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Sigh! Looking carefully at this woman, her linen clothes were mostly covered with patches, and her hair was tied in a bun. She had a bun and a hairpin, but that woman was around 20 years old with a wooden hairpin.

Yes, his body was not even half of this woman's size. One must know that in the long years of hand-to-hand combat, although his muscles were not as terrifying as Mr. Keymel's, he was still a standard Shandong man's figure. But now, he was speechless, not only could he not move his body, but his body was also so small that even a dwarf would be taller than him.

Liu Zhiqiang thought to himself, I must be dreaming right now. Although this dream has a real sensation of being able to feel my breath, taste, and so on, I often have this kind of real dream, isn't it? It could be that if I die, my soul will automatically dream, because it should be like this.

While Liu Zhiqiang was lost in his thoughts, the young woman used her right hand to pick up a bowl (let's not call it a bowl, the yellow mud was still missing a few corners) on the stone table. With her left hand, she used a wooden spoon to dig through the bowl and put the remaining yellow sticky substance into her mouth.

When Liu Zhiqiang heard this, he wondered what kind of dialect this was, not Cantonese. He could understand Cantonese somewhat, but he suddenly felt an electric wave pass through his head, and he unintentionally understood the meaning of this dialect.

What is it? It's like this yellow sticky treasure.

Then he heard his own body say, "En, Mother, I …" I... I... Down... Next time... To... More... Multiple... Eat more... Eat some! " Stunned, Liu Zhiqiang was about to faint. How could this dream be any weirder!? He had even changed into a stutterer himself.

The woman smiled happily and nodded her head. She seemed to be afraid of wasting it and started licking the bowl with her tongue.

The woman looked at her son and smiled. "No more."

After a while, the woman put down the bowl, stood up, and walked into a house piled with rocks and covered with wood and grass.

At the same time, Liu Zhiqiang followed the eyes of the man with his own body. He saw that the woman's linen clothes were tied from the neck to the chest with cloth buckles and long sleeves. She also saw the stone house beside her.

Even if he did not know anything, he could tell that this was an ancient costume.

Liu Zhiqiang was thinking, "Oh my god, what's going on? Who can tell me?"

It was mainly because he could not control his body and could not speak by himself.

At this moment, he saw a wooden stick in his hand. He was playing with the stick, and his hands turned out to be the hands of a child, when he suddenly exerted force, the 10cm long wooden stick that was as thick as an adult's arm broke apart. Listening to the breaking of the wooden stick and the feeling of feedback from his hands, he knew that this wooden stick was very strong.

Liu Zhiqiang thought to himself, "This child has a lot of strength. Well, this is me."

A woman's voice came from the stone house, "Kid, after you finish eating, you can go out to play for a while, but remember not to fight. If those big brothers want to cause trouble for you, you can avoid them."

"Mn, baby …" baby... Out... Out... "I'll go." Before he could finish, he was running down a dirt road in the country.

This little Liu Zhiqiang, let's call him Gouva. He ran into a field and saw wild flowers in the field, and was immediately enchanted. He played there, occasionally chasing some insect birds. As the protagonist, Liu Zhiqiang could only follow the child's line of sight because he couldn't control his eyes from opening and closing.

Just when this puppy was having fun playing around, a little girl wearing white silk blue clothes appeared out of nowhere. She had beautiful almond eyes and was about 5 years old. Liu Zhiqiang felt that this dog baby was obviously afraid of her.

What he said next destroyed the image of the little girl. She scolded him, "You damned fool, all the flowers here are mine. You are not allowed to come here in the future." After saying so, she pushed the child, but she was too small to do so. Furthermore, this child's strength seemed to be very strong.

Kampa looked at the little girl and wanted to leave, but the little girl grabbed him by the collar. The little girl was as tall as Kampa's, and her strength was not as strong as Kampa's. She fell to the ground, and when Kampa saw her fall to the ground, he also stopped.

At this moment, the girl cried out loud. Not long after, a few young boys surrounded her. They were also dressed in sackcloth. The oldest was about 11 or 12 years old while the youngest was about 6 years old.

Seeing the girl fall to the ground, one of them, who was a little fat, about 7 or 8 years old, helped the little girl up and asked, "Little sister, what's wrong?"

The little girl cried as she pointed at the puppy and said, "Brother, this fool hit me."

"What?!" "Beat this fool to death." He dares to hit you, so show him who's boss. " The surrounding friends kept talking.

At this moment, Goudan's body was already trembling. Liu Zhiqiang estimated that if the children were not surrounded tightly, he would have already escaped in his dream.

The oldest boy shook his fist and struck out at Kampa. Except for a six-year-old boy, all the kids, including Little Fatso and the little girl, started punching and kicking him.

The little boy who had retreated shouted, "Don't fight yet. Ask him if you want to." He went to pull the nine-year-old boy, who was the worst fighter in the fight.

Of course, no matter how much the young boy screamed or tugged, the 9-year-old boy's strength was greater than his.

Liu Zhiqiang had no interest in these kids fighting. Even if he was beaten up, he could still feel it. This puppy seemed to have gotten experience, so he covered his head and squatted to prevent himself from getting hit.

The oldest boy felt like he was losing control of the fight as he rolled up a rock the size of a palm on the ground and threw it towards Gouyu's head. At this moment, the pain in his head made Liu Zhiqiang unable to keep his composure and he thought to himself, "You guys can just fight; do you really need to use rocks?"

Liu Zhiqiang wanted this body to resist but he couldn't control this region.

All of a sudden, the rock hit Goudan's head. Liu Zhiqiang felt a buzzing sound in his head. He raised his left hand and grabbed the sword that was still smashing at him. With a strong force, the 11-year-old boy was thrown out.

With a flick of his right hand, five children, including the little girl and the boy who had stopped the fight, were sent flying.

Only then did he hear a "poof" sound. It was the sound of the boy that was thrown to the ground. He was thrown four meters away. If it wasn't for the grass and plants all around him, he would have been brain-damaged.

Lying on the ground in a circle, the mini version of Liu Zhiqiang and his other partners were all stunned. Their partner was shocked that the fool would dare to resist and not fight back with his strength.

Liu Zhiqiang, on the other hand, was overjoyed. He had trained for nearly 300 pounds of strength for 20 years, and he was not even 5 years old yet. Finally, he could control this body.

Lying among the little boys on the ground, after a few of them reacted, they got up and rushed over. Liu Zhiqiang, on the other hand, crazily whipped these overconfident kids.

Of course, even if these kids were taller than him, if Liu Zhiqiang really only had the strength of a five-year-old kid, he would have to use fighting techniques.

One of them, the little girl, continued to cry while her two legs continued to rub against the ground, causing the fine fabric of her dress to be worn to the point that it was covered in mud.

Liu Zhiqiang looked at the frightened and crying children. The children he saw were fighting and causing trouble, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?

Liu Zhiqiang had no choice but to walk away and take a look at his surroundings. The blue sky, the rising sun, the distant hills, the lush green farmland, the rising smoke, and the startled birds around.

As he was walking, he saw a small river beside him. Suddenly, a memory flashed through his mind. The sackcloth lady had warned him many times that there were monsters in this river to capture children and feed them, telling him to stay away from the river.

Liu Zhiqiang felt that the memory of the encounter was very strange.

As he approached the river, he saw his reflection in the clear water. He looked exactly the same as he had in his childhood, except that he was dressed in ancient sackcloth, with his hair at the front. This was the image of an ancient child.

Liu Zhiqiang thought: What the hell is going on? What was my dream? How should I wake up?

The strange thing was, he felt that the muscles in his body were very developed and strong. He looked around and found that there was no one else around, so he slowly took off his clothes.

Liu Zhiqiang looked at himself in the river again. He was less than five years old, but he had an explosive muscle mass. Compared to the information he had seen in the Special Forces, this was a body with a deficiency disease of muscle growth inhibitor.

According to the military's information, the outstanding King of Special Forces could only lift a weight of 60 Jin when he was 5 years old, and at this moment, he felt that this body had the original strength of almost 300 Jin before his death, and this body also had its own strength. Of course, he was just having a strange dream.

Liu Zhiqiang thought again: But this is all a dream! Too unreal, I hope I wake up quickly, only this skin, eyes all feelings are much more real than the dream before.

Liu Zhiqiang felt as if they were in the south and the weather was very hot, so he swam in the river.

This was the weirdest swim he had ever swam. He carefully thought about it, in a small size, with a body of less than 30 jins and yet only possessing 300 jins of muscle strength, how amazing was that! Thus, when he entered the water, he was like a fish in water.

He felt that he was swimming far faster than any swimming champion in the world, if there was a sport in this era.