A copy of Douluo's world

Na'er, Na'er...

Wei Feng was very suspicious of whether Na'er was related to that person. Thinking like this, Wei Feng's mind was a little confused for a while.

"Boss, wrap up this and this piece of clothing."

"Okay, a total of two thousand eight federal coins."

Carrying the wrapped clothes and shoes, Wei Feng walked out of the children's clothing store full of thoughts.

What's going on? If it's really that Na'er, she shouldn't be here.

Suddenly, Wei Feng, who was immersed in walking, found several figures blocking the intersection of the street. Some of the hairless ones looked familiar. They were the gangsters whose hair was cut off by Wei Feng. There was also one who looked like he was not a good guy at first glance. The scarred face looked at Wei Feng with a ferocious smile.

"Hey, the kid looks pretty good. He will definitely fetch a good price."

"Human trafficker?" Wei Feng's chaotic thoughts calmed down instantly. His feelings came to him for revenge.

Human traffickers deserve to be damned, no matter what the reason is, they deserve to be damned!

These people are bad, bad to the core, and they are so bad that they cannot be communicated in human language. For these things, just let them die.

In an instant, Wei Feng became murderous and put the handbag in his hand in the corner. Wei Feng looked at the four people in front of him and asked, "Are you motherless?"

Scarface's smiling face instantly turned cold. He squinted at Wei Feng and said, "Boy, don't force me. You won't be worth anything if I break you."

Wei Feng released the magic knife, looked up and looked down at Scarface, and still repeated, "Don't you have a mother?"

"Boy, you are courting death."

Scarface was obviously irritated by Wei Feng's tone and eyes, and he immediately released his martial spirit, and a yellow stick appeared in Scarface's hand.

White and yellow, two soul rings floated beside Scarface. In Douluo Continent, the most direct way to judge a person's strength is to look at the number of his soul rings. Of course, this is a general situation.

At least level [-] soul power, Wei Feng chuckled, turned around and ran away while quickly dialing his uncle's phone number.

"Hey, uncle, some dealers are blocking me in Yangjia Alley."

Although Wei Feng is a genius and has a lot of innate soul power, facing an adult man with two soul rings, especially when the opponent bullies the younger man, it is simply too shameless.

If the four were ordinary people, Wei Feng would not panic at all, but the soul master is different. Each level of soul power will significantly strengthen the soul master's body. A big soul above level [-] has two soul rings. Master, facing a soul master with tenth level soul power and no soul ring, it was simply crushing.

"Boy, don't try to run!"

The scarred face suddenly swung the stick in his hand. The moment the white soul ring lit up, the stick suddenly grew several meters long and directly swept Wei Feng in the distance to the ground.

Wei Feng's ankle was swept away and his center of gravity became unstable. He immediately rolled forward to resolve the impact of landing, but just for a moment, the scarred face had already caught up with him.

Wei Feng's back was facing Scar's face, and the action of swinging the knife in his hand was blocked by his arms, so taking advantage of the gap in vision, Wei Feng swung the knife back fiercely.

clang!

Scarface had the upper hand in soul power and his body reaction was fast enough. Wei Feng's insidious knife was blocked by Scarface with his stick.

"Damn, that's difficult."

Scarface cursed, and then slapped Wei Feng on the shoulder with a stick.

Wei Feng suddenly felt a sharp pain, and his entire left shoulder became numb and lost consciousness.

However, with his blood boiling over, Wei Feng gritted his teeth and held on to the stick, and then his eyes revealed a ferocious intensity, and the magic knife plunged straight into Scarface's abdomen.

Wei Feng used both of his feet hard, and he threw himself on Scar's body with the magic knife. Scar's stick hit Wei Feng's head crazily, and Wei Feng did not let go.

"Let go, you little beast!"

Wei Feng's knife was not fatal for the time being, but if it was not bandaged in time, he would bleed to death.

Scarface's younger brothers came over one after another and tried to pull Wei Feng off Scarface's body, but no matter how he tried, Wei Feng's knife was stuck firmly in Scarface's body and refused to let go. Instead, Scarface's body was left with wounds. With the movements of several people, the tear became even greater.

In just a few dozen seconds, Scarface fell to the ground with a pale face, unable to maintain his martial spirit, so he took it back.

puff.

Wei Feng, who was covered in blood, finally pulled out the knife from Scarface, and then he drew the knife at the remaining three people and cursed: "Thanks to your grandpa, I let you go. People like you, since you can't If you want to change, go down below and repent slowly."

When the three gangsters saw this, they started to fight with all their strength. They all rushed towards Wei Feng, completely replacing injuries with a life-threatening style.

"Ahem, these motherless losers." Wei Feng's eyes were covered with blood, and he could only see a gap. The gangsters in the gap were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"breeze."

A familiar voice came from the street, and Wei Feng finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell down.

In a daze, Wei Feng found himself lying in the sea, like a lonely boat, drifting leisurely in the wind and waves.

"Old Wei, Old Wei..."

Wei Feng struggled to open his eyelids, only to find a big face appeared in the sky, which seemed to be his childhood friend Sun Yue.

"What, you've traveled through time too?" Wei Feng muttered and asked.

"It's you, you traveled through time and entered my book."

Sun Yue said anxiously: "Do you still remember my fan fiction? Now the protagonist is you."

"What?" Wei Feng suddenly woke up, stood up and asked, "Can I still go back?"

Sun Yue smiled bitterly and said: "I can't go back, but don't worry, brother, you are the protagonist in my book. You completely overshadow the original protagonist. Wait for me to play a few more tricks for you to ensure that you can get away with it. The water rises.”

Wei Feng didn't care about hanging at all, he cared more about the truth.

"Wait, why did I travel here? Do you know anything?"

Sun Yue said: "If I knew, I would have traveled in time myself. What's the matter with you?"

Wei Feng said speechlessly: "You are really my damn good brother."

Sun Yue said: "It turns out you have read the novel. I will push Tang Wulin for you. I will finish Tang San for you. I will finish it for you. The rest is up to you. Don't die, brother, I can't enter this world anymore. Remember, the biggest boss in the abyss..."

As Sun Yue's voice disappeared, Wei Feng was still looking at the sky blankly. The amount of information was a bit large and he needed to digest it.

In the real world, a young man living in a rental house was staring at the uneditable words on the computer and muttering to himself: "That's all I can help, the rest is up to you."

Although he signed the contract, from now on the editing is restricted, the plot of the novel is automatically generated, and the protagonist is still his brother. When such a bizarre thing happened to him, Sun Yue didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.