The daily life of the young master of the port Mafia Buddhist system

He Hui once came to this world as a traveler.

"What are you like in this world?" Bai Lan asked while stepping on the grass, pulling at the branches while observing the environment.

Bai Lan can obtain the horizontal axis of the world - the memory of the parallel world, and He Hui can obtain the vertical axis of the world - the memory of the other world.

For this different world...

The blond young man patted his head twice, and after he fully adapted to the sudden memory and suppressed the surging emotions, he began to think about the language.

"There are all kinds of wars here, and [I'm] a ninja."

"But that's a matter of the future." After recovering the memory, He Hui said so instinctively.

future?

Are they coming too early?

Across a clump of weeds, Bai Lan saw a few people working hard. Judging from their clothes, either this area was quite backward, or the whole era was quite backward.

"What information?"

"[I] live in the future world, which is equivalent to Japan's Sengoku period." Ninja, ninjutsu, ninja...

"..."

The Warring States Period is in the future, so isn't it now...

Bai Lan looked at the inventory in her backpack, and her face gradually approached the color of her hair.

"Yes, there is absolutely no marshmallow right now." He Hui issued a death notice.

......

"Is there any super power in this world?" Bai Lan tore open a pack of marshmallows, the sweet softness temporarily soothed his anxiety.

Different worlds come standard with superpowers, you deserve them.

"Ninjutsu, Chakra."

As he spoke, He Hui formed a few seals, and a stream of water appeared out of thin air in the woods.

"But chakra is not popular now, so it's better not to use it."

The future self and the kinsman and enemy fought to the death, and both sides died.But the current He Hui didn't care, and directly judged that the ninjutsu that day and day was not dangerous to them now.

Having experienced the space of reincarnation is enough confidence!

......

In order to find a reliable tour guide, he and Bai Lan rescued a man who was seriously injured in the dense forest.

Looking at the coarse cloth on the opponent's body, He Hui felt that he knew the truth.

Obviously poor locals encountered robbers, robbed of their money and dumped their bodies here.

The fabric used to be white, but now it's a tattered gray, and even the trim is just around the neckline... a comma.

The seriously injured man had long brown hair with a braid tied behind his head and two braids by his ears.

After confirming that he is poor and white, and has nothing with him

, a question mark popped up in He Hui's heart:

You're so poor, why do you want to wear pigtails instead?

"Probably...the taste is elegant." Bai Lan struggled to find a reason.

He Hui accepted this statement.

The seriously injured man woke up during a campfire barbecue at night.

Bai Lan felt that he was awakened by the fragrance.

After all, they walked a lot of places where... people gathered (that place can't even be called a village), and found that the meals they ate were tasteless.

Salt and sugar are only eligible for upper-class landlords and dignitaries.The farmers under them usually drink some water from the salt lake to replenish minerals.

Not to mention that they don't refine salt... busy farming every day, it's not easy to fill their stomachs, so where's the time to dry the salt.

He Hui: "It's so backward."

Bai Lan: "Yes."

He Hui: "It's so miserable."

Bai Lan: "Yes."

He Hui: "It's so pitiful."

Bai Lan: "Yes."

He Hui: "...can you say something else?"

Bai Lan: "Yes."

He Hui: "..."

There is no way, ever since the inventory of Bailan's marshmallows bottomed out, and she found out that she couldn't even buy sugar here and had to eat wild vegetables every day, Bailan's soul became enlightened.

Originally, I asked the local people with the idea of ​​"this is just a small backward mountain village. When they arrive in a big city, everything will be different".

Simple peasants have no idea what a "big city" is.

He even asked, "What does 'city' mean?"

"..."

This is probably true, ancient society.

......

The people living here probably have never smelled the aroma of barbecue with spices such as fennel powder and chili powder.

Bai Lan continued to add firewood to the fire, and turned her gaze away from looking at the injured person.

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

"...cough cough, who is your Excellency?" The injured man asked Bai Lan without concealing his waking state.

Bai Lan, who was short on sugar, supported her face with one hand, "Is this the attitude towards a lifesaver?"

He Hui went to the river to fetch water, and planned to make a pot of soup with the mushrooms he picked just now.

Ah, it is obvious that He Hui's "hallucination" can conjure up a bunch of marshmallows for himself.

Why do you have to bet that you can not borrow "hallucinations"?

There is no way, "Having hallucinations" is too buggy. After being developed by He Hui, it is a god skill that "creates something out of nothing".As long as He Hui understands something, he can create it for you.

It is only restricted by spiritual power, but after staying in the reincarnation space for hundreds of thousands of years, He Hui's spiritual power can jump

He went outside the universe and asked him to use "hallucination" to create nine suns, and then use "just illusion" to create a descendant to shoot. It's no problem to kill eight.

Ah, I really want to eat cotton candy.

Obviously, there was a meaty barbecue in front of her, but Bai Lan's thoughts drifted to the soft cotton candy.

Just like that, Bai Lan perfectly missed the injured person's self-introduction in the crackling sound.

......

"What, a spinning top?"

He Hui returned with a stainless steel pot filled with water, and Bai Lan told him the name of the injured person.

The blond-haired young man's expression was indescribable, "Uh...there should be no top at this time, so...is it just a coincidence?"

"This Mr. Spinning Top?" He Hui turned his head and looked at the sober injured man with three braids.

Mr. Top opened his mouth, as if he wanted to refute something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

......

Mr. Tuo Luo is extremely reticent, unless He Hui Bailan goes up to him and asks something actively, he will spit out a word like gold, and when he asks for directions, he just points his hand very coldly, and has never done anything with He Hui Bailan Much communication.

So, the local introduction of the tour guide... don't think about it.

In the end, they climbed over the mountains and arrived at a peaceful refuge gathering place, where people were building wooden houses, and the embryonic form of a village was vaguely formed.

Hehui Bailan saw Mr. Top's love for this place, so he left Mr. Top there, and they set off on the journey again.

Mr. Spinning Top is just an ordinary person wearing white burlap. If they encounter any danger, Mr. Spinning Top will probably be smashed into pieces.

......

After being separated from Mr. Top, Bai Lan entered the city... Yes, they finally found the existence of the city!

Bai Lan eagerly went to the city to buy sugar.

He Hui sat on the cliff outside the city and waited.

Then he groaned and fell into the cliff.

It's impossible to die, but he hit a baby...snake?

This red snake is five or six meters long at a glance, but it...

"Stupid people (kinds) actually sit on the head of my uncle, I'm going to get tired of eating it!"

In exchange for the milky tone and slurred pronunciation, no matter how you sound like a cub, right?

So He Hui beat the "little" red snake to the ground.

The little red snake with a string of bags on its head had big drops of water in its eyes, and popped out a... scroll?

He Hui: ...?

"Hmph, since you have defeated my uncle, then I will reluctantly accept you as my younger brother."

With a blank expression on his face, He Hui squeezed it and put it in his own hand

tip of the tail.

"Hey!"

If the little red snake had hair, it should be in a state of fried hair at this moment.

But it has no hair.

Now even the scales are not fully grown, and the scales cannot be fried.

"Write your name on it, Rennen, and the contract with this uncle will be established."

The blond young man squatted down, opened the scroll with great disgust, and found that the inside was quite clean, without a trace of mucus.

"Write it quickly!"

Seeing that He Hui didn't move for a long time, Xin Ya, who was a brat, shook his head uneasy.

No way, the White Snake Immortal praised it as a super-talented snake, born to practice immortal arts... What's the matter, this person is tender, could it be that he looks down on it?

It's not that He Hui doesn't want to write.

After all, at the beginning of this game, you will be given the Dragon Slaying Sword (crossed out)

After all, the plot of falling off the cliff and entering the secret realm to be favored by the beast is very suitable for his identity as the leading actor.

It's this mythical beast...

He Hui glanced at the little red snake who was shaking his head.

Can I get a taller and more powerful one?

"I'm asking you, Xiaohong."

"My uncle's name is Xin Ya!"

boom!

He Hui gave Xin Ya a trick, and Little Red Snake had another big bump on his head.

"Where is this?"

"...Ryuji Cave."

Well, it's where I don't know.

"Your clan...are all snakes?"

nod.

"Do you know how to get out?"

...shaking his head.

It has only been born for a few years, and even the scroll was just obtained two days ago, and it has never been exchanged.

He Hui: Tsk, useless things.

He Hui directly let go of the tip of Xin Ya's tail, not even wanting to touch it.

Probably after understanding the tender expression and movements of this person, Xin Ya's body directly wrapped around He Hui.

——Don't, it's very powerful, it will definitely be the first-class powerhouse in Longdi Cave in the future!

——The only person who can be recognized by its first-class powerhouse is the one who defeated it!

——What if this human runs away, and it is so powerful that no one will make a contract with it in the future?

The inexperienced Little Red Snake tried desperately to sell herself, but He Hui was unmoved.

Xinya: QAQ

"Then I'll ask you again." He Hui finally looked straight at the little red snake.

Xin Ya immediately puffed up his chest, and the five-meter-long red snake made this movement, in exchange for a little bit of dignity.

Ignore the words of the bag on its head.

"When you grow up, how long will it be?"

Xin Ya's tail slowly circled into a question mark.

Sorry, in its small brain, there is no such thing as a unit of length.

And now-

......

The huge red snake wriggled around

body, He Hui supported Zhengyi and landed on the ground.

As soon as Zhengyi's feet touched the ground, his legs softened and he knelt down...then he was picked up by He Hui.

"Cheer up, Naoki's younger brother. Now we are separated from Bai Lan and the others, you have to work hard to live and meet them." He Hui's tone was relaxed, without a sense of crisis at all.

For He Hui, the absence of a few days may be several years for Xin Ya.

Zheng stared blankly at the fully unfolded body of the Red Snake, and could not see its tail at all.

This snake snake snake snake...

A snake this big would be...

Hydra?

Hachiko Orochi?

Jermengard?

Ghidorah?

Godzilla?

......

The author has something to say: I have already said that she is called Xiaohong!

Everyone should thank so and so who is too lazy to think of the name, she broke out Gagen by herself (

So let’s add more~ Red envelopes are sent out, kittens, come and play~

感谢在2020-08-1000:00:00~2020-08-1422:04:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: I am really too lazy to think of a name;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: I'm really too lazy to think of a name;

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: I really don't bother to think of names 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：黑猫咪154瓶；最爱小鱼干51瓶；哦吃20瓶；失智指挥官15瓶；狗子要吃酱二鱼14瓶；白竹10瓶；浅夏灰烬5瓶；梨苏白卿、叶家黎渊、-空白-3瓶；锦瑟思华年、燕赵歌2瓶；江水无声、喵喵喵1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!