How did you wear it!

Bang!

Sun Zhongyan fell dizzy, but for some reason, he opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound, only a muffled groan rolled out of his throat, his throat was burning and painful, a black figure appeared in front of his eyes, he stared at the outline of the figure , the heart sank suddenly.

Sitting on the ground, he backed up on hands and feet.

Damn, why did you run out?

He wanted to beg for mercy, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Eyes filled with fear.

Across the street, there is a lot of traffic outside, but this place is as quiet as hell.

The black shadow crouched down.

"Who told you to do it?"

"Ho, ho ho..."

The black shadow raised his index finger and middle finger together, and tapped on his chest.

Even though he was not threatened to "don't scream", Sun Zhongyan was still as honest as a quail. He swallowed and spit, and his voice was tight and sharp: "What to do—ah! I say I say!"

"It's Qu Ruizhou! The money from Qu Ruizhou! There's an injustice and a debtor..."

"Who is Qu Ruizhou?"

"Haven't you heard of it? He is also a star, and there is an entry for him on Baidu!"

Heiying took out his phone and looked down for a while.

Sun Zhongyan didn't dare to breathe, he prayed to God and worshiped Buddha in his heart, and made a bunch of random wishes, as long as he can escape this catastrophe, he would burn incense every morning and evening, at worst, he would make another golden statue!

Ye Wuqing clicked on Baidu, typed quruizhou in pinyin, and sure enough, he found the person.

When he saw Qu Ruizhou's photo, he immediately frowned.

so similar.

Look carefully, this Qu Ruizhou's face shape and facial features are somewhat similar to Xiao Qiao's. The key point is that he is still deliberately imitating Xiao Qiao's shape, expression, and makeup, but the difference in temperament is too far. Combined, Xiao Qiao is radiant. However, Qu Ruizhou is much duller and mediocre, like an inferior version of a copycat——

"Celebrities bump into faces, whoever is ugly is embarrassed. Take stock of the big and small stars in the entertainment industry who bump into faces..."

"Go your own way, and let those who follow you have no way to go. Take stock of those tragic emperors in the entertainment industry..."

"Qu Ruizhou said that he doesn't take Qiao Yiqiao seriously. He believes that acting skills are more important than appearance. Being an actor is a practice..."

"It's embarrassing. Qu Ruizhou debuted for seven years. He was called by the wrong name when he attended an event. After telling the truth, the fans took back the autograph book. They complained that the real person is not as good-looking as the one on TV. He almost wronged his idol, and then walked away..."

Ye Wuqing turned off the phone and continued to look at Sun Zhongyan.

Although he didn't say a word, he put tremendous pressure on the other party. Sun Zhongyan was enduring the pain, but when he was forced by this terrifying atmosphere, he was sweating like pulp, and the sweat rolling down his forehead dripped into his eyes. Here, he only dared to blink desperately, but didn't dare to wipe.

"I, what I said is true..."

"Where's the evidence?"

"There is evidence! There is evidence! Although that kid is a thief, he can't wait to go around eight hundred times, but I am afraid that he will turn his face and deny him when the time comes, so I specially prepared a recorder in advance and recorded his voice... You'll know it when you hear it!"

"Where's the recorder?"

"I, I hid... I will give you the pen only if you promise to let me go..."

"Is that so?"

Sun Zhongyan's eyes blurred, he was hit hard on the chest that had been hit once before, and then he didn't know how the other party did it, it seemed that there were ants crawling all over his body, it hurt and itched, he was so uncomfortable that he wished he could hit his head to death, But he couldn't move at all, he kept making hoo-hoo sounds, and rolled his eyes after a while.

It seemed like a century before he crawled out of purgatory, with tears and snot running down his face, panting on the ground like a growling old dog.

"Do you want to talk now?"

Half an hour later, Ye Wuqing got the "recording pen", he asked Sun Zhongyan how to use the recording pen in a good voice, how to record, how to play, how to wash the sound, sat there politely, diligently, Humility, like the top students you can see everywhere in college.

Sun Zhongyan looked at him like a ghost demanding his life.

I listened to the voice in the recorder twice, and found an interview video of Qu Ruizhou on the Internet, and listened carefully twice.

click.

In the shabby rental house, Sun Zhongyan shuddered suddenly, he knelt down to Ye Wuqing, swung his right hand round, and slapped himself hard: "It's my heart covered in lard! It's me It shouldn’t move people! But I don’t want to die! Please spare my life and let me do whatever! Please, please!”

There was a series of crackling sounds, and soon Zhou Zheng's face, which was still considered to be, became swollen like a pig's head.

It's not that he is cowardly, Sun Zhongyan has met some people over the years, the kind of people who yell "Believe it or not, I'll kill you" are just bluffing.

But the first time he saw Ye Wuqing, his hairs stood on end.

He was sure that this master must have had someone's life in his hands, and there were far more than one.

The methods are fierce and calm, as powerful as a demon.

But from the beginning to the end, he didn't shy away from showing his true colors in front of him...as if he wasn't afraid that he would publicize this matter at all.

He escaped from the hospital by killing himself, and it would be useless to make a confession. In this small house that he rented out short-term, even if he died, the neighbors or the landlord would not find out until the body stinks.

Strong fear oppressed his bladder, if he could barely maintain a little clarity, he might have lost control of his bladder now.

Ye Wuqing just watched him kneel down and slapped himself. After a long while, he asked, "What have you learned and done?"

Sun Zhongyan was in a daze, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then he said a little ashamedly: "I haven't gone to college, it's all useless... But when I was young, I learned fitter with my father, he is a master craftsman. I also went to the workshop...the workshop is too hard, and I can't make much money. After my father is gone, I..."

Sun Zhongyan was in a trance for a while, how did he get to where he is today step by step?

I never felt that there was anything wrong with me before, but when I suddenly remembered his taciturn father, his nose was sore and tears couldn't stop falling down.

Ye Wuqing didn't know what fitter meant, so he searched the Internet.

To put it bluntly, a fitter is a manual operation of counterpart cutting, mechanical assembly, and repair operations.After the popularization of modern machine tools, although most of the fitter work has been mechanized and automated, there are still many aspects that make the fitter indispensable.Such as scoring, scraping, grinding and mechanical assembly, such as making some of the most precise patterns, molds, gages and mating surfaces, such as in single-piece small batch production, repair work or lack of equipment...

Ye Wuqing's heart suddenly moved.

He glanced at Sun Zhongyan, his hand was like lightning, and pressed the back of his head.

Sun Zhongyan was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he wanted to struggle desperately, but he had no choice but to find that the gap between him and the other party was comparable to that of elephants and ants. His heart was filled with despair, and finally his eyes went dark, and he completely lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found that he had already crossed over.

In a dilapidated bandit village, there are two men with fierce faces guarding beside them.

Sun Zhongyan thought of the time-travel novels he had read, and suddenly his spirit was shaken, thinking that he was indeed the son of destiny, so what if he was killed?It just so happens that there is nothing to be nostalgic about in modern times, so why not do something in ancient times, maybe I can become an emperor, and it’s not bad to be a king of the mountain if I kill the boss of this bandit den?

Then he realized he was hoarse.

He wanted to write and communicate with the thieves, but unfortunately none of the thieves would pay any attention to him.

After two days, he breathed a sigh of relief and was finally able to walk around under the guard of the bandits.

This turn was terrible, first he saw bandits training in formation, if they hadn’t all had long hair and Ge Yi, everything was real and couldn’t be pretended, he would definitely think he was crazy!Damn, who can tell me why, a group of ancient bandits turned left and right to kick forward, flying over eaves and walls as special forces!

Walking down the mountain, I saw many people squatting in the fields planting... potatoes? !

Could it be that time travel texts are all nonsense?In fact, there were potatoes in ancient times?

Looking further into the distance, there are endless wheat seedlings.

The germination is particularly neat, and looks no different from modern wheat seedlings.

A group of little local children who look like black monkeys are studying with a young teacher, their voices are cadenced: ah, oh, uh, uh, uh, uh...

There is a light-colored wooden board hanging on the wall next to the master. He is holding a long strip of charcoal. His face is black and white with charcoal, and no one laughs at him. Two rows of familiar words are clearly written on the wooden board. Letters: ā, ō, ē, ī, ū, ǖ…

Sun Zhongyan's eyes darkened, and he wanted to ask loudly: Who made this horse riding?Could it be that he was not the only one who traversed?Are the other traversers still around?I hope he is already dead, otherwise one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, how can I get along with him?

Then he didn't make him wait long, and he knew who the other traverser was.

When seeing Ye Wuqing again, Sun Zhongyan was startled on the spot, and almost knelt down for him again.

"I spare your life, but you have to let me see your value."

Complete set of fitter tools.

Sun Zhongyan's dream of crossing over and killing the Quartet was shattered, and he began a life of hardship as if he had been kidnapped and sold into a black-hearted brick kiln.

……

Ye Wuqing took out the big black pot from the hotel, sent Sun Zhongyan who passed out, and brought the big black pot back to the hotel to put it away.He went to their side again overnight, rode on the cottage, and handed him over to Wang Dabiao to take care of him.

He really wasn't afraid of Sun Zhongyan's nonsense.

Someone has to believe him!

Originally, he thought about killing people directly, but considering Xiao Qiao's feelings, he wanted to separate the principles of the two worlds for the time being.No one can live out of the rules of the world. The so-called "singing songs from any hill, no matter how powerful the individual is, always deviates from the rules, and there is no guarantee that there will be a day when the ship capsizes in the gutter.

That Sun Zhongyan gave him a good inspiration.

Want to save a life?

Go to another world to reform through labor.

After taking a shower and going to bed, Xiao Qiao snorted and shrank into his arms.