The sun was very hot, and a huge fireball in the air was almost burning.

Ren Baqian knelt on the ground, sweat flowing down his forehead, and his bare scalp reflected light, as if he was covered with a layer of wax.

It’s not that he didn’t want to move, but the two knives were placed on his neck at this time, making him afraid to do anything.

He himself didn't know what was going on, so why was this happening?

Just looking at the people around him with ancient style but different from the dress of various dynasties in history, he guessed that he was probably not on earth.

Three minutes ago, Ren Baqian was wearing big shorts and vests and surfing the Internet in the rented house. The next second he appeared here, holding instant noodles in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and the chair under his butt was still there.

But the environment is completely different.

Everything that was originally familiar to me was gone, and I appeared in the middle of a road, with the marching army on both sides.

His appearance out of thin air also scared those people.

There was a shout, and the sound of a long sword being sheathed.

Then two knives were placed around the neck.

After that, he knelt here. The bowl of instant noodles was mixed with the soil on the ground half a meter away, while exuding an attractive aroma.

He had no idea of ​​gold under his knees now. Or the big and round soldiers around him, the bright weapons in his hands, and the solemn spirit of the army, made his head almost blank.

I seem to be in the marching queue? When I landed, I happened to fall into the marching queue?

"Who are you?" A big man in armor and two meters tall stood in front of him. His eyes were covered with cold light. Ren Baqian suspected that he would have to cut himself with one knife if he said half a word wrong.

"Ren Baqian!" Ren Baqian didn't know what he should say. Now his mind was confused and subconsciously said the name.

"Why are you here?"

"I don't know either!" Ren Baqian said with a sad face. If crying was useful, it could change his current situation. He really dared to cry and show it to the other party.

"Cut it!"

Ren Baqianyi heard these two words and felt that the two knives on his neck had left their original position, and the next second it seemed that his head would fall to the ground. He quickly roared: "Stop!"

Ren Baqian never thought that he could make such a loud noise.

The man waved his hand to stop the two steel knives that were about to fall.

"What else do you want to say?"

Ren Baqian felt the sound of the wind caused by the two steel knives, which made his neck feel slightly painful.

His mind turned sharply, and the breath of death pressed against him tightly, making him almost breathless. The man's tone just now made Ren Baqian confirm that he was really going to cut himself down, not to mention the two steel knives behind him.

"I, I want to meet your boss. I understand words, mathematics, farming, and smelting. I am a talented person, and I will serve you."

Ren Baqian quickly shouted out all the things he knew in his mind, looking at the other party with hope, hoping that the other party would change his mind.

The military man looked down at him. Ren Baqian could see the smile on the corner of the other party's mouth, but it looked like a "grizzy" no matter how he looked?

"Cutted."

"Stop, I haven't finished speaking." Ren Baqian's souls are so popular. Will this military man "cut down"?

"What happened? Why did you stop moving?" Suddenly a female voice rang from behind the team. A woman in armor came over and asked in a deep voice.

"Wait a minute." The general waved his hand again to stop Ren Baqian's two knives behind him.

He turned toward the back end of the team, clasped his fists and said, "General Qi, when he was moving, this person suddenly fell into the team from the air. Bei Zhi suspected that this person was an assassin and was about to behead him."

"I'm not an assassin, I'm a talent! I'm a talent, don't kill me." Ren Baqian shouted at the top of his lungs. At this time, there was no chance for him to justify, and the head would fall to the ground in the next second. So the word "talent" that he could think of was the word "talent".

Even if the other party doesn’t care about talents, it can always arouse the other party’s curiosity and let the other party listen to what they are saying, right?

In history, there are certain preferential treatments for talents.

Moreover, Ren Baqian asked himself that he still has some ability. At least he has learned mathematics, physics and chemistry himself. He also knows a lot about some messy things. He can always find something that interests the other party, right?

"Noisy!" The Jun Han turned around and kicked Ren Baqian in the chest, and he flew backwards. He lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't breathe, making him almost think he was going to die.

The female general rode his horse to Ren Baqian to look down at him and said, "Take it to the roadside first and check the surrounding situation. If there is no problem, continue to move forward, and I will report to you today."

"Yes." Jun Handao, then said: "Trag him to the side of the road and go to a group of people to check the surrounding situation."

Ren Baqian was dragged to the side of the road like a dog dragged to death. At this time, he no longer cared about resenting the kick he gave him, but looked around and thought about how to save his life.

There were soldiers surrounded by swords and guns, so it was impossible to escape. I guess the head would really land if I could not run two steps.

I heard the female general just now say "Today"? Does it mean the emperor?

You have to think about how to save your life in a while.

First, I will look at how I appeared here, and the conclusion is - I don't know.

But I already knew that I was just in the marching ranks, and I was extremely unlucky. Even if I fell into the mountains and forests, the chance of survival was higher than that now? It was a good luck to kill me when I saw me.

Secondly, these people have the same language as themselves, which is a blessing in disguise. Otherwise, their bodies would have been separated and they would have been thrown to the roadside to feed wild animals.

Judging from the dressing of these people, they are indeed not the dressing of all dynasties that they know. They don’t look like they were in ancient China, so they are in another world?

It seems that the other party is in a feudal society and his productivity should not be too high. There are still many things in his mind that are valuable to the world.

Moreover, I know so much about "poetry, songs, novels, and things that can be eaten and fun", and it is also valuable to be a slander.

You must find a way to let the "Jin Shang" know his role in him in order to save your life.

Ren Baqian knelt on the side of the road and his mind was in a mess. After the team had tested and continued to move forward, he saw a big carriage moving towards him from afar.

The roller pressed on the dirt road, with a dull sound.

But what is the pulling the cart???

Ren Baqian looked at the beast "liu head, deer antlers, tiger eyes, elk body, dragon scales, ox tail" in front of the car, with his eyes wide open: "Is this a Qilin? a living Qilin? a cart?"

I originally thought I had a world similar to that of ancient China, but why did Qilin appear? And it was a cart?

Damn, I won’t be able to reach a certain high martial arts world, right?

The kind that can destroy the world at any time and break the mountains and seas with one punch?
Chapter completed!