The low sky is dark and gray, with large swaths of dark clouds gathering, and from time to time, there are waves of depressing thunder. The rain may make people feel fresh and natural, but it is always dull and depressed before the bead curtain falls.

Of course, the most depressing person now is Mr. Zhong Yang, the protagonist who just woke up. No matter who it is, when you open your eyes, you will see piles of weeds and small slopes, and a small donkey eating lazily in the distance, and you will feel depressed. Moreover, if you only wear a single dress, you will feel a little cold no matter what, even more so in the wilderness.

Zhong Yang felt the breath of the earth barefoot and was feeling the scent of the earth in a zero-distance contact posture.

After bounced his ears a few times, the pain confirmed that all this was not a dream. "Okay, let my wonderful head think about it, what's going on?" Zhong Yang, who was lying on the grass, complained in depression. Of course, with his "magic" head, he could not analyze the current situation at all. So, it became a matter of course to resort to the virtual intelligent "Se" in the "Yuan Jiao".

The language communication between the stupid Zhong Yang and the smart virtual intelligent "Se" has begun. When using Yuan Jiao, there is no need for language or action instructions, and it is enough to rely on will alone. Of course, given the computer keyboard and mouse transformation caused by Zhong Yang's years of Internet addiction, he set the operation method of Yuan Jiao to use manual and language together. As for will drive, he has to adapt slowly, and I believe the process will be quite long. These days, habits are the most difficult to change.

"Damn it, what's going on!" Zhong Yang shouted loudly.

"User Zhong Yang, are you calling me?" Se replied calmly.

"Go to you, don't be careless with me. Who can send me here except you? Where is this? How did I come? How can I go back? I...?" He asked many questions in one breath, and the anxious Zhong Yang could only stop and take a breath.

"Dear users, please pay attention to the etiquette among gentlemen. The system is organizing information about the questions you have asked, and will give you a reply soon. Welcome to inquire." Se answered calmly as always.

"······" was speechless.

"The information processing has been completed, and the results are as follows." Se still answered as usual.

"After verified, the place belongs to a three-dimensional plane space. The user's original dimension is used as the reference. The space-time similarity of the plane was detected was 95%. The specific space location is unknown and the specific time period is unknown."

"After verification, 30 minutes ago, the system activated the synchronization coordination rate adjustment of the same dimension of the anoplanar space according to the transmission command, and homogeneously transmitted the coordinates of the user's location and the coordinate height of the anoplanar space. The reason for the initiation of the instruction is unknown."

"Aren't you the damn system?" Zhong Yang, who was about to lose his mind in anger, shouted. Unfortunately, the great virtual intelligence did not respond.

"After analysis, the user Zhong Yang lacks authority, and all questions involving space-time transmission in different planes cannot be answered. The answer was completed." After a beep, the virtual intelligent "Se" that Zhong Yang called him omniscient was gone. Only the lost Zhong Yang was wearing a single dress and thinking slowly. Occasionally, the cold wind that blew over seemed to be urging desperately. After intermittent trembling, the main and only victim of this time-time transmission accident in the same dimension of the same dimension finally came up with the answer after careful consideration: I am in great trouble!

This damn time and space teleportation! This damn thief! This damn grassland! This damn... After thirty minutes of complaining about the world and the earth and the fortune, Zhong Yang, who was tired, finally began to think about his own situation calmly. Obviously, there is no need to think about it when he goes back for the time being. He has no damn authority at all! Well, only by calmly recognizing the reality can we think better about the future. "Picking up Yuan Jiao proves that I am the lucky one among the people on earth. Being teleported to this ghost place may not necessarily mean that I am the most unlucky one." Zhong Yang believed this firmly.

There are many miserable people in the world, but not every miserable person still has hope. At least I still have Yuan Jiao, and I will not surrender. Looking at the feet and calves covered with wounds, Zhong Yang, who was slowly moving forward in the wilderness full of gravel and weeds, comforting himself like this. Be patient, persevere, and survive.

The low and dim sky and the bumpy and muddy land, a lonely figure swayed in the desolate wilderness, endless desolation and loneliness. Thunder roared, lightning bursts, the sky became more and more dull, and the raindrops seemed to be eager to kiss everything on the earth. In the cold wind, the only figure was still struggling.

While walking, he complained regretfully. Using Yuan Jiao's storage function, Zhong Yang stored a lot of things in it. The computer desk in the school office and all the items contained therein, many computers of unknown origin, desktop, laptop, walkie-talkie, and mobile phones, but there were no clothes, shoes, and food. In this situation, the most needed one is clothes, shoes, and food! Alas, heading west, panting. At this time, I can only walk by feeling. Let's see what God wants.

In the third hour after getting the answer, the unlucky child Zhong Yang finally walked to a nearby village. Of course, in the past three hours, Zhong Yang experienced the tragic journey of his life so far. He was barefoot, wearing a single dress, wrapped his hands around his chest, tightly thighs, and struggling to move forward in the cold wind of the morning. Finally, the gods and Buddhas of the heavens cursed, negotiated, begged, and cried in Zhong Yang, slightly responded to his sincerity, allowing him to see a small village with smoke at the moment when the outdoor temperature was further lower.

Why is the response slightly? Because the small village in Zhong Yang's eyes is too dilapidated. The empty fields were surrounded by several small slopes, and some fields of different sizes and shapes were scattered. The ignorant Zhong Yang naturally did not recognize the crops planted on it. The only thing worth paying attention to is food! Zhong Yang, who had been in the wilderness for more than three hours, urgently needed everything that could fill his stomach to worship the first and fifth organ temples. The smell of food came from the smoke of the cooking stove, which made him almost crazy.

With infinite desire for food, Zhong Yang, who was covered in weeds and mud, walked into the dilapidated village tremblingly. Unlike the plot in many novels, Zhong Yang, who was dirty all over, was not treated by the simple villagers, and he didn't have to think about the grand reception. He couldn't bear to beg for his face, and he had never experienced a life of not being able to eat, and he was even more reluctant to kneel down and beg for someone. He just walked on the messy stone road in the village, and his feet were covered with poultry manure and had no idea. "Oh, don't you see my embarrassment, kindly invite me to come in and have a meal casually. You can have a few side dishes, such as fried eggplant, bamboo shoots, egg soup, fried dough, egg rice, etc." Zhong Yang fantasized beautifully.

Seeing that the heavy rain was about to fall, Zhong Yang had no choice but to walk to a family that looked more wealthy. The reason why it looked was because the reference was the surrounding thatched hut, at least the earthen walls of this family were more formal. A dull knock on the door sounded, and after a while, the small wooden door that seemed to be about to break slowly opened. After a unique sound of friction between wooden products, a honest little head was poked out, with a look of doubt on his face. Perhaps because he saw a stranger, his tender little face was still slightly alert. Of course, after seeing Zhong Yang's miserable appearance, he had a clear look of contempt on his face.

Depressed, despised, despised by a little furry child. The little kid in front of him looks like he is only about ten years old, and he will look down on others! This is a true portrayal of Jing Zhongyang's inner heart at this time. There is no way, people should be proud, but they should learn to bow their heads. They have a thick face and smiled, and forced a sentence from their teeth: "What a cute child, where is your adult?"

"You are a stinky beggar, hurry up and go away. There is no extra batter in our house." The childish voice, but the content is very hurtful.

"Gozi, who is outside the door?" A hoarse male voice came from the room, accompanied by a few coughs. However, for Zhong Yang at this time, it was no less than the sound of nature. The working people were indeed very simple, and Zhong Yang couldn't help but think with gratitude.

"Grandpa, I'm another stinky beggar. Don't worry, I'll drive him away immediately." The child named Dogzi once again sprinkled salt on the poor Zhong Yang's shoes. He ignored his begging expression at all, the scene was extremely evil.

"Old man, I'm not a beggar, I can pay." Hearing the increasingly frequent thunder outside, Zhong Yang was extremely anxious and could only place his hope on the old lady in the house.

"Grandpa, don't believe him. This kind of liar doesn't look like he is rich at all." Gouzi replied with disbelief.

"Forget it, let him come in. If anyone has no time to suffer, please help me. It sounds like it's raining outside, so it's better to let him come in and compete." The kind old man saved Zhong Yang's fragile heart once again, making people feel so full of confidence.

My life was finally saved, and Zhong Yang was worried about his heart after the disaster. In this case, the shower was not a joke. If he got sick, he had a cold and a fever, and he looked like he was hospitalized around him, he might kick his legs and his braids. After thanking the God and Buddha of the Heaven, Zhong Yang couldn't wait to walk into the house.

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