The Eternals Who Travel the Worlds

Three buns, one for each person.

Not really hungry at all.

After eating the buns, Duan Jianhui asked: "Aren't you a homeless person? Where did you get the money to buy the buns?"

"I didn't buy this bun." Lu Yan said.

When he came back, he saw a student running anxiously into the school and throwing the uneaten buns into the trash can.

He picked it up and felt it was quite warm, so he brought it back for everyone to eat.

"???"

…

afternoon.

The temperature in midsummer is very muggy, and the chirping of cicadas is a bit unbearable.

None of them went out.

Lu Yan was lying on the sofa holding Duan Jianhui's mobile phone and playing with it with gusto.

He is now very interested in this thing called a mobile phone.

After living for so long, this was the first time he saw such a magical thing, just a small box, with so much information hidden inside.

Some forums, news, movies, etc.

He could know the major events in the world without leaving home, and he searched for "Death is Coming," but he didn't expect that world to be a movie.

The content told in the movie is what happened in that world, but he did not exist.

He was so absorbed in his mobile phone that he didn't realize that Duan Jianhui was so bored that he almost fell asleep.

Duan Jianhui lay on the table and looked at Lu Yan. It was strange to say that this guy named Lu Yan, although there seemed to be nothing wrong with his brain, was always interested in some common things.

just like.

Never seen anything like these?

…

Lu Yan frowned.

He saw a post on the forum claiming to be an equestrian enthusiast.

The poster of that post was asking what the reincarnation system was. According to the poster, he was transported to the world of Liangjian by the reincarnation system, and he happened to hear the leader shouting for the cavalry company to charge.

Fortunately, he recognized that this was a scene about the destruction of a cavalry company, and secretly ran away on horseback. He hid in Tibet and finally returned to the real world after seven days.

The comments below the post are all mocking the poster for his brain problems.

But Lu Yan doesn't think so. He knows that the reincarnation system is real.

So I am not the only owner of the reincarnation system?

Is it randomly bound to the host, or are there any other criteria for judging it?

Lu Yan clicked on the comment and prepared to inquire carefully.

But the post suddenly disappeared.

The interface changes to 404.

He pointed to the phone and asked Duan Jianhui what was going on.

"Maybe the post has been deleted. There are cyber police on the Internet, and they can't say anything."

Duan Jianhui answered truthfully.

Lu Yan nodded clearly. He could understand this. Although this was the freest era for public speech he had ever seen, there were still things that couldn't be said.

He had seen the literary prison of the Ming Dynasty.

He searched for the reincarnation system on the forum, and many posts popped up, but they were not what he was looking for.

Have they all been deleted?

Lu Yan thought silently.

…

For several days, nothing happened.

Peng Zhi and Duan Jianhui would go out in the evening and come back early in the morning. Occasionally they seemed to be injured when they came back. They said they were at work.

There is no movement in the reincarnation system either.

I don’t know how long it will take until the next time I experience the world.

In the past few days, Lu Yan had almost understood some basic conditions of this era.

It would not lead to such criminal behavior as breaking open the window glass to get something.

During this period of time, he had seen many posts about the reincarnation system on the forum, but the posts would disappear after a short period of time.

It seems as if there is a mysterious force monitoring the network 24 hours a day.

The three of them had dinner.

Duan Jianhui and Peng Zhi slumped on the sofa, clutching their bulging bellies.

"Lu Yan, your skills are enough to open a restaurant." Peng Zhi admired.

Lu Yan smiled implicitly and said, "It's not bad. By the way, what about you, are you going to work?"

Sudden silence.

After a while, Duan Jianhui laughed twice: "What class are you in? It's so comfortable to play."

"Too."

Lu Yan's tone was still so kind.

Bang bang bang!

The knock on the door didn't sound very welcome.

"I'll open the door." Peng Zhi stood up and walked to the door, cursing as he walked: "Come on, come on, who is calling the ghost!"

Opening the door, there were three burly men standing at the door.

The leader had a bald head, which seemed to have been waxed and was so smooth that it reflected light.

The bald man looked at Peng Zhi and grinned.

A slap hit Peng Zhi on the shoulder, making Peng Zhi tremble.

"Haha, Xiaozhi, what's the matter? Have you forgotten about me recently?"

"Brother Da Biao, you smoke, come in and sit down for a while?"

Peng Zhi dutifully took out the cigarette case and handed it to the three big men in front of him.

The three of them took Peng Zhi's cigarettes, pushed him away and walked into the room.

"Hey, Xiaohui is here too. Who is this friend?"

Brother Da Biao came to the kitchen and boiled a pot of water with a kettle, and then Dam Jin Dao had to sit on the sofa.

Lu Yan sat obediently on the stool with a kind expression: "Hello, my name is Lu Yan."

Brother Da Biao felt that this person seemed a bit weird, but he didn't pay much attention to it and turned to look at Duan Jianhui and Duan Jianhui.

"What have you two been doing lately? Why are your performance in Heaven and Earth so poor?"

Brother Da Biao's tone sounded a little unkind.

"Brother Da Biao, there weren't many customers at the place we were watching, and people from the Qinglong Gang have come to cause trouble these days." Peng Zhi felt a little aggrieved.

Duan Jianhui also echoed: "Yes, Brother Da Biao, the more troubles you make, the guests won't like to come."

The water in the kettle boiled, and Brother Da Biao stood up and walked over with the kettle in hand.

The two of them were a little confused.

"So why did I ask you two gangsters to watch the show?" After Brother Da Biao finished speaking, before the two of them could reply, he hit Peng Zhi on the forehead with the water bottle in his hand.

With a scream, Peng Zhi fell to the ground. His forehead was a big red, not sure whether it was from being hit by the kettle or being burned.

He was curled up on the ground, shaking non-stop. His hands subconsciously wanted to protect his forehead, but he was worried that touching the wound would hurt him.

"Brother Da Biao..." Duan Jianhui came to Peng Zhi's side and looked at his miserable condition with fear in his heart.

"Kneel down." Brother Da Biao said lightly.

thump!

Duan Jianhui knelt before him without hesitation.

Brother Da Biao stretched out the kettle in front of the two of them and tilted it slightly. The boiling hot water formed a column of water and poured onto the ground. The steam rose and the splashing water droplets made the two of them subconsciously avoid it.

"do not move."

The two of them immediately did not dare to move.

He saw that the hot water pouring out of the kettle had almost reached Duan Jianhui's knees.

"It's not good for you to treat them like this."

Lu Yan actually didn't have much interest in taking care of this kind of thing.

Just like when Duan Jianhui and his wife came back, they were injured, but he didn't take the initiative to ask about it, saying that he wanted to help them seek justice.

But he couldn't do it by letting him watch the people he knew being bullied in front of him.