Dimensionality Reduction Rolling [Quick Travel]

Li Dali thought that death was the end, but when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was still conscious.

There is a "hanging forest" in front of him.

He named it himself, because there are a lot of hanging ropes that form a circle at the bottom, especially like the ropes used for hanging.

Aunt Zhao and the village chief he knew were being hung upside down there.

Li Dali thought angrily: If this is hell, why arrest them, they are good people!Aunt Zhao often went to tell the people in the cellar to "resign to fate", telling them to marry a chicken as a chicken and a dog as a dog, and not to dislike the poverty of Dashu Village.Three years ago, when Dilong turned over, the bitch took the opportunity to run away. It was Zhao Auntie who rushed up to scratch her nose a few times and made her nose bleed, so the village didn't lose 8000 yuan.

As for the village head... There is no village head, but the people in Dashu Village have wives and big fat boys to hug them!

The good man was cut off by the tongue-long ghost with a sword, his skin and internal organs were cut, and the ground was stained red with blood.The bad guys occupy the world and slaughter wantonly.Is there any law of heaven, is there any law of kings!

"Ahhhhhhh, help! I was wrong! I was wrong! I won't dare again!"

The village chief screamed, and the little ghosts laughed "hee hee hee hee", which scared Li Dali to the knees.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, Tathagata Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, I, Li Dali, keep burning incense every day. Now there are monsters who want to harm me. I beg the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanyin, come and save me!"

"Hee hee hee hee, what's the use of begging Avalokitesvara, he can't control hell."

The kid with the long tongue crawled out of the "hanging forest", rolled his ankles with his tongue, and dragged him into the forest.

"Not to mention, you were sent by the Lord Judge himself, even if the Tathagata Buddha is here, it won't work. Hehehehe, come and enjoy the slaughter hell hehehehe——"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

hum-

Jiang Xingxiu looked down at his phone.

"Xia An: Xiu'er, haven't you come back from the toilet yet? It's almost twelve o'clock, how about Mung Dou and I start first?"

Jiang Xingxiu typed quickly——

"Jiang Xingxiu: I'll be right back! Don't call the pen fairy!"

Two bear children, in this plane that is classified as a "spiritual city", can the pen fairy play casually!

[System, send.Address: The innermost bathroom on the sixth floor of the dormitory building in Building A. 】

sizzle-

A string of currents passed through, and Jiang Xingxiu turned into data snowflakes and disappeared from the alley.

Jiang Xingxiu pulled the latch of the toilet door and went out, returning to dormitory 622.

The dormitory is said to be a four-person room, and the lower bunk next to the door on the left is used for school leave. At present, there are only three people left in the dormitory.

"I haven't seen you come back for half an hour, I thought you fell into the toilet." Xia An Tuo Tuo glasses, "Sit down."

He has set the "stage".

After the college entrance examination, I didn’t throw away the 2B pencils for college use, the A4 white paper sold in the school’s small shop, and the candles that were lit to create a weird atmosphere.

"Okay." Jiang Xingxiu sat aside and explained, "I'm constipated."

Xia An: "Did you eat too much hot pot these two days and get angry?"

"Yeah, recently I plan to eat two cucumbers to reduce the fire."

Jiang Xingxiu unscrewed the mineral water on the table and poured it into his mouth.

"Eating cucumbers is worse than eating mung bean soup." The 'Mung Bean' squatting on the upper bunk looked at him with natural green eyes, "Do you want mung bean soup? I'll cook a bucket for you!"

"Come on, brother. But when did you buy the pot?"

"Do you need a pot? When I take a bath tomorrow, I will leave a bucket of bath water. You can drink it at ease, there is still enough."

"Get lost." Jiang Xingxiu laughed and cursed, and the mineral water bottle was thrown at him, "If you call mung bean, it means mung bean soup, then we will call you Wannian Ganoderma lucidum, and we will sell Ganoderma lucidum soup in the cafeteria tomorrow! 500 yuan a bowl!"

"Ah~"

Hei rumbling, only Mung Dou's pretended screams were heard.

"Xiu'er, you are so cruel." He climbed down from the upper bunk, "No, no, I want to ask Bixian whether our Xiu'er is the reincarnation of the ruthless emperor."

"Go! The Ruthless Emperor is a woman!"

"It's normal for a woman to be reincarnated as a man." Mung Dou rubbed her shoulder blades, "You bring me a portion of lunch tomorrow, and now please call me the one-armed hero."

"Don't rub it, it's the other way around, what I'm throwing is on your left."

Mung Bean changed from being good to being left-handed.

Because Mung Dou insisted on cutting off his hand, Jiang Xingxiu was the one who cooperated with Xia An in holding the pen.

According to the steps, they held the pens and called softly: "Pen Xian Bi Xian, I am your life, if you want to continue your relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper."

The pen moves gently.

The thick curtains seem to be blown by the wind, and the wind is like an ant with bones, cold into the cracks in the bones.

Jiang Xingxiu: "Ah!"

"Be careful, don't drop the pen." Xia An looked at the paper nervously - the drawn circle was not skewed.

He looked at Jiang Xingxiu approvingly.

Sneezing belongs to sneezing, and it doesn't affect business.

Jiang Xingxiu smiled at him, her heart beating steadily.

It's better not to tell him that the pen fairy is holding his hand.

Xia An: "Are you a pen fairy? Tick or cross."

Seeing the tick on the paper, Xia An's throat rolled, and the faint candlelight illuminated his hesitation: "Excuse me, my sister..."

After pausing for ten seconds, he glanced at Jiang Xingxiu and Mung Dou: "You guys ask first, I'll ask last, I'm a little nervous."

Mung Dou rubbed her hands together: "Then it's up to me!"

"Bi... Bixian, will my old house be demolished?" Mung Dou looked around, took a breath, and asked with fear and anticipation.

Press the pen down and lift it up.

"Yeah!" Mung Dou pointed out two fingers, smiling happily.

Jiang Xingxiu: "Is it demolition within this year?"

cross.

"next year?"

cross.

"The next year?"

cross.

"Five years?"

cross.

"ten years?"

cross.

"Year 20?"

hook.

Mung Dou's voice trembled: "Xiu'er, are you a devil!"

Jiang Xingxiu patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, 20 years later, you will be middle-aged, just right for you to gain weight."

In an instant, in Mung Dou's eyes, Jiang Xingxiu became even more detestable than the homeroom teacher who confiscated his game console in junior high school.

Xia An clutched her stomach tightly, laughing silently.

The 20-year-old boys are full-blooded, the least believe in ghosts and gods, and have no sense of awe.

In the fate line seen by the judge, Xia An was drained of blood and painted with the word "burial" in big characters; mung beans were strung through the human body from the Tianling cover by a clothes-drying pole, and his scorched body was twisted into twists; as for his... original fate Among them, there is no "Jiang Xingxiu", he belongs to the traverser, a person who is directly embedded in this timeline by the system and generated out of thin air.

It is also very strange for the pen fairy to kill them.

Originally, Jiang Xingxiu thought that during the process of inviting the pen fairy, they violated taboos, such as asking how the pen fairy died, or accidentally dropped the pen, which caused the pen fairy to go into a frenzy.But now...

Jiang Xingxiu looked up and stared at Bixian. He was wearing make-up, and he was wearing a kimchi country costume, which was tucked into his trousers.

The judge's divine power surged.

The virtual book of life and death flipped through.

"He Bainian, aged 36, died of falling off a cliff. He was born in Huangni Village, Luzhou. When he was six years old, his parents died in a shipwreck, and his guardian became his aunt. At the age of 16, he immigrated to Kimchi Country with his aunt. In the next 20 years, he never returned to grow flowers. Home."

Oh, immigrant, no wonder that face looks so much like a flower grower.