stained red with warm blood, and the excess blood was left along the corners of his lips, across the almost perfect arc of his chin. A drop of blood congealed in his jaw.

The blood on his lips still had temperature. At the moment he breathed, the warm breath turned into a white mist, floating gently in the moonlight.

This scene was cruel but with a terrifying beauty, and I shuddered.

He looked at me, the outlines of those eyes were so familiar, but the cold temperature in his eyes was so strange that I had never seen it.

Li... Li Zhaotong.

The long blond hair **** human blood...Li Zhaodi.

He... fucking.

Which fool said that there is no Li Zhitong here?