What if there are no inhibitors?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-

It hurts.

Song Zhiwei struggled to open his eyes, but his eyes were blurred, and he could barely see a piece of wet ground. Several people surrounded him and kicked him, and the strike was quite heavy.

And he seemed to be falling apart, and couldn't help cursing: "Which stinky bastards dare to hit me?"

A gritty voice rang above his head, saying something viciously——

"Tell you not to bring money!"

"The **** will honor Lao Tzu five times next time, do you hear me? Bitch."

Song Zhiwei's head was kicked in a daze, when did I owe someone money?

Another weak voice asked: "Is it not good for us to do this? I heard that his family is quite powerful."

"It's all right." Gong Yakou said, "I have something against him, and he dare not report on us."

They stepped harder.

Song Zhiwei curled himself up even tighter.He hadn't been beaten for a long time, and there was a faint smell of blood lingering on the tip of his nose.

It hurts, the pain is blurred...

Suddenly, a very nice male voice came out.

"It's not good for so many people to bully one."

The voice was a bit sloppy, but it managed to stop the male duck voice and the others from punching and kicking.

Song Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief.If there were a few more kicks, he was really afraid that he would die a second time.

Curious about who the good man who saved him was, Song Zhiwei raised his head, and this movement affected the muscles on his back, causing him to "hiss."

The first thing is a pair of excellent long legs.

Looking up, there is a tall man in sportswear with his hands in his pockets standing outside the crowd.I can't see my face because of the backlight.

The male duck was stunned for a moment, and then said harshly: "This is none of your business, big, academic, and bully."

A particularly mocking tone, but not so confident when listening carefully.

Han Lu put his hands in his pockets and glanced at the people curled up on the ground.

Lifting his eyelids lightly, he looked at the crowd at the male duck voice.

Although he didn't say anything, his attitude was strong and clear.

The male duck's voice was embarrassing, and his voice dropped several degrees, with real depression: "This person has no friendship with you, does he?"

He hoped that Han Lu would stop meddling in his business and leave quickly.

Han Lu said: "Everyone is from the same school, there is no need to go too far."

He knew that Du Xu and his group had been asking the "school bully" for money, but he didn't expect that it would involve beating people.

Gongyasheng didn't expect to run into an alumnus even when he was dealing with things outside the school, and he was Han Lu.

He looked hesitant, and after a while he squatted down, patted Song Zhiwei on the head, and threatened in a low voice: "Be smarter next time, you won't be as lucky every time as today, you know?"

"go!"

The group of people who beat him huffed and left. Song Zhiwei endured the pain and sat up from the ground, only in time to see a group of sloppy backs walking away slowly, shoulder to shoulder.

Well, it's been a long time since he's been bullied like this, he must...

"Don't look at people who are far away."

It was the voice that saved him.

Song Zhiwei looked up, the good guy was a young boy with handsome and three-dimensional features, clean hair and crisp clothes.

...

This dress is too refreshing.

What short-sleeved shorts to wear in winter?

But no matter what, he had to say thank you. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw the good guy make a new move.

The boy bent down, put one hand in his pocket, and lifted a palm-sized pure white lop-eared rabbit from the ground with the other.

Like all cats, lop-eared rabbits dare not move when they are held by the back of their necks.

The four short legs hang down obediently, and the two long ears droop on the sides.

The glass bead-like eyes, which are much more agile than ordinary rabbits, are looking at Song Zhiwei helplessly.

Song Zhiwei's whole body trembled, no one had ever touched his companion beast.

He didn't expect it to be this feeling of his heart being pinched loosely, itchy and uncomfortable.

He didn't even feel such a soul trembling when his lifeblood was held in his hands.

He pointed at Han Lu and yelled, "What are you doing? Let me down!"

It is the basic upbringing of the people of the empire not to touch other people's companion beasts at will.

Because touching the companion animal, its owner also has a strong feeling, which is more shameful/shameful than touching the owner's body.

Imperial peoples usually only tolerate touching by immediate family members and partners.

And this man...

This man directly caught his rabbit? !

Just living impatiently.

Han Lu was stunned for a moment, he just touched a little rabbit, why is this man so excited?

Seeing that he still dared to stand still, Song Zhiwei was furious.

As soon as the body moved, it was about to rush, but the bone made a "cracking" sound that didn't cooperate.

"Depend on."

With a pain in his waist and limbs, he suddenly lay down on the ground, looking up at the instigator angrily.

Han Lu didn't care and smiled softly: "If you had dared to look at the group of people who beat you so fiercely just now, you wouldn't have been beaten."

"Leave them alone, take care of yourself first. I warn you, if you don't let go of my rabbit, you will be at your own risk." He looked a little proud.Although he is at a disadvantage now, the words of this threat are very accurate.

He is used to playing around, which words should be accentuated with gnashing teeth, and which words should be calm and breezy, and he is very precise.

It sounds very bluffing.

Han Lu changed his movements lazily and did not put down the rabbit.

Instead, hold the rabbit with the palm of one hand, and the middle finger of the other hand strokes down from the small back of the rabbit's head, brushing the soft and delicate fur on the rabbit's back.

After rubbing it a few times, the rabbit could not stand still and lay softly on his palm.

Han Lu raised the corner of his mouth: "It's hard to see such a small rabbit."

A burst of electricity passed through Song Zhiwei's back. He stared hard and paused every word: "You, it's over." Han Lu frowned very slightly. Those who are familiar with him should know that he is in a bad mood now. A hint of sarcasm.

Of course Song Zhiwei knew what he meant.

This person just helped him out of the siege, but he spoke coldly to him.

But who told him to touch his own rabbit?

Song Zhiwei looked at him unwillingly, his eyes were red, and he was so angry that he could hear the sound of breathing out of his nostrils.

After a while, Han Lu rubbed the rabbit's fur and gently put it on the ground: "I'll give it back to you."

After putting down the rabbit, he stood up, turned and walked away without hesitation, the light stretched his figure extremely long.

Song Zhiwei put his hands on the ground: "Come softly."

The white lop-eared rabbit lying on the ground moved its ears, and ran over with its short legs hopping.Jump directly on his palm.

The companion beast is controlled by the master's mind, but just now the situation was urgent, and Ruan Ruan was worried about his safety, so he ran out uncontrollably.

Maybe not soft and uncontrollable.

It is he subconsciously seeking help from his companion beast, after all, the behavior of the companion beast represents the master's subconscious.

Song Zhiwei poked Ruanruan distressedly: "What's the use of you running out, you can't protect me."

In the spiritual world, he received soft feedback.

Ruan Ruan: Distressed, hug.

Song Zhiwei kissed its pure white rabbit fur without any impurities: "Do you know that you can't do this next time? Go back to the spiritual world and have a good rest."

The white rabbit disappeared in place.

Song Zhiwei felt that it was lying quietly in his spiritual realm, so he was relieved.

But just now, he confronted his parents stubbornly, and was hit by a car when he went out.

He doesn't want to go home stupidly and ask for help now.

He is going to find a hospital by himself.

But the environment here is a bit strange. This is a small alley, but you can still see the houses outside the alley, which are completely different from his house, in a square shape.

The scorching sun at noon poured into this uninhabited alley, and the cicadas chirped tirelessly.

Something is wrong, Song Zhiwei looked down for the terminal brain on his wrist, but found that the wrist was empty.

It won't be stolen.

Song Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat and he groped all over his pockets.

His terminal brain was gone.

What's even more strange is that it was night when he went out, it was snowing lightly, and he was wearing a down jacket.

It is noon, very hot, wearing short sleeves.

If these are not the strangest, then the strangest is——

He just seemed to speak a language he had never heard before.

But what he said was very fluent, and he could understand it completely.

Everything he wanted to say was transformed naturally, and there was no communication barrier at all.

But he opened his mouth to speak the language of his home planet, but his throat was choked and he couldn't speak, and he blushed so stiffly that his neck was thick.

The doubts in my heart were getting bigger and bigger, and a chill came up from the tailbone.

A ridiculous idea was born: he was really dead, but now his soul traveled through time.

There are three reasons. One is that under such an impact, it is impossible for him to suffer only some skin trauma.

The second is that he is now staying in a city that is very strange regardless of the climate and style, and does not seem to belong to any city on his original planet.

The third is the weirdest. He can't speak his mother tongue no matter what.

Although he has been trying to speak his mother tongue without giving up, his mouth is like a seal.

The two argued, and in the end there was only one earth-shattering "Damn." The word echoed in the alley.

Song Zhiwei limped out of the alley, and the view outside suddenly became clear, a very bustling street.

The heat wave on the street, the passing cars and pedestrians, the sound of horns and cicadas mixed together to form a mundane painting.

Secular paintings belonging to another world.

There are many things that are different from the original world, such as high-rise buildings with different styles and old-fashioned cars.

And the strange and strange and friendly language that comes to the ears from time to time.

Song Zhiwei stared blankly at everything in front of him: "Am I really time-traveling?"

Before he had time to think more, the painful ankle reminded him that the first thing to do was to find a seat to sit down.

It happened that there was a wooden bench under the sycamore tree on the street, and he limped over.My butt hurts when I sit down.

As soon as he sat down, he touched his whole body first, and only found a black brick.

He casually put the bricks on the bench, looked up at the sky——

"what!"

The wives are fucked.