Forgotten Immortal Emperor Zun

Chapter 4 Werewolf Killing
Not far from the restaurant, a group of teenagers were gathered outside the stone steps of the back door of the yard they said, densely packed, and they didn't know what they were doing.

Looking closer, I found that it was a very interesting scene. It turned out that these teenagers were playing a game called "Werewolf Killing".

Among these teenagers, there was a young boy who was very beautiful, with picturesque eyebrows and extremely clear eyes, but his voice was still milky, but his tone of voice was very old-fashioned.

He sighed helplessly, put his small arms around his waist, and said angrily: "I said this comrade, that guy has clearly shown himself to be a werewolf, why do you insist on stabbing me? You have to have a correct mind, and you can't engage in the 'infernal affairs'. Otherwise, you will be easily thundered..."

Speaking of this, the little boy subconsciously looked at the clear and cloudless sky, and swallowed back the word 'thunder' that was about to be said.

He has experienced this kind of thing once, and he doesn't want to have a second time.

"Maybe what he said was false?" The young man asked timidly. He had already been deceived once, and it happened that the person who deceived him was found out by Yuan Ye as a werewolf.

"But look at him, does he seem to be deceiving... He is not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs." The little boy pouted, and then glanced at the 'werewolf' who was slobbering and smirking beside him. There is a sense of frustration.

It is difficult for a little boy to figure out what is going on in the brains of these 'dolls' as a mature adult thinking in later generations. Although his current apparent age is younger than them, he still cannot experience the IQ that he should have at this age.

"Is Master Yuan dead..."

"Dead." Another boy who was out of the game answered.

"Yes, the werewolf won, and Master Yuan is a fart." A group of teenagers booed.

The little boy couldn't understand the booing mood of those pig teammates, shrugged: "boring."

"Tch! It's boring, Young Master Yuan. This game is not challenging at all. It's not interesting at all to tell who you are at the beginning."

"Then what do you like to play?" The little boy was helpless.

"Fight the Landlord."

"The eagle catches the chicken."

"Tch!" The little boy named Yuan Ye pointed his middle fingers at the children around him who were older than him. The previous game was not suitable for these 'dolls', and the latter game was not suitable for him.

"Master! Where have you been?" An extremely angry voice suddenly came from the courtyard.

The children in a circle imitated his appearance and gave their middle fingers, but there were more people, so it looked much more spectacular. They said in unison: "Tch!" and then broke up with a smile.

The little boy named Yuan Ye stood up from the stone steps, patted the dust off his buttocks, and ran into the yard as soon as he turned his head.

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This is Yuan Ye's fifth year in this world.During these years, he has finally confirmed that he has really come to an unknown world, and this world is completely different from his original world. Originally, he wanted to rely on the memory of his previous life to mix ancient civilizations, but after a few days here I completely let go of the time of the day, which is so different from other people's scripts.

In fact, Yuan Ye doesn't care too much about this matter. After all, he was just a scumbag in his previous life, and he didn't even go to a serious university for a day. It was just for the university entrance exam, and at the same time, to prove that he was a decent student. The red Chinese people have worked hard on the two subjects of Chinese and history.

This is also the main reason why the language skills honed with good literature skills have flourished in the sales organization. According to Yuan Ye's own understanding, he is suitable for this.

Although he didn't have the skill of Uncle Benshan to fool Comrade Fan into a limp, at least he still had the skill to fool Comrade Fan into a limp.

Closer to home, there is another civilization in this world, that is the civilization of cultivating immortals. The lights are no longer light bulbs but luminous stones. Of course, there are also things called oil lamps, but those things don’t need to be invented at all. What fly in the sky and carry people is not an airplane. , turned into a flying monster, and the routine that people talk about is not called routine, but a more acceptable and elegant name - Zhimou.

Bah, change the soup but not the medicine!
Although ordinary people still live the same life as before, everyone aspires to become a monk, so the gold coins used by ordinary people are not very popular. In other words, an ordinary inferior spar can be exchanged for a thousand gold coins , so gold coins are really dispensable products for monks.

An ordinary immortal cultivator can exchange a low-grade spar for the harvest of an ordinary family for several years, but although ordinary people holding spar are not as useless as holding gold bars in the desert, it is indeed quite good to be in the upper class. hard.

Fortunately, there is something called law in this continent. You don’t have to worry about looting and bullying. Of course, there are places where this thing cannot be controlled. There is another profession in this continent, the ranger.

Ranger was once synonymous with robbing the rich and helping the poor, punishing evil and promoting good. However, the world is always surprisingly similar. Nothing is absolute. Ranger can sometimes be a existence that robs the rich and helps oneself, and does many evils. Even if it is officially certified, it is not guaranteed to be true. authentic.

(End of this chapter)