Chapter 747: Work, Magical Boy (Part 1)

"Ah ah ah, uh oh oh oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, um... Hufufufu!!!"

As his head hit the bottom of the table unpreparedly, at the edge of London, under the tables piled up on the roof of the building, a homeless fool shivered in pain and screamed, wanting to take a breath.

The physiological structure of human beings determines that people are destined to be unable to bear certain pains. In addition to the force of ejaculation that makes the little toe hit the corner of the table, there is also a sudden cramp in the calf while sleeping soundly, and a centimeter wood thorn piercing the nail. In the sewn flesh,

That probably only involves biting the tongue when the food is delicious, hitting the chicken's 'vital' and giving birth to a child...

Speaking of which, a guy went to the hospital today to see the wound caused by his tongue biting off a piece of flesh two months ago. Not only was he told that it could not be completely healed, but he also had symptoms of mirror tongue...

Wow~ The registration fee of 13 yuan is buy one and get one free, and you can find out one more disease, it’s so worth it~ (I’m so happy that I have no love)

He covered his forehead with one hand and clutched his little toe with one hand, wriggling like a maggot under the table in a weird posture.

Three minutes later, Fang Ran rolled up the blanket shiveringly and wriggled out from under the table.

For the first time, I realized that having too much power may not be a good thing.

Damn it, the physical condition of the participants was so subconscious that it hurt my dad to death!

Thanks to this instant refreshing blow from his lifelong enemy, Fang Baobao, who originally planned to stay in bed until noon, successfully lost all sleep. He took a look at the sky at the moment,

The golden sunshine is just covering London from the horizon. Even in a peripheral area like this, you can see many pedestrians on the street. In their hurried steps, you can feel that the city of London is slowly waking up.

Compared to this one, the one just now was...

He stood up from lying down and pressed his forehead. Fangran's eyes struggled and distressed to recall everything that should have been in his dream. However, he found that he had a very clear memory when he was half asleep and half awake. He began to slowly fail to remember the scene. A vague feeling remains,

It was me who fell into the ice sea from the strongest state, and then slowly lost strength, and finally fell into...

I think I've seen that one before,

There is only the endless reflection space on the water surface,

And the shadow of some huge creature.

When is it coming...?

His mind was filled with 'I seem to have been in a trance like this before', but for a moment I couldn't remember when. Fangran suppressed his blush and thought hard for a minute, and finally rolled his eyes and gave up completely.

Okay, I can't remember...

However, compared to the last time when I was in a trance, in the dream where there was only the reflection space of the water surface, Fangran could clearly remember the sky with the sun and the moon at the same time, and the stars that could be seen even though the sky was blue.

It was a dream he had had as early as the night of Pearl of the Night.

Alas, is that [Dream Card] activated by itself inexplicably again? By the way, what does it symbolize...

【I'm waiting for you...】

! ! !

This ancient and slow voice suddenly flashed through his mind, and his expression suddenly froze. As his eyes slowly opened, Fangran looked at the sky above London in disbelief.

As if I want to see myself in that space...

What happened just now...

Gu!

Click, the expression on his face seemed to freeze with such a sound. Just as he was thinking about the dream that just extended a new scene, Fangran suddenly lost his dream, lowered his head with a complicated expression, and looked at the person who interrupted his thinking again. abdomen,

He made a cry like an internet writer.

"Ah... I'm so hungry..."

He leaned back and collapsed on the scattered blanket. Fangran looked at the sky and let out a feeble groan. He turned his head and glanced at the bread that he had eaten when he got up in the middle of the night last night because he was so hungry. Now there was only one empty piece left. bag,

And what's worse,

With a sense of justice and a heart full of chivalry and hope for world peace, he ran five kilometers around the area last night without meeting anyone in need of help. To put it simply...

Lost source of income.

Fang Sheng was so helpless that he almost starved to death after running a five-kilometer radius last night. He felt the hardship of life.

In fact, I believe friends who have been homeless must know...

Um, do you have such a friend? (Sweat...)

The most difficult thing about wandering is often not having a place to stay but having nothing to eat. If you don’t have a place to live, you’ll have to sleep on a bridge in a cardboard box, but you’ll have nothing to eat...

You can't really eat dirt.

The same is true for Fangran's situation at the moment. With the participant's physical condition, he could survive the coldest October night in London with only a blanket and a pile of tables to shield him. However, in this environment and high-intensity exercise, the body is not suitable for Nutritional energy requirements are also great,

I remember that during the summer vacation, he got up at six o'clock every morning and trained until eight o'clock in the evening. The energy consumption of his body under such a huge amount of training required him to eat every day...

emmm...I don’t seem to have eaten much.

So the plate of shit that Brother Suqun made at that time was indeed very nutritious (face covering)...

Thinking about eating and drinking in Linfu neighborhood to satisfy his hunger, he recalled the hellish summer training. Fangran, who was so hungry, suddenly felt a stomachache and realized this fact again.

But frankly speaking, Fang Ran also knows that without the hellish training, without the daily 10,000-meter morning jog to warm up, the physical training of three-point three-dimensional maneuvers, and the practice of fighting skills that grew through being beaten,

He may really be like an ordinary person now and can't do anything.

So when the C-level battle took Tang Dao on the field, he also wanted to prove to the group of people who taught him that he had become more powerful, and he was no longer the ordinary young man who even followed him behind him.

"Oh...it would be great if Brother Suqun was here..."

His thoughts ran away, Fangran propped himself up and sat upright, leaning on the table leg, sighing and talking to himself.

If Brother Suqun, who always has a calm and cool male face, was here, he would definitely have various ways to deal with the situation.

As I said before, although I am a bit 'smart', I am not good at seeing through situations and developments without knowing anything about them.

What should I do now...

His stomach growled again, reminding Fangran that now was not the time to rely on others, nor was it the time to be distressed. When living outside, he had to decide and do everything by himself.

The first thing is to solve the stomach problem.

After digging through his pockets, Fangran found out that because no unlucky guy ran into him, a righteous magical boy, last night, all his assets now only amounted to the 56 pennies he had left yesterday.

snort! Impossible, I don’t believe there was no robbery in London last night!

Yesterday's luck must have been used to solve the crisis of asking for directions (melancholy)....

Fang Ran made a very mysterious excuse for his failure to hunt last night. He originally wanted to think about how to return to China today, but he was defeated by hunger again.

So after drinking the remaining half of the bottle of water, he carefully avoided the sight of the crowd and jumped off the roof, heading towards the supermarket where he was yesterday.

"It's still a long time until night. Sure enough...do we have to think of another way..."