Son-in-law From Dark World

"Brother, be careful

Sima Xiangru bit his teeth and reminded him.

Qin Feng's sincerity is enough, regardless of the life danger, he already saw!

He had a little doubt just now!

What a shame.

When he entered the stone wall, it seemed that he had entered a strange world!

Only with vision, looking at a child, full of stains, climbing mountains to cut firewood.

Qin Feng's vision, is to see the world with children, a gray.

One day after cutting firewood, the little boy hummed and walked down the mountain with firewood out of proportion to his body.

A small mountain village, the streets of many people, but also very simple.

Lingyang village!

The name has a lot of aura.

"Zhang Bo, do you want to save some of my newly cut firewood?"

The little boy said with a smile to a middle-aged man who was repairing the door panel.

"No, xiaodouding, you are tired. Stand there and wait for me for a moment."

The man put down the action of his hand, went straight into the house, and then took out a big chicken leg and sent it to the little boy's hand.

"Look at you. When you are growing up, you should eat more meat. Your old alcoholic father doesn't care about you. Ah, poor baby!"

The man shook his head, patted the head of xiaodouding, turned back and began to repair the door.

The little boy looked at the drumstick's mouth watering.

However, he swallowed, or did not eat, just sniffed in front of the nose.

"It's delicious. Dad drinks every day and doesn't eat. He should be hungry and take it back to him."

With that, the little boy hopped to the distance.

Qin Feng's line of sight is also changing rapidly, which makes him feel bored.

What does this have to do with inheritance? I was impatient to get out of this state, but I was surprised to find

He seems to be sealed here and can't get out!

This is terrible!

You know, Qin Feng is now in the state of consciousness and his body stays outside.

If he does not return to the noumenon earlier, the physical body will enter the vegetative state, and even the Dharma God will disappear with the unconsciousness at any time.

Even be considered dead!

No matter how anxious, Qin Feng tried his best, just like a nightmare. When he fell asleep, his brain was awake, but he could not make a sound.

No one else can hear.

Fortunately, Qin Feng has a steady state of mind and will soon be tortured to collapse.

But always in this state of mind wandering, is not the way, too dangerous!

It seems that this is completely different from what Sima Xiangru said.

He is trying to find a way, but he is getting deeper and deeper. It seems that his consciousness is completely integrated with the little boy, and the world he sees is gradually becoming a reality

A dream, a dream like story, gradually unfolded in front of Qin Feng

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Wake up, don't scare me!"

The little boy went back to his bare house. He was squatting on the ground in a dilapidated thatched house. He was shaking a dirty, dirty man with his face covered by his beard.

"Woo Hoo Hoo!"

The cry of the little boy attracted Qin Feng's mind.

If he is trapped here, he will definitely have a way out. He just needs to find clues or key points.

since his consciousness is attached to the little boy, the way out must be related to him.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng's mood became more and more calm, his attention was focused, and his vision was gradually occupied by the dirty face.

"Dad, wake up quickly. I'll bring you drumsticks back. Wuwuwuwu..."

The little boy put the drumstick to the man's mouth!

All of a sudden, the seemingly dead man moved his nose and slowly opened his eyes.

He opened his mouth wide and almost bit the little boy's hand in.

The man ate the drumsticks, gulped, rolled his eyes and didn't stop.

It's like the reincarnation of a starving ghost.

A chicken leg was eaten up by him and threw the bone to the ground.

After the little boy saw, extremely greedy, secretly picked up the bone, put out his little tongue to lick the oil and water, his face showed satisfaction.

"Wine, give me wine, diced beans, what about today's wine?"

Suddenly, the man stretched out his hand and said to the little boy in a very hoarse voice.

"Abba, uncle Zhou said that business is not good recently, and there is enough firewood, so I won't change the wine..."

The little boy instinctively backed the bone to his back, and then said very carefully, looking very guilty, and then lowered his head.

It's like doing something wrong.

A listen did not, the man's eyes suddenly, red incomparably.

"Waste, what do I want you to do?"The man actually put his foot on the little boy's body, kicked him to fly, hit on the ground for a long time did not get up.

At the same time, Qin Feng's line of sight is also blurred.

There's still pain.

The man got up from the ground, it turned out that he was hungry faint, a drumstick let him recover strength.

But without alcohol, he was like a wild beast, a junkie, frantic and wandering around the house.

"What to do, without wine, the sky is going to fall, it's falling!"

The man growled.

At this time, only a meter high little boy agreed to get up.

He wiped the scar on his arm, but tears fell in a string. He looked at his father carefully.

"Dad, don't be angry. Don't leave me. My mother has already abandoned me. I don't want to lose you any more. Dad, uncle Zhou said that unless I can cut back the Tianyang wood in Hulin, he will change the wine for me. But our wood knives are not sharp enough! "

" Daddy, can you give me your Tiandao? "

Speaking of this, the little boy is more cautious, such as walking on thin ice.

At the same time, he began to breathe fast.

That Tiandao is my father's treasure. Every time I get drunk, I will hold it in my hand and recite it.

It's just because it's the father's treasure, or the Tiandao, which is more precious than his son.

He thought it would be possible to cut down the Tianyang tree.

"Fart, take Laozi's Tiandao and chop wood. Who gave you the bad idea? Ah, tell me!"

The man was crazy, rushed to the little boy, one after another out of a few slaps, hit the little boy's mouth is bloody, lying on the ground.

However, the man did not stop, as if he had gone mad.

Kick the little boy's body with your feet!

Sharp pain, but not heartache thoroughly!

The little boy crawled out, crawling, as if from the memory, the father a little bit not smooth will hit him.

As if he came into this world, it was superfluous.

Mother left and disappeared, as the old people in the village said.

But her father said she was dead!

Often will say, because of himself, his mother will go, scold him is a disaster star, lost door star.

Every time I see other companions and take a nap in their parents' arms, xiaodouding will envy to leave saliva.