Outlander’s Journey

"I left my hometown with my luggage...I often dream of my beloved girl...I am far away, and my heart is at home..."

The heavy rain came and went quickly, the moist air was filled with a little earthy smell, and the surface of the streets paved with bluestone reflected the patter of sunlight.

At the entrance of a two-story grocery store on the side of the street, a young man with a broomstick was humming a song that no one understood, and idly watching the crowds coming and going on the street.

This is a young man with a height of about 1.83 meters, a slender figure that is more standard than a model, and his coarse handyman suit is lined up like a tailor-made exquisite handmade suit. The matte black hair with crow feathers is slightly curled, the upper half of the face is firmly blocked behind with the old-fashioned thick bangs hairstyle, and the large black-frame glasses with worrying aesthetics make his face almost invisible. What does it look like?

After finishing sweeping the floor with almost zero progress, the young man turned his head and glanced at the grocery store behind him, the old facade, the poor variety of goods, the single-digit daily passenger flow, and the crumbling broken wooden signs and signs. The cartoon octopus drawn on has faded so much that the shape cannot be distinguished.

This made the youth wonder how long the grocery store could last.

"Heather! Don't be lazy at the door, come and move goods!"

A dull voice of tobacco and alcohol sprang out from the door: "Idle, don't you want a salary?"

The face of the young man named Heather collapsed, helplessly propped the broom against the wall, patted the ash on his hands and walked towards the house, the lyrics in his mouth also changed:

"Holding Wowotou in my hand...There is not a drop of oil in the dish..."

Jingle Bell!

A crisp bell rang when the store door opened.

As soon as you enter the door, there are six rows of shelves, two of which are newer in color. Nearly 13 areas on the shelves are empty, and they are filled with inferior daily necessities, cheap instant snacks, and some stale fruits and vegetables. Really valuable goods such as cigarettes and wines are locked in light blue thick glass. Into the counter.

The electric fan above his head whirled feebly, making a creaking life-saving noise, and Heather, who opened the door of the store, dropped his gaze to the figure behind the counter.

Father Jack, the owner of this ‘Octopus Jack Department Store’.

"What are you looking at? Why, Master Hai swept away the amnesia?"

The fat belly will tighten his dirty checkered shirt, and his gray face is like a mess of wires entangled in a ball. The hair is so sparse that it can be exponentially out of ten that the hair is not enough to cover his shiny shiny. With the skull, coupled with the textbook-standard rosacea, the first impression of this short, fat old man is always not so good.

Father Jack was half slumped on the dilapidated sofa behind the counter, stubby fingers like radishes swayed and pointed to the storeroom at the back, and the alcohol and tobacco babbled mercilessly: "Your kid has the advantage of being stronger. Be numb, and bring out ten boxes of Silu sparkling water."

"Ten boxes? Just our store, do you want to sell until 2009, old man? It's Damir in 1982. You are Silu in 99 years, awesome!"

The language has been switched from Chinese to the lingua franca of the world. Heather walked to the back of the warehouse while spitting out: "I have thought about the advertising words for you-99 years of Silu bubble water, ten years of precipitation, noble experience, sound The fragrance smells, allowing you to experience all kinds of hospitals."

"It's kind of rhyming...Where are you so much nonsense?"

After the recollection, Father Jack yelled with anger. He shook his head when he saw Heather sneak into the storeroom: "It's a great guy, but it's a pity that he has a long mouth."

One late night two months ago, when I drove to restock, I found this kid in a pajamas lying on the side of the road in a coma. I didn't know what to think, and rescued him as soon as his head got hot.

Yes, if you leave him in place like this, I am afraid that in the morning, he will only be able to find his remains on the operating table of the illegal black doctor.

Although it lasted for a long time after waking up, I have to say that this kid does have a lot of brute force. Relying on his identity as a lifesaver, coupled with food and housing and low wages, he hired this bastard who claimed to have amnesia without signing any contract, and took all the chores in the shop to him.

Then he found out that he made it.

He is so powerful that he never seems to be tired. He doesn’t pay much attention to food and lodging. Although he is not respectful to himself, he can basically complete the tasks assigned to him seriously. If there is any shortcoming, it is the appetite Yamato’s mouth. Too broken.

What? Salary is too low?

A suspicious illiterate who claims to have amnesia from an unknown source, who takes care of his own food and shelter, is already a saint in the world by giving 10,000 jinnies a month?

For a while, Father Jack was moved by his kindness, wiped the corner of his eyes, took out a half bottle of whiskey from under the cabinet, and took a big mouthful with his head up.

Jingle Bell!

The store door was pushed open, and a tall man wearing a black hooded tracksuit walked into the grocery store, smiled and said hello to Old Jack: "Yeah, old Jack."

"Izenabi, haven't seen me for more than two months, and the supplies are not enough?"

Father Jack wiped the wine stains on the corners of his mouth: "I really don't understand you, is there such a vigorous cultivation in the deep mountains and old forests? If you want to leave me for less than a day, I will be suffocated and suffocated to death."

The tall man known as Izenabi smiled gently, and walked to the grocery assortment shelf related to daily necessities, while selecting and saying:

"This is the mainstream practice of our school, and it's good to get used to it. By the way, when I came last time, I was catching up with your handyman clamoring to go back to my hometown. Have you recruited new people recently?"

Old Jack curled his lips: "...reluctantly."

"Really recruited?"

Izenabi looked back at the old Jack with some surprise: "How can you recruit new people with your bad reputation? Wait a minute, you're coaxing the ignorant boys from the country again."

"Apologize! Apologize to the me you imagined!"

Father Jack was furious: "This time the other party rushed to beg me and I took him in! He...oh, here he is. Heather, this is Mr. Izenabi, our old customer."

Izenabi turned his head and saw a young man who couldn't see his face, holding a pile of five boxes of sparkling water in his left and right hands, and walking steadily toward this side.

"Hi."

Heather nodded to Izenaby: "Are you a regular customer of this store? That really hurts you."

Izenabi watched the young man named Heather put ten boxes of sparkling water in front of the container with ease, as if he was holding ten boxes of foam cotton in his hands. The stacked boxes did not tremble when they were placed on the ground, and one could not help but wonder whether the boxes were stuck with glue.

The physical fitness is great, and the coordination is also very good. Only well-trained masters have this skill.

Izenabi subconsciously rubbed his stubble chin. How could such a powerful young man get ahead wherever he went, so how could he fall into the old Jack's shop and let him exploit him?

Jingle Bell!

Three men in leather jackets with the smell of alcohol broke into the grocery store, and the leading green-haired Mo Xigan scanned the situation in the store and spit out the toothpicks held at the corners of his mouth.

Father Jack yawned and waved his stubby fingers in the direction of the shelf:

"Welcome, go to the shelf to see what you want. Our store adheres to the policy of being childish, not deceiving, and cheap, and trying our best to serve our customers..."

The welcoming remarks that were memorized can no longer be said.

The swarthy muzzle was pointed directly at the red rosaceous nose of Father Jack, and the old man immediately raised his hands.

The other two red-haired broom heads and blue-haired airplane heads also took out pistols from their lower back and pointed them at Heather and Izenaby, respectively.

"It's really a broken shop, it seems to be terribly poor. Forget it, after all, it's just a run-down town in the mountains."

Green Mao Moxigan pointed the muzzle with his right hand steadily at Father Jack, and hooked his left hand: "Don't make a noise, slow the old man, roll out from behind the counter, let Laozi see your hands...very Okay, don't think of any small movements. You two, go and tie these two hapless guys together and shave them by the way."

Izenabi frowned slightly, and adjusted his body at a slight angle into an easy-to-attack posture.

These three guys are very stable with guns. It seems that they have not only made such a vote, but they are not masked and obviously do not intend to keep their mouths alive.

Because of his emotions and reason, he would not sit back and watch the old Jack and the handyman named Heather die in front of him.

Suddenly, Izenabi discovered a very strange key point-although the gun was pointed at his head, the look of fear on Jack's face was very perfunctory.

Is this still the timid old Jack? Something's wrong!

In the next moment, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes.

Accompanied by the muffled sound of three broken bones, the three robbers seemed to be hit by a locomotive head-on at almost the same time, flying directly off the ground and falling rapidly toward the rear!

The store door and the nearest shelf were smashed to pieces! Blood, wood fragments, and broken goods flew up and down in the small store, and the dull noise lasted for a long time.

Old Jack clasped his head subconsciously, and yelled after seeing what was happening around him: "Heather! You broke my father's container again! And this old shop door!"

Izenabi's expression was stiff, and even with his powerful dynamic vision, he could barely capture the afterimage of just now.

The young man named Heather, in less than half a second, struck the three robbers with heavy punches at an almost instantaneously high speed, and the force of each punch was definitely more than two tons!

Looking at the three ugly corpses, gurgling blood slowly accumulated from under the corpses, and there were two scratches on the ground with blue smoke scattered, which were traces produced when Heather's shoes rubbed against the ground at high speed.

This is definitely not a realm that ordinary humans can reach!

Izenabi subconsciously condensed [qi] into his eyes and looked at Heather who was squatting next to the shelf while talking back to old Jack while packing up the scattered goods.

Although rare, Heather's body surface is indeed covered with thin thoughts like a quiet river at this moment.

Izenabi's cold sweat finally dripped from his forehead.

Innate ability to think!

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