The male lead wants to destroy the world [Transmigration] (MTL)

Chapter 1 Dreamland

Chapter 1 Dreamland

"Stop! Catch him! This little bastard! Dare to resist!" With a sharp shout, a group of boys ran over, ran past Yin Li, and grabbed a bruised-faced old boy. .

"Bah, you run! Little bastard!" The sturdy big boy was clutching his injured head, and his anger was overwhelming, ah! Bleeding!

The captured boy couldn't see his face clearly, his face was bloodstained, and his clothes were messy. Even so, he still struggled to get rid of these people's hands.

"Little bastard, even if you die here today, your parents won't care about you! Hahaha!..." The sturdy boy smiled unscrupulously with his waist inserted.

"Beat me to death! Let him know, I will meet the young master next time, and I must kneel to greet him!" The boy gave an order, and five or six boys beat up the thin boy together.

Yin Li was anxious next to him, shouting: "Hey! Stop! The boy is so small, you will be caught if you do this!!" Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to her, and the boy was still beaten.

After a long time, maybe only ten minutes, the boys got tired from the fight, straightened up and screamed, and cursed: "Forget your kid's life, let's go! Be careful next time!" Walked to the alley in twos and threes.

"Hey, are you okay? Get up! Get up and see the doctor!" Yin Li floated to the boy and said anxiously.

Yes, floating. Spread her hands, transparent palms, the sun shines through the palms, and there is no shadow on the ground, she has become A Piao.

She didn't know why. She was from the 32nd century. Why did she have a dream and went to the 22nd century, when the end times did not come. Moreover, he can only move around the boy.

Why is this time? Well, maybe, because of the time on the calendar? Yin Li thought a little confused. The boy lying on the ground moved his body, raised his body, and the red blood dripped down his cheeks to the ground.

The boy looked at the blurry white shadow in the alley with lost eyes. It was her again, who would see her following him these days. It doesn't matter, is he still afraid of ghosts?

Holding his injured arm, the messy clothes were stained with blood and turned dark red. The boy stepped up and walked slowly towards the home.

Yin Li knew what would happen next, she drifted slowly behind the boy, thinking about the rules of dreams these times. She would come over every time she fell asleep, and every time she saw the boy being beaten or scolded, hehe, there is such a puff?

It's not right. The boy isn't considered a bag, but every time there are too many opponents, he can't beat him, but he doesn't run. It is stubborn to have to break the head of the leader and then be beaten.

Yin Li followed the boy into the house. This is an old residential building, four or five stories high, with a cement floor, and narrow and slender corridors. The boy climbed two floors and reached his door.

As soon as I stood still, something was thrown out of the door, "Babbit, where did you go?! Tell you to come back to cook, and you ran to fight?! Why don't you die outside!" The female voice scolded for half an hour.

The boy walked to his room blankly, a room the size of a grocery room. Except for a single bed, other messy and obsolete items filled every corner, not even a stool. The boy went straight to the corner and took out a small cloth bag, casually washed the wound with potion and wrapped it in white cloth. Then looked at the strip of cloth in his hand in a daze.