One bedroom.

Not big, about ten square meters, one bed, one table and one chair.

In the early morning, everything is silent.

There was a man lying on the bed, and the dark and chubby guy in the room couldn't see his appearance clearly.

The man was sleeping soundly on the pillow, with his arms raised by the bed, looking a little thick.

Behind his head, on the corner of the bed beside the wall, a cushion stood, a mobile phone was plugged into a charger, and the green light of the indicator light illuminated a small piece of bedside head, and you could see the short hair on the man's head and muscles on his neck.

Although the phone was black, the sound was ringing, and Guo Degang's crosstalk was playing: If you want to say it tastes delicious, it must be dumplings, and if you want to say it is fun (what do you want to say?)... It is just making dumplings...

The man in his sleep pulled the corners of his mouth a few times.

"Bang"

Without any warning, the cell phone suddenly exploded in a whistle.

The screen shattered and the pieces flew around. The batteries were blown up.

The screen is facing the man's head and neck.

The man's body shook violently, as if he was about to get up, then he fell down powerlessly, and blood slowly flowed down the back of his head to the pillow.

...

"hiss……"

"Oh"

Zhang Jun woke up and shook his head. It felt like he had drunk too much on the first day, and it was like a severe cold attack.

Anyway, the brain is separated from the brain, wandering around inside, dizzy and painful.

What's wrong with this?

He felt in a daze that he seemed to have been bitten by something, and on the back of his neck, he felt that he might be dreaming.

I don’t know what time it was. I was quiet around me and there was no sound. I guess it was afternoon again. Is Guo Degang’s album finished?

He tried hard to open his disobedient eyelids, as if they were glued.

No, it seemed like the phone was blowing up. Something was breaking down. He remembered the last look he saw, although it was only a moment.

In the hospital? It seems that something was injured in the back of the head. Will it be severe? Will it require a craniotomy?

Several surgeons split their skulls with an axe? Or they saw and filed the kaka to open their heads and then put their hands in...

Will you become a vegetative person? I heard that vegetative person has a mindset.

Will you be amputated below your neck...paralyzed? From then on, you can live a wonderful life of being unable to stretch out your hands and eating, and you can't open your mouth.

The more I think about it, the more I become, the more I am afraid. Don’t, it’s just a single dog in the good times. I have to wait to find a partner and have sex... That won’t work.

First, I tried hard to open my right eye, and then I opened my upper and lower eyelids and then broke away with my eyebrows. Then I pushed my left eyelids back and forth, and then I felt much better. I turned my head and looked around.

"Damn it."

There was chaos in front of me.

What the hell is this? Is Vivo's mobile phone explosion so powerful? Has this blown the house into a tent?

After all, I have been to Inner Mongolia to live in a tent. I am very familiar with this, but this is too simple, right?

A shabby linen was divided into two pieces. He could not see the tent inside. He was three feet of wooden bed under him. The laying on the bed was faintly filled with sweat. It was a little cold.

When my hand moved, I touched a hard object and felt cold. I subconsciously grabbed it in my hand, and a familiar feeling came from my hand, which was my own knife.

Your own knife?

God’s own swords and fruit swords are all weapons, okay? You can’t take them on the street.

I started with a slightly heavy hand and felt moist. When I held it in front of me, the wooden sheath felt like patina. It was indeed round, with a white copper swallowing mouth, and a foot-long knife handle was tightly wrapped around the leather cloth. Well, it was a bit dirty.

"Mr.." A low shout came from the door.

"who?"

"Mr. Lang, this is the post."

Zhang Jun felt that things seemed a bit big. This knife, this simple military tent, and this subordinate shouting at the door.

He turned over with a knife, and a long bow stood beside the bed. Zhang Jun of the Tang Dynasty made a conclusion with certainty, reached out to touch the pillow, and took out a short sheathed knife. He confirmed that it was the Tang Dynasty.

Only the army of the Tang Dynasty is so luxurious. The Bailian horizontal sword, the simple and exquisite barrier sword, the long bow that started to form in two or three years, the Baijian Mo sword that was murderous intent, and the Mingguang armor hanging in front of the bed.

There should be a horse spear that takes three or four years to make. The trick is too long to put it in the tent.

In addition to horse spear and Mingguang armor, horizontal swords and obstacles are standard for the Tang soldiers, as well as horses and spears, including infantry, both horses and six horses (in the later period, due to years of fighting, they could only maintain a group of six horses).

Needless to mention armor, there were more than a dozen types of armor in the Tang Dynasty, which were protected in detail and comprehensive. They were made of metal, leather and cloth armor.

The most important thing is that it looks good, it is quite handsome.

"Mr., is there anything wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm confused. Come in. When is the time now?"

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong, a heavy footsteps came in, and the partition was lifted, and a big face appeared in front of Zhang Jun.

Because he was wearing armor, he could not tell his age, and he was 1.6 meters tall (the line of conscription in the Tang Dynasty was 1.5 meters), and he looked very solid and powerful.

"Langjun?"

"Are you stupid? Can you still be someone else?"

"Is there anything wrong with your husband?"

"It's okay. You... feel that I'm different from before, right?" Zhang Jun's head turned rapidly in his head: "I've had a lot of dreams these days, and it's very strange. I've been a little dizzy. How long have I slept?"

"That day, the guards under the post were not in good condition, so the husband touched the camp stake and had been sleeping for three days. Please punish me." The man came down and asked for punishment.

"Is there anything outside the account?"

"It's okay, the athletes are just worried about your husband."

Zhang Jun pinched his forehead. After a while, his head was no longer so turbulent, but it still hurt slightly.

Hearing this, I hit a wooden stake the day before yesterday. I don’t know if it was a walking or a horse, so it seemed like it was not easy to live. Is this a traffic accident?

A dream of a thousand years. This unlucky wooden stake.

"Steth the pile and cut the material to get the fire."

"Report to Mr. Lang, that stake has been burned."

"Well. These days, thank you for your hard work. I'm fine, so let everyone feel at ease." Zhang Jun stood up and moved his hands and feet. Although he was tired of lying for a long time, he could still feel the surging power in his body.

He is still a strong man. Although Zhang Jun is considered a type of person who is strong enough, he is still in modern times and is limited in training.

He is an active person, a gym-level guest, an amateur long-distance running athlete. He likes rock climbing and other sports, and learns a lot about fighting Sanda.

Anyway, I just want to try any exercise, and I have practiced Tai Chi for two years in the elderly.

It is mainly because he has an obese physique and is prone to gaining weight. He can only stick to a good diet through exercise.

In addition, he is naturally strong and has developed exercise bacteria, but he likes strength and bare-hand skills, such as fighting, rock climbing, Sanda, wrestling, and bicycle speed riding.

I have also practiced some traditional things intermittently, such as long sticks, knives and riding and shooting.

Thanks to the developer, it was the demolition that allowed him to live such a luxurious and lively life.

Oh my house, what is my savings? Oh my... The decoration is not over yet, so the decoration company is considered unlucky.

It seems that my parents have to plan for a second child. I think their travel plan will definitely die. I don’t know if they die miserably and whether they will leave any shadows on their parents.

As the only son, Zhang Jun thought of his parents who were like a living treasure. He still had a bad taste in his heart, so he left me and went on a trip if you have money.

Humph, practice small trumpets, I always think I'm in trouble and delay your great two-person world.
Chapter completed!