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Sigh! If one looked carefully at the corner of this woman's clothes, they would see that they were made of coarse hemp. Her clothes were mostly covered with patches, and her hair was tied up in a bun. She had a bun and a hairpin, but that hairpin was made of a piece of wood.

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?

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 this? It seems like this yellow sticky substance is some treasure? '

Then he heard his own body say: "Hmm, Mother, I … I... I... [Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] [Next Chapter] Next time. To. More. More … 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 thought, 'Oh my god, who can tell me what's going on?'

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

Only then did he see a wooden stick in his hand. He was playing with the stick, and his hand was actually a child's hand, when he suddenly used the force of his hands, the adult arm 10 cm long wooden stick broke from the crack. Hearing the sound of the wooden stick breaking, he felt the feedback on his hand, and he knew that this wooden stick was very strong.

Liu Zhiqiang thought to himself, 'This kid 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."

"Un, baby …" "Oh …" Get out … Get out … "I'll go." Before he could finish, he was running down a dirt road.

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 11, 12, and the youngest was around 6 years old.

Seeing the girl fall to the ground, one of them, who was a little fat, a young boy 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." If he dares to hit you, I'll teach him a lesson. " 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 run away.

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 backed off shouted, "Don't fight yet, ask him again first …" 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 couldn't beat them anymore, so he rolled up a palm-sized rock on the ground and used all his strength to smash it on Gouyu's head. At this moment, the pain from his head made Liu Zhiqiang unable to stay calm.

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.

At this moment, he heard a "poof" sound. It was the sound of the boy being thrown to the ground. He was thrown a few meters away before he landed. If it wasn't for the grass and flowers all around him, his brain would have been 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 almost 300 pounds of strength for 20 years, and now, his body was no longer 5 years old.

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, was madly spanking these little kids.

Of course, even if these kids were taller than him, if he really only had the strength of a five-year-old, 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 surrounding birds made him feel as if this dream was real.

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?'

The other difference was that he felt that the muscles in his body were very well-developed and strong. He looked around and found no one else, 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 power. In addition, this body will grow many times stronger when it grows up, so it would be terrifying to think about how much power this body would have when it reached the peak of power of 37 years old.

"But this is all a dream! "It's too unreal. I wish that I could wake up soon. However, this skin and all the senses in my eyes are more real than the dreams I had before." He muttered to himself.

Liu Zhiqiang felt like he was in the south. The weather was mild, so he jumped into the river to swim.

He felt that this was the weirdest swim he had ever swam. He carefully thought about it, in such a small size, with a body of less than 30 jins, yet with over 300 jins of muscle strength, how amazing it was.

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.