You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

fall.

In the bottomless trench, in the endless darkness, what kind of monsters are dormant.

He couldn't move his limbs, as if he was tied with a heavy iron ball, and he couldn't open his eyes.

But the terrifying fall is still going on, and the deep sea, which has never seen the sun all year round, opens its huge mouth, quietly waiting for the prey to approach, and then swallows it in one bite.

He struggled, screaming in his consciousness, like a dragonfly tightly entangled in a spider's web, trying to break free, but unable to resist the bound body.

……What's wrong with me?

She was fine before going to bed, why did she suddenly wake up after half asleep, and only the consciousness woke up, but the body did not wake up.

Saturday was so anxious that he wanted to turn his body to wake himself up completely, but his body seemed to be out of his control, and he slumped heavily in place, motionless.

How to do……

Who can help me?

Suddenly, a pair of broad and strong palms supported him up.

He sat up with his upper body, and leaned against a buckwheat husk pillow that was erected behind him. The texture was neither soft nor hard, just right.

who is it?What's wrong with me?

Dazed Saturday.

Although falling asleep in the middle of the night and suddenly being lifted up by someone was scary, but on Saturday, I felt that the person's movements were very gentle and careful, and he was definitely not a bad person.

What happened next was a little embarrassing.

The man stuffed a towel around his neck, then pressed something wet to his lips, and made a sound like feeding a child: "Ah, open your mouth."

It's Chen Ke!

The voice was so familiar that Saturday's heart skipped a beat.

Did he return to the real world?

"Today is porridge with diced mushrooms, eat more mushrooms, it's good for your health." Chen Ke babbled while forcing the spoon into his mouth.

Chen Ke Chen Ke Chen Ke, can you hear me, it's Saturday!

On Saturday, I shouted in my heart, but I could only obediently hold the spoon in my mouth. I swallowed the porridge on a conditioned reflex, and my stomach warmed up quickly, and my limbs were not as heavy as before.

Feeling that the spoon was about to be pulled out of his mouth, Saturday held the spoon hard.

"Why..." Chen Ke felt resistance in his hands, and he looked at the patient on the bed in surprise.

Half of the young man's face was covered with gauze, his eyes were drooping, his breathing was light, and he was still unconscious after the serious injury.

However, the lips with the spoon in their mouths were tender and tender. They had just been moistened by the warm porridge, and they were still slightly glistening at this moment.

Chen Ke stared at the lips, leaned forward slightly, pinched Zhou Yan's jaw with one hand, and pressed his thumb accurately on the depression under the lips, where there was an acupuncture point that could relax the jaw.

With a soft "boo", the spoon was pulled out.

The young man seemed to have blushed suddenly because of the noise, and his cheeks had a lovely blush.

Chen Ke was taken aback, and tentatively called, "Zhou Yan?"

The youth did not respond.

"It's an illusion again." Chen Ke shook his head and smiled wryly.

On Saturday, when a spoonful was forcibly taken out, I woke up suddenly.

He opened his eyes and found that the sky was bright, and there was no spoon, let alone Chen Ke beside the bed, and he was lying on his back on the bed, just like usual.

Saturday couldn't help touching his mouth. The feeling of pulling the spoon out of his mouth was so real that he always felt that it wasn't a dream...

On Saturday, I got up and got dressed while thinking about buying a new phone today.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed a hot object casually, and it was still elastic.

Saturday startled: "Oops!"

He kicked hard, only to hear the sound of "Kutong", and someone fell heavily from the bed.

Staring at the side of the bed on Saturday, he already realized that this is not his bed, let alone his room, but a strange... dormitory, a big bed that can sleep seven or eight people is placed under the wall, and there is a wall on the opposite wall. Row of wardrobes, it looks like an old-fashioned dormitory.

Now there are still a few men on the Chase bunk who are sleeping soundly, all over the place, some are hugging the arms next door, some are pressing the legs next to them, the sound of grinding teeth, snoring, smacking lips, and the smell of men's sweat all over the room. Nearly passed out on Saturday.

what's going on? ?

[The [-]st freshmen of Cultivation Academy, there are only eight people.

[At this moment, they are still sleeping soundly, dreaming of success for themselves to stand out from the one-in-a-million primary election. After half a month of trials, these eight people are exhausted.

[However, they don't know that just today, the legendary final selection? The placement test will be ushered in.

"???" Saturday looked confused, listening to the familiar voice-over—Chen Ke's voice again.

It's just that this time, Chen Ke's voice was very calm, without any emotional fluctuations, and he was just stating some facts.

"Am I wearing it again?" Saturday covered his forehead, "Wouldn't it be in Chen Ke's diary again..."

And the final selection? What happened to the placement test?Xueba was a little concerned on Saturday.

"Well……"

The man who was kicked out of bed by Saturday rubbed his head, climbed up from the bed, reached out and grabbed Saturday's ankle, and said with a smile: "A Liu, your sleeping position is really bad."

Staring blankly at this person on Saturday—who is this?do not know!

"What's the matter?" The man covered Saturday's body, put his hands on Saturday's waist, and moved forward lightly. His young and strong body formed a small space, trapping Saturday in it, in an intimate manner , needless to say.

"It's rare to see you with such a blank expression." The man reached out and touched Saturday's chin, then pinched it, placing his thumb just in the depression under his lip.

The familiar touch made Saturday suddenly think of the scene in the dream where Chen Ke was feeding him porridge.

"Ah, don't talk about it, I have to sleep for a while." The man yawned, turned over and fell into the bed with a "boom", rolled up the quilt, and fell asleep quickly with his back facing Saturday. Hear the sound of breathing only in deep sleep.

What the hell?

On Saturday, he got up in a daze, and quickly picked up the folded coat beside his pillow. This is a set of black long-sleeved trousers. Thunderlane, except for the baggy waistband, I don't know if I took the wrong clothes of a classmate with a big belly on Saturday.

He tied his trousers in a knot and quickly left the smoky dormitory wearing this strange outfit.

Outside is a large courtyard, quiet and quiet, with ancient eaves flying upwards, and exquisite animal heads slid down, against the bright sky, making Saturday feel like traveling to ancient times.

Time travel to... ancient times?

That would be too bad!In ancient times, there were no mobile phones, let alone wii, which means that the channel for him to communicate with Chen Ke was completely cut off.

At the thought of this possibility, Saturday panicked in my heart.

He tried to calm down, telling himself not to be intimidated by nothing, and to find out the surrounding situation first.

The red-painted gates leading to the outside of the big yard were tightly closed, only a small door on one side was opened. When I opened the door on Saturday, I found a bigger courtyard outside, with green pines and cypresses, empty and deserted, only birds. Ming bursts.

Completely panicked on Saturday, he ran quickly along the gravel road for a while, and suddenly stopped.

He saw cement and cobblestone "scatter," a slick in the ground just below the eaves, a structure used to protect building foundations from rain.

Cement, that is certainly not ancient.

Saturday couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Now, the most urgent task is to find a place with internet access, but there doesn't seem to be any in this compound.

On Saturday, I walked along the gravel road to the main road. The vegetation in front of me seemed to be at the gate.

A loud roar of the engine made Saturday happy, and he immediately walked to the door, wanting to push the door to go out.

"Who are you?" A clear voice came. Looking back on Saturday, he found that it was a little boy with a single-word braid on his head. Youyuan, completely unlike the eyes a child should have.

The little boy was standing on a rock on the top of the rockery with one foot, and his body was very stable.

Amazing.Think Saturday.

"I am..." Saturday didn't know who he was now.

"A new student? You can't go out today." The little boy said blankly. He curled up his left leg, put his foot against the heel of his right leg, then bounced it back, folded it back to the right, and put his foot directly on his head. back.After completing this series of acrobatic moves, the little boy slowly took a breath.

I was dumbfounded on Saturday.

"What are you looking for, I'll tell you where to find it." Although the little boy had a cold face, he was very helpful.

"Thank you... I wonder where I can get online?"

"Here." The little boy threw something and hurriedly caught it on Saturday. He saw that it was a mobile phone. He thought that the little boy was so good at kung fu that he must have lived in isolation, but he didn't expect to have a mobile phone.

"The Wii signal of the Cultivation Academy is not very good, you just use it." The little boy changed to a difficult position, and told Saturday.

"Thank you!" Turning on the little boy's cell phone on Saturday, he found on the screensaver a fairy-like figure with white hair and Tsing Yi, looking very chic. He didn't want to pry into other people's privacy, so he quickly opened Penguin and logged into his account. Sent a video invite.

"The author is big, call the author big." Saturday lowered his voice.

"..." As soon as Chen Ke heard Saturday's faintly excited voice, he knew that there was trouble again, "Got it, please tell me."

"There are thousands of thoughts and I don't know where to talk about it."

"Start from the worst."

On Saturday, I felt that Chen Ke was simply a god, and he knew things like a god.

"I traveled again, and now I'm in a compound. They say it's called the Cultivation Academy."

"Cultivation Academy?" Chen Ke was taken aback, "Is there any other information?"

"I slept on an eight-seater bunk, and a voice-over reminded me that there was a placement test today."

Saturday obviously lowered his voice, but he always felt that the little boy next to him kept glancing at him after hearing the "placement test".

"What's your name now?" Chen Ke gripped the phone tightly.

"My name is Saturday."

"No, what's your name in the Cultivation Academy? Is there someone named Feng Zixuan in your shop?"

Feng Zixuan? ?

On Saturday, I understood a little bit. Chen Ke has been nervous for so long, and he probably passed through the main storyline of "Urban Cultivation: Wastewood Counterattack" that Chen Ke is currently updating!

"I don't know either. Some people call me Ah Liu. I don't have a name tag." Saturday looked down at his chest, "So far, I haven't heard a single name."

"Have you seen any weird people? I don't know the name, so just describe their appearance." Chen Ke asked further.

"...Uh, yes, the owner of this phone is a six or seven-year-old kid with a pigtail, but he looks very good at kung fu."

The little boy next to him started staring at Saturday.

"He noticed me..." Saturday was a little nervous.

"Xiyu?" Chen Ke was surprised, "That's the teacher of the Xiuzhen Academy. If I guessed correctly, you are now in the prehistory of the book I have in hand. The prehistory is about Feng Zixuan's childhood in the Xiuzhen Academy time."

"That is to say, it's something that has passed? Not the text?"

"Correct."

"Anyway, I think it's a good thing," Saturday said, "at least not in a strange world, at least you know the whole story, right?"

Chen Ke showed a look of hesitation, and reminded Saturday: "Don't be too optimistic. Just now you said that the placement test, the task goal is to steal the Poseidon Night that is being exhibited at the Metropolitan Hotel before dawn tomorrow. If If the mission fails, all of you will be eliminated."

"Uh... no way." Saturday's scalp was numb.

"Who are you talking to?" A crisp child's voice came from behind Saturday, "Why does he know the test questions?"