The Righteous Player(s)

However, it is different from all previous nightmares.

After hearing the introduction, Annan did not wake up immediately, nor did he hear it.

It's like a ghost press... His consciousness has gradually recovered, but he still can't open his eyes and his body can't move.

There seems to be a big fire burning around.

The crackling sound of burning wood came from time to time, and smoke filled the surroundings. Annan could smell the burnt smell... it wasn't just the smell of burnt wood.

Annan vaguely felt someone standing in front of his bed, breathing heavily in the fire.

At this moment, in the midst of the smoke, Annan reluctantly opened his eyes.

With tears in his eyes, he vaguely saw a thin figure facing him, holding up the axe held in both hands——

The next moment, Annan suddenly woke up.

He felt the extremely energetic sunshine.

Like a solar charging panel, Annan quickly regained his vitality under the shining of the sun.

He raised his head and looked along the sunlight.

The huge sunset hung on the horizon, emitting brilliant golden brilliance.

And Annan himself was in the wheat field.

The wind was blowing in the wheat field, slowly turning under the golden sunset.

For some reason... the surging waves of wheat suddenly reminded Annan of the appearance of golden retriever fur surging in the wind.

Annan checked himself.

He unexpectedly discovered that although it was a nightmare at the alien level, what Annan used was not his own body.

His limbs were dry, thin and dark, and his skin was a little loose. His clothes are simple and plain, with a **** beside him.

It can be seen from this that the role I play now should be an old farmer...

The main mission still did not appear, and the import plot did not happen.

This map is too empty...

An Nan thought in his heart, holding his **** and stood up and looked around.

He quickly saw that this endless wheat field was extending to the east infinitely. And not far from the sunset in the west, there is a small village that is not too large... You can even see the smoke slowly rising and dissipating in the air.

Just when Annan stared in that direction blankly.

Behind Annan, someone suddenly slapped him with care.

"Yo, Arbor."

A slightly frivolous voice came: "What are you looking at?"

Annan turned around and was shocked.

Behind him, shouting to himself was a young man with withered yellow hair, who looked only in his early twenties.

But what made Annan notice... his face was exactly the same as himself!

Did your body reach him?

Soon Annan realized that it was wrong.

It is not so much that he looks exactly like himself... it is better to say that he looks like "Annan in his twenties." Although Annan is one year older, he is still too tender.

This person's face looked similar to Annan's "adult version" of Annan in another alien-level nightmare before.

...But how should he be called?

Annan thought, but he directly replied: "What are you doing here?"

"Of course to see the sun."

The young man replied graciously: "Don't you think this sunset is beautiful, Uncle?"

"It's really beautiful."

Annan nodded and agreed.

"It would be great if we could see such a sunset tomorrow."

The youth murmured.

"what?"

Annan asked.

He actually heard it, but Annan decided that he still had to ask—from the other party's response, he could knock out some information.

The youth just shook his head at this: "Nothing."

"Where are you going back?"

Annan asked.

"Go to sister."

The young man thought for a while and replied, "Go to her for dinner."

"Then take me one?"

Annan asked tentatively.

"Do you have anything else to do today?"

The young man asked rhetorically.

Annan paused.

"there is none left."

He replied.

After that, he didn't wait for Annan to say anything.

The scene where Annan is located is automatically switched.

From the wheat field, suddenly moved to the inside of the building.

——It's like entering the settlement stage.

Annan watched the surroundings for the first time.

There is no TV, but there are old-fashioned refrigerators and radios. It is certain that it should be in the modern era of the earth; there are a few well-kept ornamental plants in the corner, and the living room in which there is no bed...It should not be that very kind. Small apartment.

A large round table occupies more than half of the room. There are eight seats around the round table. From the size of the seat to the table, it looks like the size of a ten-person hotel room.

There are windows on the west side outside, and the angle is just right to see the golden sunset outside.

The door of the room was wooden, and there was noisy noise outside. It sounded like the feeling when relatives chatted loudly in the corridor, giving people a feeling of enthusiasm and headache.

There are many pieces of paper on the wall beside Annan, and it seems that there is something written on it...

But Annan can’t check it.

The door to the room opened.

Three people outside entered the room together.

One is an old woman in a metal wheelchair wearing a white velvet hat; one is a thin child who looks only twelve or three years old; the other is a strong man pushing a wheelchair with a sense of calmness-he looks exceptional His arms are even thicker than human thighs.

And what they have in common is.

The old woman, the little boy, the strong man... Each of them had the same face as Annan.

In other words, it is the face that Annan should have when he is in a different status.

"Yellow hair!"

The old woman sitting in a wheelchair with her head tilted, she shouted as soon as she entered the door: "You have to come to work tomorrow if you say anything!"

... Is he really called Huang Mao?

Annan was taken aback.

"Good good, old lady."

Huang Mao, with his legs resting on the table, said impatiently: "Sure, I will definitely go back to work tomorrow.

"Right, tinker!"

Huang Mao said, turned over and sat up from the table: "You show me this... he won't turn my watch."

His gross behavior caused the candlestick on the table to sway and almost fell over. The brawny man on the side steadily held down the candlestick for the first time and put it back.

Huang Mao took off the mechanical watch on his left wrist and handed it to the thin child.

The child took the watch, checked it, and asked in a professional manner: "When did it stop turning?"

"When I saw it this afternoon, he stopped turning. But I'm sure it was turned yesterday!"

Huang Mao affirmed: "Rewind its time to yesterday."

"alright."

The child said so, reaching out and pressing on the watch.

Under Annan's gaze-the hands of this watch remained motionless for a while, and then suddenly began to reverse. After turning to point at five forty-five, it finally stopped.

"I recovered to this time yesterday."

"The tinker" replied, "Is there anything bad?"

"No more, no more," the yellow-haired hippie sat down again with a smile, and set his legs up on the table again. Then it suddenly occurred to me to add: "Thank you, tinker."

At this moment, the door opened again.

A fat pregnant woman who went straight for at least 300 kilograms, complained loudly and squeezed in the door with difficulty: "Doctor, I feel very uncomfortable recently... Am I going to give birth?"

"Let me see, madam."

The brawny man quickly answered in a deep voice.

He pushed the old woman's wheelchair to the table, then turned around and helped the fat pregnant woman to sit by the table. Because of her obesity, she took the seat of two people alone.

——This brawny man is actually a doctor?

Annan was a little surprised~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I saw that the strong man gently touched the pregnant woman's abdomen, and then calmly withdrew his hand: "The due date is tomorrow.

"Eat less today and get a good night's sleep... At this time tomorrow, it's almost time to give birth."

Tomorrow, tomorrow again...

Annan thought.

These people seem to have abilities about time. And they all seem to have something to do with "tomorrow"...

Old man, old woman, Huang Mao, doctor, tinker, lady, plus sister who is cooking.

There should be another talent right.

Annan patiently waited for the last guest, and cast his gaze on the note on the wall.