Douluo's opening send-off system

After truly coming into contact with the internal skills and mental methods, Han Wuyi realized how desperate he was in the past.

There is nothing wrong with the Heart Technique, it's just that I practiced it in reverse. The retrograde meridians made me go crazy many times, and the tendons ruptured again and again, which was a bloody fact.

I have to lament that the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor is really awesome. He was able to revive him again and again even though he was trying to die. It was really too difficult for him.

[Ding~ After testing, the host’s parents have died, and he meets the conditions. The 996 World Travel System is officially activated, and your system is online! 〕

Han Wuyi, who was practicing, sighed. Sure enough, he was going crazy thinking about Golden Finger. Although he had been hearing hallucinations in his previous life, he at least kept asking himself whether he wanted to bind it and gave himself suspense. As long as he didn't bind it, he wouldn't. It would be so lonely.

I didn’t expect that I would go online directly in this life, without even thinking about it.

By the way, this is his third life, right?

Will he be able to reincarnate as soon as he dies? That……

Han Wuyi looked at the case. After Uncle Yang finished wiping it, he was about to move the sword because Lu Youjie had not had time to put it back on the sword stand when he arrived.

"Snapped!"

Feeling a sudden pain on his face, Han Wuyi turned around and saw a hand-high firewood man standing on the table...

What is this ghost?

"Host, please put down that stupid idea. The host is able to travel through the system because of the system. Previously, the host's parents were still alive and could not activate the system, so there was only safety guarantee. Now the system has been activated. If the host dies again, he will no longer enjoy the safety guarantee. If you die, you die in vain!”

Looking at the stickman's mouth that turned into a triangle and then a horizontal line, Han Wuyi's lips twitched. Is this his system?

hallucinations?

"Bah! Where is the evildoer!"

There was a loud shout, the sword flashed, and the table was split into two halves with a thud. The stick figure was also split into two, turning into two pools of ink that flowed along the broken table toward the ground.

The fox-eared girl who was hiding in a certain space looked at the puppet split in two in her hand. She was stunned. She threw away the string with a frightened look on her face. She patted her chest with a sober look on her face. The two white rabbits jumped in fright. .

"The outside world is indeed very dangerous. Fortunately, I had the foresight."

Looking at the desk being trampled by Uncle Yang, Han Wuyi nodded secretly.

Now that this stinky old man has seen it, his golden finger should really be online.

I said, how could the time traveler not have a mark... Was it my system that was hacked just now? ! ! !

After calling the system several times in his mind and getting no response, his face suddenly turned pale.

His system is gone?

Was he chopped down with just one sword?

Isn’t the system invincible? Even the great god Pangu can draw blood, extract marrow, remove bones and cut flesh, with such a simple sword?

That's it?

That's it?

Can this also be called a system? Could it be that he met a fake?

Just die! Send me back first and then die!

Your strength is so bad, what a waste of time! Isn't it possible to hide in the system space?

Fox girl: "???"

"Qinghou, are you okay?"

Looking at Han Wuyi's pale and bloodless face and his shocked expression, Uncle Yang suddenly panicked. This was him feeding him shit and pee~ Bah! He was raised, what if he is frightened?

Just thinking about not being able to feed her, why do I feel a sense of loss in my heart?

Han Wuyi calmed down and said calmly: "That's the puppet I made."

"As a teacher, you are a thing! Did you read the treatise on febrile diseases and miscellaneous diseases that I gave you yesterday?"

Han Wuyi's face turned even paler: "No way! Old man, I can't even read the words and you want me to read a medical book?"

Uncle Yang's face turned dark, stinky old man?

You kid is becoming more and more lawless, and you directly clamped Han Wuyi's ears.

"You stinky old man, please let me go. Be careful that I won't support you in your old age... Master, I was wrong. Disciple, I will definitely be filial to you in the future!"

"Are you afraid now? It's too late!"

"Clap clap clap..."

Han Wuyi, who was directly pressed on his legs and spanked by Uncle Yang, covered his face in shame. He was almost 40 years old in three lifetimes, but he could still be spanked. Why couldn't he keep his mouth shut?

Has the body become smaller and the IQ also regressed?

The shame of being spanked outweighed the sadness of having a golden finger chopped off...

"Snapped!"

Under the dim oil lamp, he once again swatted an unknown mosquito to death, and threw the brush out very angrily. Before it hit the ground, the brush was thrown back the same way and hit Han Wuyi on the head.

Han Wuyi fell to the ground, closed his eyes and fainted. Finally, he no longer had to look at the painful medical book, and he no longer had to face his handwriting, which was worse than even handwriting.

squeak~

The door was pushed open, and a slender shadow dragged on Han Wuyi. He quietly opened it a crack and immediately got up, holding a medical book in one hand and a pen in the other to copy.

Putting the green bamboo in his hand behind his back, Uncle Yang closed the door expressionlessly.

In the blink of an eye, it was January again, and Han Wuyi was sitting cross-legged in the room, with his five hearts raised to the sky, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth. Suddenly, his robe bulged, and a strong wind started in the room, blowing the lamp on the table and falling to the ground. The bulging clothes The robe gradually deflated, Han Wuyi opened his eyes, and two sharp lights shot out, and a thin layer of frost suddenly formed on the bed.

A strange long sword appeared on Han Wuyi's leg. It had a blade on one side and teeth on the other. The sword body was blood red and the hilt was curved.

Han Wuyi stroked the sword gently, and the sword trembled in response.

"Xue Emperor, are you coming with me too?"

buzz~

Huang Mie responded with a series of sword sounds, and the corners of Han Wuyi's mouth raised. He would not be alone in this era.

As soon as his mind moved, Huang Mie disappeared, but Han Wuyi could still feel it, and it could appear as long as he thought about it.

Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms?

It seems that this era is prepared for me...

Pretending to be serious, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Uncle Yang standing at the door holding a book of Qianjin Fang. Han Wuyi took it with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"Look at it. I have a test tomorrow as a teacher. I will make a copy of it as a way to practice calligraphy. Your calligraphy is really..."

boom!

After closing the door, Han Wuyi fell down on the bed and was helpless. How many times had he gone to school? Is it the third time?

Oh my God! O earth! Buddha! I don't want to study! I don’t want to do my homework! ah! ah! ! !

In the blink of an eye, another eight years passed, and fourteen-year-old Han Wuyi... was beautiful and fair-skinned, Yushu Lanzhi, even wearing a sack could not hide her peerless youth.

On this day, Han Wuyi was drying medicinal materials. Uncle Yang touched his chin and asked Han Wuyi again: "Qinghou, please tell me, are you born as a girl?"

Click!

The sieve for drying medicine was crushed to pieces by Han Wuyi.

But thinking that he seemed unable to defeat this old man, he continued to expose the medicinal materials as if nothing had happened.

Sigh~ Why are you so nice to him? As a result, he had no excuse for wanting to practice the authentic Beiming Magic Kung Fu.

How about using him to insult her as an excuse to give him some medicine and suck him dry?