[Xu You] Protect our Fang Luo... Diligent farming? !

When he was conscious again, Lin Yi admired the turning point of Liu Yang's writing as before, and...

dog blood.

She dug herself out of the soil, if only the soil was thicker!Just a tiny bit!She was suffocating in it! ! !

After finally getting enough of her breath, there was another person who had come out of the soil beside her and couldn't see her original color, which made her choke again in fright.

Finally, sitting in a row one by one, the nine "natives" looked at each other.

"So, welcome to rebirth?" Liu Yang, who wrote this scene, reacted first and said.

silent.

After a while, the other eight people realized and started cheering.

"It's bloody!!!"

"I love dog blood!!!!"

"I LOVE OXYGEN!!!"

"Liu Yang, seal your pen when you get home!!!"

"It's so good to hear my own heartbeat!!!"

"The innocence of the Republic of China is so blue!!!"

Strange way of death, time travel, and now rebirth...

Lin Yi said that he had nothing to say.

She agreed with Jin Yumeier's words, Liu Yang's pen is better sealed.

There was another silence.

Yin Haoran leaned on Wang Qian's shoulder to play with her sleeves, sat up straight and yelled, "Damn!!!!"

Wang Qian was taken aback by her, and almost hit her with the Qin lying in her hand: "What's the matter, you scared me."

Looking around, although the colors of the clothes of a few people can't be seen, the style can't be hidden.

A few of them were wearing wide-sleeved long gowns or tight-sleeved bunts, which were too obvious cheap costumes for costume dramas, not much different from the Hanfu of drama clubs.

The most conspicuous thing is the waterfall-like long hair of all members, not the kind of headgear, but the real black and shiny long hair that grows on the head.

It’s great not having hairline trouble~

"I think," Yin Haoran was so surprised that even his voice sounded a bit like Du Niang's, he raised his hand weakly and shook the two Fenshui Emei thorns in his forearm, "we should be the ones I drew."

"What do you mean?" Li Rourou randomly took the whip in her hand to extract it, and accidentally broke a big tree, "Damn it!"

Throwing the whip as if it was hot, he looked at his hands in disbelief.

"Didn't I think Brother Sheng was Yu Yanluo, King Yama? I just added the nine of us to make up the ten halls." Then he added, "You have all seen that painting!"

Indeed, they have seen them all, and they even chose their own clothes and hairstyles, and even held famous or unknown weapons in the world of martial arts novels recommended by Wang Qian.

But the painting is simple and superficial, there is no plot at all, only ten people are drawn.

He Zhiying, King Jiang of Qin Guang, stood on the far left with Gui Yi sword in his hand.

Sun Qiting, Wang Li of Chujiang, waving his white fan lightly, is on He Zhiying's right.

Jin Yumeier, Emperor Yu of the Song Dynasty, is on the right of Sun Qiting with the sacred torch.

Lin Yi, Lu, the king of five senses, is playing the flute of Yinmeng calmly, on the left of Luo Fusheng.

Luo Fusheng, Yan Luo Tianzi Bao, looks more like Hua Wuxie, moves more like Fu Hongxue, and has a genuine smile on his face, with two swords horizontally in front of him, in the middle of the scroll.

Liu Yang, King Bi of Biancheng, used the Sanjue strokes, on the right of Luo Fusheng.

Li Rourou, Taishan King Dong, with a poisonous dragon silver whip pinned to his waist, was laughing wantonly with his arms folded.

Li Zhenzhen, the city king Huang, sneered and threw out a few ice soul silver needles.

Wang Qian, who is equal to Wang Lu, happened to be taking the time to pick up the Tianmoqin leisurely and slowly.

Yin Haoran, the wheel-running king Xue, is playing Fenshui Emei Ci.

Similarly, they have the skill points to flexibly use their weapons, and each of them is equivalent to half of the knights with these weapons in martial arts novels.

"I still remember that I joked that this is the Shengge Rescue Squad from Wuxia." Li Zhenzhen took out a few needles from his sleeve and couldn't help shivering.

"I have a question." Lin Yi innocently raised his right hand with a look of thirst for knowledge.

Yin Haoran hides behind Wang Qian timidly, and nods pretending to be calm.

Lin Yi took out a red half-face mask from his bosom, put it on his face and asked softly, "What's the matter with this mask of the same style as Dongfang Bubai?"

The others unanimously found the same mask as Dongfang Bubai in their arms.

"Sun Moon God?" Liu Yang also put on a mask and asked Yin Haoran kindly.

"It's not Ranran's pot, it's mine!" Wang Qian fished Yin Haoran behind her back, "I especially like the scene where Sister Qingxia's mask was blown away by a tree branch, it's so amazing!!!"

The other few who silently ate dog food chose to shut up.

"Stop chatting and let's go, hurry up and get out of this forest and clean yourself up." He Zhiying stood up on her own, and patted the dust on her body. Fortunately, it was very dry, and it would not be so dirty after a few more pats.

The other few did the same, pulling each other to stand up, wasting their energy, moving their not-so-obedient torsos like zombies and slapping the dirt on their bodies.

The real name envies Li Rourou and He Zhiying, who is also a time traveler, how can she be so agile?

Because she was planning to go hiking in the forest with her fiancé on honeymoon, He Zhiying, who had done a lot of homework, accurately and quickly determined the way out of the forest based on the leaves and soil.

After half an hour.

"Is it impossible to get out of this forest?!!!" Lin Yi, who was so angry that he threw his flute, sat on the ground and refused to move.

Jin Yumei put the torch order away from her waist, and dragged her to continue walking: "Don't play tricks, let's go."

Another quarter of an hour passed.

"It's really not going to happen, sister, I'm tired." Li Zhenzhen looked at her sister pitifully, and secretly coquettishly.

Li Rourou silently carried her younger sister who was thinner than her since she was a child: "Ancestor, you are sinking!"

It seems that another century has passed, and finally, the time to see the light of day again! !

The nine people put on their masks in a tacit understanding.

If you go out like this, you will be beaten to death.

I will.

Ugh!

The nine people clenched their cold weapons. Anyway, there was no money to grab, and a big fight was inevitable.

"When did our Sanguan become so dirty?" Liu Yang asked with a frown as he turned the Sanjue brush in his hand.

"This is the Republic of China, kid. If you haven't been deeply involved in the world, hide behind." Sun Qiting, who has traveled the longest time, tapped his shoulder lightly with a fan.

I don't know if it's part of the protagonist's halo, but as soon as he walks on the street, he meets a group of bandits who are going down the mountain to rob houses.

"Hehe, what a coincidence."

"If you're really sleepy, someone will send you a pillow."

Three times, five divisions and two divisions, nine people took more than 30 of them, and ransacked their homes by the way.

"We're not good people either." He Zhiying lowered her voice, and said hoarsely to the so-called boss lying on the ground, "Remember us, welcome to revenge."

However, even though they stayed in the turbulent era of the Republic of China for a long time, as good citizens who used to enforce the law, none of the nine of them really took a life.

He only took the money and left from their cottage with light work.

I found an inn, rented a few rooms, took a bath and ate food, but fortunately the money was considerable, and the innkeeper always smiled at them.

I bought a few sets of gowns. Although I still have a high ponytail, the rate of turning heads is really low.

After a night's sleep, the owner of the real estate trustee hired two carriages and headed towards Dongjiang.

And the small gangs other than the Dongjiang Hong Gang didn't know that their dock would be a gift for the Nine to seek the protection of the Hong Gang.

The nine people did not expect that their reputation would deter the Hong Gang because of their decisive actions.