Ancient city, night, meteor.

"Demon stars appear frequently, the country is restless, cough, cough!"

In a dilapidated house, a middle-aged scholar with a pale face and skinny face gnawed the dry and hard steamed buns and said melancholy in looking at the sky.

Then he seemed to have gained endless motivation and picked up the compilation of the new Jinshi articles released not long ago, and took advantage of the big lights to illuminate them and started to recite them viciously.

And at the same time...

"ah!"

Amid the painful screams, Yang Feng opened his eyes blankly and pressed his hands down. As soon as he felt the soft warmth, he faced with a tender pretty face.

"Uh, I didn't mean it."

He hurriedly stood up, and there was a dark alley in front of him. With the starlight above his head, he could see that the ground was covered in mud after the rain. There was still a lump of shit from some bastard in the corner of the wall.

"Why are you dressing up like this? Have you watched too many braid shows? Also, what the hell is this?"

He asked the girl in confusion.

The latter, wearing a Qing Dynasty maid costume, obviously had not yet woken up from the chaos of being knocked down by him and attacking him. He was covering his stomach and frowning and slowly standing up. Just now, Yang Feng was sitting on her lower abdomen with a thigh. It was obvious that his weight of more than 100 pounds caused a significant blow to this slightly dysplastic slim body.

Yang Feng extended his hand to her apologetically.

Suddenly, a few more torches appeared in front.

"There is there, little biaozi, I see where you are running! This time I will let you taste the taste of the whip."

The two evil slaves next to him accelerated forward, and a man grabbed one of his arm amid the screams of horror, and he grabbed one arm and dragged it roughly in front of him.

"Save me!"

The girl cried to Yang Feng, and the despair in her eyes made people feel heartbroken.

At this time, the two evil slaves saw him.

"No braids!"

"Catch him!"

"Send this rebel to the Nine Gate Admiral!"

...

As a series of roars in chaos, even the compost meat was pressing towards him. The two evil slaves at the front even left the girl behind and pulled out the iron ruler from their waists.

"What are you going to do?"

Yang Feng subconsciously took a step back, raised his right hand and blocked it forward. Suddenly, it seemed as if the water vapor on the glass window was wiped out. As his palm swayed, a bright window appeared out of thin air, with a row of knife hilts inside. At this time, the iron ruler in front had arrived. He didn't even bother to think about it, grabbed one of the hilts and pulled it backwards. The metallic cold light in front of him immediately flashed. He waved to the side immediately. As the sensation of the sharp weapon chopping on the bones came, a shrill scream on the opposite side almost fell directly, and the iron ruler that almost hit his shoulder fell directly.

Yang Feng looked in his hand blankly.

In his hand was a bone-cutting knife in the kitchen, and a row of Chinese characters were stamped on the bloody knife.

Kangmazi card.

On the ground, half of the palm and the iron ruler were chopped off. The evil slave on the opposite side fainted on the ground in pain.

In addition to the fat meat, the five people on the other side stopped and looked at the scene in amazement, looking at the bone-cutting knife in his hand, but no one looked at the strange window in the air. Yang Feng immediately realized that they could not see the window.

"Hurry, take this demon! Dog, help me to the Nine Gate Admiral's Office."

Fat meat suddenly shouted.

"Demon, you are so stupid!"

Yang Feng roared viciously, and threw the bone-cutting knife over with his hand.

As a cold light passed through the air, the sharp bone-cutting knife hit the fat man's forehead, and instantly one-third of the blade disappeared. The fat man's shouting stopped abruptly, and fell backwards to the ground like a heavy face pocket.

Almost at the same time, Yang Feng's hands came out to the two knife handles that went straight to the window.

However, just as he pulled out a cutting knife with his right hand, his left hand passed through the knife holder at the window as if he was passing through the air. It was obvious that this hand could not touch the things inside.

"Demon, demon!"

The remaining four people on the opposite side looked at the kitchen knife that was released out of thin air with his right hand again, and were directly collapsed by the scene that challenged their worldview. They screamed without hesitation and scattered.

"Ma, I'm said I'm not a demon!"

Yang Feng threw a kitchen knife at their backs angrily, and then he heard a scream from the darkness, and then there was nothing.

At this time, the darkness around the window in front of him was gradually spreading, and soon disappeared strangely, and the air returned to normal. It was obvious that this thing had time limit. Yang Feng looked at his right hand. For some reason, a golden dragon head appeared vividly. The dragon body extended to the sleeve. He pulled up his sleeve and found that his entire forearm was wrapped around, like a pillar of a dragon.

He hesitated and stretched out his right hand and wiped it in the air. A window of different shapes appeared out of thin air as his palm wiping it. However, it was not a knife holder inside, but a plate of cut ham. You could also see a very small figure of a woman shaking. He brought the plates over without hesitation, and then squatted down in front of the girl.

"Has I traveled through time?"

He picked up a piece of ham in his right hand and said very seriously while putting it into his mouth.

The girl was confused, and it was obvious that she could not see the dragon.

"Well, what year is it now?"

He kindly picked up another piece of ham and put it to the girl's mouth. The latter seemed to be very hungry, so hesitated and bit it immediately.

"Kang, the thirty-ninth year of Kangxi."

The girl swallowed the ham and said.

Yang Feng was depressed.

This is the reason why he sits in the house without any trouble. The disaster comes from the sky. I think he just played games for a long time and his brain was deficient in oxygen. He actually fell into a coma until 1700. This was the so-called prosperous era when the Sanfan period was killed, the Zheng family was cleaned up, Galdan was killed, and even Yaxa was finished. The people began to eat sweet potatoes and drink thin rice.

In such an era, did you make me rebel? Or did you rebel?

Wait a moment, the man called the Nine Gate Admiral?

"Is this Beijing City?"

He asked hurriedly after looking at the fat meat with the kitchen knife on his forehead on the ground.

The girl nodded.

"Ma, run!"

Yang Feng threw away the plate and pulled the girl on the ground. Only then did he remember that he didn't know where to run.

"Master, I know where to hide!"

The girl said.

"Then what nonsense!"

Yang Feng pulled her and ran two steps, unable to stand her speed. He turned around and picked her up and carried it on his shoulders. Under the guidance of the girl, he passed through countless muddy and smelly alleys, avoiding many night patrol soldiers, and finally arrived at a ruin with miscellaneous trees and weeds and then got into it.

"Let's take a break!"

Yang Feng was breathing a little, lying on the dry ground and said that a cute little animal stared at him not far away, and the girl knelt silently beside him, pounding his legs very gently.

Yang Feng looked at his dragon hand, then smeared it in the air casually, and the strange window appeared again, but the content inside was replaced by a supermarket shelf. It was obvious that this was a parallel space, and his right hand, or the golden dragon on his right hand, could communicate with this space. As for whether this thing was a science fiction or a fantasy system, it was not clear yet. He remembered that there seemed to be a strange flash outside the window before he was unconscious, so he didn't know if it was an illusion at that time.

He reached his right hand in, but when he reached almost his entire forearm, he could no longer stretch forward. It was obvious that only the first half had this ability.

He shook his head, took out two bottles of juice, opened it to the girl, and tried to put the cap in, and could even put it in. He smiled bitterly. This was also a benefit of time travel. He didn't have to worry about food and clothing in the future. It would be fine to just take some gold and silver from there to be a rich man. But the problem now is that he just killed someone, and he was still a bannerman.

"What's your name?"

He asked the girl.

"My family name is Xiaorou."

The girl said softly.

Soon Yang Feng asked her about her identity. Her name was Xiaorou and her surname was Lin. She died of both her parents since childhood. She was sold by her uncle to Zhenghuangqi as a maid at the house of a small officer. Later, the young master wanted to take her as a mate, but she ran out of nowhere. As a result, she happened to run into Yang Feng who came out of thin air.

The situation is now clear, and you must leave Beijing as quickly as possible. Otherwise, it will be taken out sooner or later. A Han man killed the bannerman, and he was the young master of the officer family of the three flags. This is great. I am afraid that the constables of Shuntian Prefecture have been dispatched now. If those escaping guys add fuel to the fire, they may have to dispatch the army of the nine gate admirals. Mazi is very afraid of this demon-level opponent. At this time, the Qing soldiers were not at the point of being in ruins. In total, how long can they hide if they do?

But how to leave the city requires careful study.

I'm afraid even my portrait should be posted at the gates of the city tomorrow morning, and there is this little girl next to me. The fat man's family will definitely send someone to squat at the gates of the city.

It can be said that it is difficult to get out of the city. This is the inner city of Beijing. It is unlikely that the tall city wall can be turned out. With his small martial arts value, it is probably impossible to make a bloody path. In short, I am afraid that I will really face life danger next. Unless he abandons Xiaorou, she will have only one way to die if she is caught. Such a young girl is really unable to be so cruel.

Thinking of this, he looked at Xiaorou again. Although he was a little younger, he was obviously still a beauty. Fortunately, he fell on the fat man's hands. With this soft and weak little body, the more than 200 pounds must be crushed to death.

"Master, are you a god?"

Xiaorou asked slightly shyly while pounding his legs.

"No, I'm a demon."
Chapter completed!