[Quick Transmigration] I have nothing to do with it, I am forced to hang up

Everything is silent, a crescent moon hangs in the sky, and the bright white moonlight shines down, as if shrouded in a hazy layer of brilliance.

As far as the eye can see, there are groups of ice and snow everywhere, layer upon layer, and the endless ice fields reflect a faint blue luster under the moonlight, mysterious and beautiful.

Amidst the white snow all over the world, a small black building is particularly abrupt and eye-catching. A little light in the building flickers dimly, as if it is the only bit of warmth in this ice and snow world.

Mu Qinghua was standing in front of the open window of the small building, a branch of cold plum came out from the window, the fragrance was lingering, and the gorgeous red plum was covered with a thin layer of ice crystals.

It seemed that the wind was blowing, and crystal snowflakes were drawn in, falling on his brows and temples, and quickly melted, turning into water vapor and sliding down, the slight coolness made Mu Qinghua sober like never before.

Looking from his direction, he can see all the scenery below in his eyes, the blue ice, the calm lake, the cold moonlight, and the seemingly endless distance where the sky and the earth meet.

In fact, there is really no end to it.

When he first came here, he spent a long time walking in one direction. There is no daylight here, and the crescent moon above his head hangs there forever. The only difference is the eloquent detail. The snow sometimes stops for a while.

At that time, he didn't know how long he had been walking, he only knew that the fine snow on his head stopped and fell seven times, and when he turned back for the umpteenth time, the black, lighted small Lou was still standing quietly not far behind.

After countless times, he had to stop that senseless behavior.

This world is still. There is wind and snow, but there is no whistling sound of wind and snow. It is almost dead silent, and the passage of time cannot leave any traces here.

There is no expression on Mu Qinghua's face, it's as cold as the frost outside, if it's a normal person, trapped in such a place, I don't know what day it is, even if it's not crazy, there must be some mental problems up.

Fortunately, Mu Qinghua is a little different from normal people. As a dead house, as a lonely dead house who doesn't like to deal with outsiders, he may be lacking in other aspects, but he is definitely better than others in enduring loneliness. A few grades higher.

If you can give him a computer and a network cable, he won't even feel lonely at all, even if there is not even a panting creature here except him.

You know, he had a record of not going out for more than a month before.

Good psychological quality is one of the reasons why he can keep calm, and the other is that the scene in front of him is familiar and strange.

Maybe he didn't notice it when he appeared here out of nowhere at first, but after he calmed down, he became more and more familiar with everything in front of him.

And this kind of familiarity is even more realized after he accidentally glanced at his own figure reflected in the lake water.

"Swordsman Love III", referred to as Jiansan, commonly known as Jisan, is a game that he has played for three years, and basically every night he boards to play for a while. He said that the scene in front of him is so familiar, isn't it from Jiansan? Log in to the interface.

And the man reflected on the lake was dressed in white and blue, with a wide robe and wide sleeves, with a fairy-like demeanor. It was the Taoist trombone he had played for three years.

As an otaku, as a senior otaku, if he still doesn't know that he has time-traveled, it will be in vain for him to read so many rebirth time-travel articles.

Knowing that he had traveled through time, he calmed down, at least it was much better than being captured by aliens for experiments at first, and then he lived in the small building very calmly.

I don't know if it's because of this special body, he doesn't feel hungry, he doesn't need to eat, and the surrounding environment is quiet, which suits his preferences. It would be great if he could have a computer.

Mu Qinghua touched the wet marks that had slipped from her temples, and a cloud jumped down from the window sill of the small building.

When the white shadow fell on the snow, it was light and fluttering, leaving no trace.

Twisting clouds and chasing the moon is the basic lightness skill of the three schools of swords. This is a skill he discovered from this body by accident. Then he found that he had evolved from a dead homeboy to a martial arts master.

Mu Qinghua's expression at that time was like this: ==

Don't expect him to have any emotions of excitement and ecstasy. From some aspects, Mu Qinghua is always less stubborn than others, and this place is completely closed, not even a living thing. Is it a martial arts world? Master, in fact, there is not much difference.

Except for the panic at the beginning, Mu Qinghua has adapted very well now, besides being in a daze every day, he is still in a daze, but sometimes he inevitably wonders whether he will be trapped here forever. Humans are social animals after all. No matter how homely he is, no matter how lonely he is, he still needs to communicate.

But such worries did not bother him for long. When he was sitting by the lake in a daze as usual, bubbles suddenly appeared in the center of the lake, and the steaming water vapor diffused, gradually enveloping him, with a huge suction force Suck him all over.

Before the slender figure disappeared, he was still thinking, he didn't seem to have done anything, so he was going to time travel again? !

Sure enough, it was crossed! !

As soon as Mu Qinghua opened his eyes, what he saw was the gloomy sky, not the gloomy one before the storm, but the dirty one after being painted with a kind of gray dye, even the sunlight seemed to be stained. Such a color, distorted and refracted from the clouds.

He instinctively raised his hand to cover his eyes, before he could figure out the current situation, suddenly there was a gust of wind from behind his head, and a stench penetrated into the tip of his nose without any warning.

Mu Qinghua frowned instinctively, a huge sense of crisis arose, he turned around, drew his sword, and a Liangyi was stuck on it.

The whole movement is done in one go, extremely smooth.

laugh!

That was the sound of a sword entering the flesh. The Chixiaohonglian that he had spent thousands of dollars to make back then was naturally not ordinary. Not to mention anything else, it was absolutely possible to be invincible.

So, with just such a light sword, the opponent's whole body was split in half.

Mu Qinghua was a little dazed, before the sentence "I killed someone" hadn't formed in his mind, the next moment he had a good vision to see the true face of the person he killed.

If that can be called a human being.

With a pure complexion, clothes so dirty that you can't see the original color, and those sharp black nails, and the fangs protruding from the mouth, Mu Qinghua has no doubt that if she didn't react quickly just now, she would definitely be bitten off Carotid artery.

The thing that was cut in half by a sword didn't bleed, only large pieces of rotting flesh kept falling down, normal people would have already run to the side and vomited, but Mu Qinghua stepped forward Taking a step forward, he stabbed with the sword, then stabbed again, then frowned in thought.

This is definitely not a human anymore, it looks a bit like a zombie in a movie novel, did he travel to the end of the world?

It's not impossible. Having already had a bizarre time travel experience, he accepted it quite quickly. He shook off the carrion that didn't exist on the blade, and he put the sword back into its sheath. Only then did he have the opportunity to observe the environment he was in.

The place where he is staying now seems to be a collapsed residential building. There is a street not far from the building. Various burned vehicles are piled up in a mess. It is obvious that there has been a very serious car accident there. Some of the owners of the car fled, and some died. With Mu Qinghua's current vision, he could even clearly see some charred bodies inside.

The current weather is not considered cold, he seems to be able to smell the rotten smell in the air, thinking this way, Mu Qinghua frowned again.

The sky seemed to be getting darker, and there were small noises, and Mu Qinghua turned her head to look vigilantly, with sharp eyes.

One, two, countless rotting figures emerged from the darkness, and surrounded him where he was standing, with pure complexion, stiff movements, sharp teeth... Mu Qinghua turned his backhand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

A light blue light flashed, and a tai chi aura made the movements of the zombies within the range sluggish.

Sixiang Reading, Taiji Wuji, Liangyi Transformation, several skills were completed in one go, and the nearest dozen or so zombies had completely lay down.

Mu Qinghua didn't love to fight, she turned around and flew up to the six-story building beside her with a big effort.

The zombies waved their paws and howled, and above their heads, the distant figure shone with blue light, ethereal like a flying fairy.