I Picked Up An Ancient Transmigration Killer To Be A Wife

When Guo Wuming woke up, there was a lot of noise in his ears. She opened her eyes, full of light. The floor in front of me was smooth and slippery. I don't know what kind of stone it is made of. Not far away, on a low stage with a red carpet, a strangely dressed woman holding a black club in her hand, speaking quickly. The sound traveled far, but it was harsh. Want to come is not due to internal forces. I'm afraid it was caused by something she didn't know.

Behind the woman stood several groups of people, who should be of different races. Their hair color and pupil color are different from ordinary people, and their outfits are equally strange. Some people wore robes similar to their own, and some wore armor made of unknown metal, shining brightly. There are also one or two women dressed in revealing clothes, with their arms, waist and legs exposed, but their posture is not graceful.

Selling slaves? Guo Wuming guessed in his heart, but still did not move. The golden needle has reached the fingertips. No matter what environment she is in, she remains vigilant, not to mention that now, she doesn't understand where she is.

The people on the stage changed a lot, but the previous ones were obviously not sold, they just got off the stage and stood by the side. Now the group of people are going up, and they are divided into two sides. The sound of music played by an unknown instrument came from nowhere, deafening. They used the music to show off their weapons and did not see each other, but they also caused some of the opponent to fall to the ground. Some have weapons like swords, while others have shields or hammers. I don't know how it was made, but see the colorful brilliance above, shining on the armor. A group of spectators around the stage, in the same weird attire, resembled a farmer, all short-playing, and the woman still showed her arms and legs, cheering from time to time. They all held a square device in their hands and aimed them at the stage, not knowing what they were doing.

Wuming was shocked. I have never seen such a weapon. It's too far away and I don't know how powerful it is. But at this time, he hadn't figured out the situation at all, so he had to leave this place of right and wrong first.

Wuming got up and wanted to leave, and suddenly a group of people swarmed into him not far away. All robes. The man wears a cap, and the woman wears a bun. Dressing is very different from age. Guo Wuming thought, the dressing habit here is very weird, what's the matter? They walked by, smiled friendly at Wuming, and moved on. Someone rushed to the stage and took out a square object to aim at the stage. Someone stood in groups in twos and threes, poking their cheeks with one hand or fist, or pointing, and shouting "Night!" standing in their mouths. Set it aside, and then continue walking around the field.

Wuming hesitated. Haven't decided whether to stay or go, the two girls will come over not far away. They wore shorts and shorts with exposed arms and legs, twisting and pulling to the nameless side, and blushing as they leaned together and asked, "Sister, can we take a picture?"

Wuming doesn't know what "take a picture" is, but it seems that the two are not malicious. She retracted the golden needle between her fingers in her sleeve pocket and nodded. The two girls stood on each side one by one. One of them took out a square iron, fiddled with it twice and raised it, and the three of them were reflected on it like a mirror! The two girls poked their mouths, opened their eyes, poking their fingers at their cheeks, and Wuming followed the probe, poking their mouths, opening their eyes and poking their cheeks. After a "night", Comrade Guo Wuming's first photo in modern times was preserved in such a funny form.

The next hour of namelessness was spent in this way. At first, she would look at the iron block poking her cheeks every time someone said "take a picture". Later, she found that when she was expressionless or showing a trace of murderousness and then "take a picture", the portrait on the iron block It makes those people happy. So she dealt with those people blankly. Including many people asking her for "WeChat ID" or "scanning", she swept over with cold eyes and murderousness. Instead of scaring them, this scene attracted more people.

In the discussion with people around, Wuming knew that the place where she was was called "Cultural Hall", and everyone was participating in "Kao Si Pu Lei". Those young people who also wear robes come from different "Hanfu clubs." Anonymous guessed that this was probably an organization in long robes. Because more than a wave of young people came to ask where their robes came from, and invited themselves to join their organization.

Wuming also understood that the square iron block should be a communication tool. Can talk to others through it. It's just that the function of the portrait has not been fully understood.

Wuming had already known it at this time, and he was afraid that he had come to a brand new place. This is very different from Tianrong State. Except that I can understand the language and most of the text, I don't know anything about it.

Wuming knows that he must get acquainted with this place as soon as possible. If his identity is discovered, he will definitely be noticed. Wuming does not want to think about what it will bring.

Observing and capturing in the crowd without a name. It's a pity that people dispersed in an hour or so. It seems that the time for renting venues for the event has come, and the "Cultural Center" staff need to clear the venue.

Wuming picked up the medicine box on his back and walked slowly behind them. I was as independent as her for a while, and I didn't know where to go. Wuming ridiculed secretly from the bottom of his heart, Tian Rong's first poisonous sage doctor, who fell into such a field, I wonder if the teacher knows how to crawl out of the grave and laugh at her.

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