mousepad-d2 Chapter 1
Chapter 1
When Guo Wuming woke up, there was a lot of noise in his ears.She opened her eyes, they were full of light.The floor in front of me is smooth and slippery, and I don't know what kind of stone it is made of.Not far away, on a low stage covered with a red carpet, a strangely dressed woman was holding a short black stick in her hand, speaking quickly.The sound travels far, but harshly.Thinking about it is not due to internal force.I'm afraid it's caused by something she doesn't know about.
Behind the woman stood several groups of people in groups of twos and threes, who should be of different races.Their hair color and eye color are different from ordinary people, and their clothes are also strange.Some were wearing robes similar to their own, and some were wearing armor made of unknown metal, shining brightly.There are also one or two women wearing revealing clothes, with their arms, waist and legs exposed, but their bodies are not considered graceful.
Sell slaves?Guo Wuming guessed in his heart, but he still didn't move.The gold needle has reached the fingertips.No matter what the environment, she remained vigilant, let alone now, she had no idea where she was.
The group of people on the stage changed, but the previous ones were obviously not sold, they just got off the stage and stood beside them.Now that group of people went up and divided into two sides.From nowhere, the music played by an unknown instrument was deafening.They showed their weapons to the music, but they didn't see each other, but they also caused some of the opponents to fall to the ground.Some have weapons like swords, while others have shields or hammers.I don't know how it is made, but I can see the colorful brilliance on it, shining on the armor.A group of spectators around the stage, in the same strange attire, looked like peasants, all bunted, and the women showed their arms and long legs, cheering from time to time.Each of them held a square utensil in their hands and aimed it at the stage, not knowing what they were doing.
Nameless was shocked.I have never seen such a weapon before, and I feel that it is difficult to deal with it just by looking at the surface.It's too far away and I don't know how powerful it is.But at this time, I haven't figured out the situation at all, so it's better to leave the place of right and wrong first.
Wuming got up and wanted to leave, when a group of people suddenly poured in not far away.All gowns.Men wear hats, women wear buns.Dressing is very different from age.Guo Wuming thought to himself, the dressing habits here are very strange, what's going on?They walked by, gave Wuming a friendly smile, and continued on their way.Someone has already rushed down the stage, taking out a square object and pointing it at the stage. Some people are standing somewhere in twos and threes, poking their cheeks with one hand or fists, and shouting "Ye!" Settle down and continue walking around the field.
Nameless hesitated.Haven't decided whether to stay or go, two girls came not far away.Wearing shorts and shorts with their arms and legs exposed, they moved closer to Wuming, blushing and asking, "Sister, can we take a picture?"
Wuming didn't know what "taking a picture" was, but it seemed that the two had no malicious intentions.She put the golden needle back into her sleeve pocket and nodded. The two girls stood on the left and the right. One of them took out a square iron object, fiddled with it twice and lifted it up. It actually reflected the three of them like a mirror!The two girls poked their heads, pouted their mouths, opened their eyes wide, poked their cheeks with their fingers, Wuming followed suit when he saw this.After saying "Night", Comrade Guo Wuming's first photo in modern times has been preserved in such a funny form.
Wuming spent the next hour in this way.At the beginning, she would look at the iron block with her mouth pouting and poking her cheek every time someone said "take a picture". Later, she found that when she was expressionless or showed a murderous look and then "take a picture", the portrait on the iron block Make those people even more happy.So she simply faced those people with a blank face.Including many people asking her for "WeChat ID" or "Scan", she all coldly and murderously looked over.This scene not only did not frighten them, but attracted more people.
In the discussion of the people around, Wuming knew that the place where she was was called the "Cultural Center" and everyone was participating in the "Cosplay".Those young people who also wear robes come from different "Hanfu clubs".Anonymous guessed that this was probably an organization wearing robes.Because more than a wave of young people came to ask where the robes came from and invited themselves to join their organization.
Wuming also understood that the square iron block should be a communication tool.Can communicate with others through it.It's just that the portrait function is nameless and has not yet been understood.
Wuming already understood at this time that he was afraid that he had come to a brand new place.This place is very different from Tianrong Kingdom.Apart from being able to understand the language and most of the text, I don't know anything else.
Wuming knew that he had to get familiar with this place as soon as possible.If his identity is discovered, he will definitely be noticed.Wuming didn't want to think deeply about what it would bring, as he knew it must be a bad thing after thinking about it.
Wuming remained calm, observing and catching in the crowd.It's a pity that within an hour or so, people dispersed one after another. It seemed that the time for renting the venue for the event had come, and the staff of the "Cultural Center" needed to clear the venue.
Wuming picked up the medicine box on his back and slowly walked behind the people.She was as independent as she was for a while, and didn't know what to do.Wuming mocked from the bottom of his heart, Tianrong's number one poisonous doctor, fell into such a situation, I don't know if Master Quanxia knows, will crawl out of the grave and laugh at her.
The author has something to say:
This is the first time I write an article, I have a lot to say, and I will write it slowly in one sentence at the end, so you can read it slowly.