Traveling through the world's first

"Uh... I feel dizzy..." Wang Hao woke up half-consciously.

Wang Hao found himself lying on the bed, with a dazzling light coming into his eyes. He subconsciously rubbed his eyes with his right hand and thought to himself, where is this? Am I not singing in KTV?

Wang Hao was celebrating his 25th birthday and invited several close colleagues from the company to go singing and drinking. He drank too much and fell asleep in the private room. When he woke up, he found himself in this strange place.

Who sent me home?

"Master! You finally woke up." The voice was soft and clear, caring and a little flustered.

At this time, Wang Hao suddenly heard a girl's voice.

Walter? Master?

What's happening here?

I just woke up and my head is feeling dizzy. Could it be that I am hallucinating?

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Wang Hao's reaction, the woman sitting beside the bed was obviously startled. She hurried forward to check and reached out to touch Wang Hao's forehead.

Feeling the delicate and smooth palm on his forehead, Wang Hao slowly opened his eyes, and what came into his sight was a little girl dressed as a maid in ancient costume.

She was wearing a lavender long skirt and had an exquisite maid's hair style. She had a pair of big, twinkling eyes and blush on both sides of her fair face. She looked pretty, like a porcelain doll, very cute.

Her expression was full of worry at this moment, and she looked a little overwhelmed.

Wang Hao's heart was beating a little faster, it was the first time he saw such a beautiful and lovely woman.

Is this my home or a Hanfu museum?

Wang Hao's thoughts turned around and he asked doubtfully:

"Who... who are you? Where is this?"

"Master, it's only been one night, how come you don't recognize me? I'm Qin Xin."

Wang Hao looked at the little girl in astonishment. Countless thoughts emerged in his mind, but he still couldn't figure out what had happened.

Qin Xin? One night? Little girl? Is this a cosplay of a script-killing drama in ancient style?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Wang Hao glanced around the room. The large bed was decorated in a simple and luxurious style. Most of the furniture in the room, including the walls, were made of wood. It was antique and looked like a typical ancient room.

Was I being pranked and taken to cosplay? The birthday presents these guys gave me were too high-end.

Or, travel through time...?

Seeing the stunned Wang Hao, the little girl named Qin Xin panicked. She waved her white hands in front of Wang Hao and said, "Master? Don't you recognize me?"

Wang Hao didn't hear it and didn't understand what she said for a moment, so he didn't reply to her at all.

Seeing this, Qin Xin suddenly threw herself on Wang Hao, hugged him tightly, and cried, "Master, are you okay? Don't scare me!"

Wang Hao suddenly had a beautiful body, which stimulated his nerves all the time.

There is such a benefit for script-killing games? My friend asked, what is the name of this store?

Wang Hao came back to his senses and raised his head with difficulty. He looked at the exquisite and beautiful face and breathed in the girl's unique body fragrance. He patted the girl's shoulder with his right hand and said softly, "I'm fine."

After that, Wang Hao continued to ask: "But, Qin Xin, who am I? Where is this?"

"It's over, the young master has become stupid." Qin Xin was so frightened when she saw this scene that she stumbled back, muttering to herself.

"Master, something serious has happened."

Finally, he rushed out of the door, leaving behind these deafening words.

Wang Hao shook his head vigorously, looking at the little maid in ancient costume walking away. He was already 70% sure that it must be some script-killing secret room. These guys were making fun of him!

"Is anyone there? You guys are playing a script-killing game and you didn't tell me the plot?"

Wang Hao shouted loudly, and suddenly found that his voice seemed a little wrong. But he didn't think too much about it, and was about to get up and go out to check, only to find that his body had changed!

He looked at his hands and body in disbelief. This didn't look like a young man in his twenties at all. Instead, he looked like a child of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Afterwards, Wang Hao immediately ran to the dressing table and looked at the large round bronze mirror. The face reflected in the yellowed mirror was a young boy with a face that was almost childish. He was wearing white pajamas and had long flowing black hair.

The only drawback is that he is a little short, only about 1.6 meters tall, and a little fat. He is not handsome at all, and looks like a little fat guy.

Holy shit, can script-killing also change the body and voice?

Wang Hao's heart trembled and he slapped himself hard. With a hiss, he quickly covered his cheek in pain.

This isn't a script-killing incident, it's a time travel incident!

Wang Hao was very excited. As a senior bookworm, he must have known about time travel, but he didn't expect it to happen to him. He was excited but also a little hesitant.

But why are there no memories of the original owner?

It doesn’t fit the routine!

Wang Hao turned his head again and did some stretching exercises.

As a result, his memory still remained in the 21st century. He had no memory of this world at all, and it felt like he had just gained a body out of thin air.

What should I do? I hope I won’t be exposed later.

What are you afraid of?

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

"Sanqian, you finally woke up."

Wang Hao looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man dressed in ancient costume, with a slightly plump figure, running towards him in a hurry.

The middle-aged man pulled Wang Hao to look left and right, and asked worriedly: "Sanqian, are you okay?"

Wang Hao was confused. Who is Sanqian? Who is Sanqian?

"Sanqian, what's wrong with you? Why don't you speak?" The middle-aged man became anxious and asked hurriedly.

"Eh? Are you calling me?" Wang Hao also reacted, looking puzzled.

What do you mean by three thousand or four thousand? I don’t know.

There was no way. Wang Hao had no memory at all. He would not be able to get away with it if he pretended. It was better to tell the truth.

"Ah? Don't you remember anything? You are Wan Sanqian, and I am your father Wan Fugui. Are you mentally injured?"

Wan Fugui was anxious, and quickly pulled Wang Hao to sit on a stool, then ordered the old man standing at the door: "Divine doctor, come and see my son, what happened to him?"

At this time, Wang Hao discovered that there was an old man with a goatee standing at the door, holding a box in his hand. He then trotted over and sat next to him.

"Sanqian, this is the world's number one doctor, better than Hua Tuo. He is here to treat you now. Don't worry, Dad will definitely cure you." Wan Fugui said worriedly, "Hurry, doctor."

"Master Wan, don't worry." Sai Huatuo said, then opened the box, took out a small pillow, asked Wang Hao to put his wrist on it, then began to take Wang Hao's pulse, and then asked Wang Hao some questions.

"Master Wan, do you still remember your name? What are your parents' names? What dynasty is it now?"

"I don't know. Just now this person said that my name is Wan Sanqian and his name is Wan Fugui, my father, but I don't remember. As for the dynasty, I don't know either." Wang Hao shook his head, looking at a loss. He thought: This little old man is really funny. I haven't integrated the original owner's memory, so how can I know who the original owner's parents are.

"Then what is three plus five?" Sai Huatuo asked another question.