The suit jacket was rolled up while dragging, and the thin white shirt was sliding against the snow. The cold cold and the heat generated by the friction wobbled on the skin of the back. But whenever his back felt pain, a strange warm current would suddenly jump out to help him smooth the pain, so that Pan Ting could concentrate on studying ways to get out of the predicament without worrying about physical conditions.

Zaozi is in seclusion, and it is obvious that he can only save himself in the current situation.

It is obviously unrealistic to expect a flash of lightning to suddenly descend from the sky to kill the other party. Although he plans to set this world as a cultivation system, it is just a plan.

The wonderful martial arts movements of the action star were repeated in his mind over and over again - he stood up with a carp, jumped onto the guy who was born cuckold, locked his legs on the other person's hands and body, and choked his neck with his arms until he was suffocated to faint.

He decomposed, combined, decomposed, combined, and went back and forth five times, and confirmed that there was no mistake, and then he suddenly raised his hips with all his might...

Before he could press his hips down, he raised his upper body up, and the force disappeared while continuing to drag.

...

From a distance, it looks like a fisherman with seaweed over his head pulling a big fish struggling to go home.

"Nerve Pan Ting": It's so tired, my waist is almost broken. As expected, I have to recognize it when I get older.

"Active Pan Ting": Twenty-six is ​​still the age of having acne! As a man, you must use his best to exercise your waist strength in all occasions! Stand up, your kidneys are good young people!

"Nerve Pan Ting": People are lying down, but they still expect to use their waists?

"Active Pan Ting": Archimedes only needs a fulcrum to pry up the earth, while he only needs a fixed point to stand up!

Perhaps it was because of the positive attitude of Pan Ting's activeness that the handsome green-haired man could not stop it. Pan Ting, who had half closed his eyes, suddenly noticed that the handsome green-haired man's speed had slowed down. He seized the opportunity, roared, and raised his butt without hesitation and hit it down. The gluteus maximus instantly felt huge pain. Although it was quickly covered by warm current, in that second, the pain was real. He subconsciously bent his knees and stood up. His brain was not yet able to understand why the foot that was grabbed by the other party could be stepped on the ground. His body had responded to the sneak attack plan that had been circulating in his brain for dozens of times, pounced on the other party, and raised his hand to hook his neck...

The handsome green-haired guy raised his hand to block Pan Ting's mouth that almost kissed his chin. A trace of almost anger flashed through his cold eyes. He pinched his neck with his other hand and pulled it off his body.

Pan Ting's throat was pinched, his head was forced to tilt up, facing the handsome guy's thin chin.

The handsome guy tightened his chin slightly, and his red eyes were like ice cast, which made the warm tones so cold that the cold air was forced.

The increasingly tightened fingers on his throat made Pan Ting's self-protection system fully activated. He raised his hands with great effort to pull away the hand that was more cruel than the vise, but the effect was very little. The instinctive fear of life when it was threatened made him completely forget that as Creator said, as Creator, he should be desperate to die. Now he has only one thought in his mind, to start a slap and move the damn pliers away!

The handsome green-haired man suddenly looked down at the foot that kicked him in the thigh.

Pan Ting felt his hand loosening in his throat, and then left his neck, and was immediately ecstatic: Did he hit the vaginal leg? It seems that he didn't pay the money for learning wolf prevention techniques in vain.

The handsome green-haired guy grabbed his ankle that had not had time to withdraw and swung it hard.

Pan Ting felt his feet slipping, his body had already flew up, and he drew an arc in the air, hitting the wall heavily, and rolling to the ground in a mess. Although the warm current of his body's repair was not effective at the last moment, he did not receive much pain, but at the moment he hit, he was not as good as death.

Hearing the handsome guy moving his steps, he stood up against the wall and looked at the other person with caution.

"After some intimate physical entanglement, I think we have a preliminary understanding of each other." Pan Ting stared at the distance between the two sides, and slowly moved to the right. "If you have any questions, you can sit down and talk."

They were in a cave with a large entrance, like a trapezoidal edge, cut with a diagonal cut, short on top and wide on the bottom. The handsome green-haired guy stood at the intersection of the sunlight that was not covered by the top of the cave and the shadow that was covered by the top of the cave.

Light and shadow act on him at the same time.

Half bright, half dark.

Pan Ting looked at him carefully while the other party was not paying attention.

In addition to the ingenious face, his figure was also tall and heroic. He was visually between 1.9 meters and 2 meters, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, slender limbs, strong chest, and straight hips. He was born to walk on the overpass. However, his hair color was a little weird, especially the part exposed to the sun. The dark green slightly dim under the shadow was as green as green grass in the sun, bright as pieces of gold powder falling on his hair, bit by bit, shining. He was wearing a strange-shaped snow-white slim robe, with blank front and chest and back. Starting from his shoulders, his sleeves were embroidered with strange patterns. The robe only reached the knees, revealing his smooth calves, without sweat hair. It was so white that most women who needed to shave were ashamed of themselves.

Pan Ting's increasingly unscrupulous gaze finally attracted the attention of the handsome guy. He turned around, and the coldness of his eyes formed a significant contrast with the sunshine he was lit up.

Pan Ting tentatively said: "Who are you?"

"My name is Pan Ting."

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from the earth."

"Why are you here?"

"I... because I owe it." If God gave him a chance to come back, he would never say anything about truth, goodness, beauty, peace, harmony, openness, justice and justice.

"Do you know what I'm talking about?"

The other party's silence made Pan Ting's heart sink little by little.

Although the situation in front of him was so bad that he didn't need to think about it, his professional habits still made him unable to help but think about Green Hair's identity background and intentions-

Primitive humans who were accidentally copied from other worlds like to eat meat.

Obviously, this world is qualified to be called meat, except for the other party, it is itself.

It's really...

sosad!

After the handsome green-haired guy got him into the cave, he never paid attention to him and often went out. But whenever Pan Ting was about to escape while he was not around, the green-haired guy would suddenly appear on his escape route again, and his cold eyes seemed to tell him that he had nowhere to escape.

This kind of four-no-policy that ignores people almost always makes Pan Ting crazy, who is a piece of lunch meat placed in the refrigerator! Apart from cursing Green-haired and cuckolded for life, the only thing he can do is count the days by counting his toes.

three.

two.

one.

It was the day when Zaozi came out of seclusion.

Pan Ting stood at the entrance of a cave like a husband-looking man, eagerly looking forward to a sudden appearance of a running black dot in the vast snow. However, from sunrise to sunset, the black dots in hope never appeared.

He sat at the entrance of the cave until dawn of the fourth day.

Since that day, Pan Ting's attitude has become positive. He always talks about Lufa every day when he catches Lufa. From the intrigue with his deskmate in elementary school for the 38th parallel to the increasingly alienated relationship with his parents as adults, he talks endlessly. At first, he was either holding on to the attitude of having a good relationship with Lufa or being so annoyed that Lufa completely broke up his face. Later, he found that a Lufa, who might not understand what he was saying, and even if he understood, could not empathize with him, was really an ideal person to talk to.

First, the green hair is very similar to the branches of a willow tree, allowing him to hypnotize himself in a tree hole; second, the green hair is really a very cooperative listener, no matter he whispered loudly and lowly, he always maintained a constant facial paralysis, neither snatching the words nor gloating; third, and most important, the child broke his promise and his future was uncertain. In this case, he needed a reason and belief to support himself to continue to persist. He remembered his past with a green hair that looked a bit similar to himself, so that he could give himself a space for hypnosis - they were not a relationship between dogs and dog food, but a pair of friends who had no friendship.

By the tenth day, Pan Ting had already explained his old truth clearly, but unfortunately Green Hair still didn't say a word.

But Pan Ting did not give up. He decided to start dictating his novels. In order to let Green Fat better feel the connotation in his novels, he spent a day focusing on popularizing the definition of immortality.

Maybe it's an illusion.
Chapter completed!