I said I would turn back time

With Lin Xing's death again, he returned to the past again.

When he opened his eyes this time, he found that he was back behind the door of the woodshed, holding on to the door to prevent the old man from pushing it open.

He glanced around and saw that the doll was still lying on the ground motionless.

However, he had no intention of continuing to ask the doll, because from what the other party just said, he thought he had already got the answer.

"I can't defeat the big villain outside the door, obviously because I haven't really learned the skills to fight."

Lin Xing knew that the doll was right. Although he had read about self-defense techniques on the Internet, and although he had superpowers, in the final analysis he was just an ordinary college student, and his ability to fight head-on was not as good as those who had learned it.

"I heard from Doll that this old man has learned sword skills, but I don't know any skills. This is the difference."

"But on the other hand, as long as I also practice fighting and fighting, maybe I can beat this old man."

"As for practice... what better learning process than self-defense?"

Thinking of this, Lin Xing's eyes suddenly surged with fighting spirit. He picked up the sickle on the side, opened the door, and rushed forward under the surprised eyes of the old man.

The doll on the ground looked at this scene and wondered in his heart: "Is this kid crazy? How dare you charge forward without mastering any skills?"

As expected, Lin Xing was quickly beheaded again, but when he came back to life again, he was not discouraged. Instead, his eyes were full of fighting spirit. He picked up the sickle and rushed forward again, trying to master more fighting abilities in the life-and-death fight.

How to dodge the opponent's hatchet, how to swing the sickle, how to judge the distance between two people, and try not to get hurt...

Lin Xing tried to learn how to fight and how to defeat the opponent in each fight.

Fighting again and again, learning again and again, Lin Xing felt that as he and the old man continued to fight, he could feel more and more clearly the strong killing intent coming from the other party, and even he himself was fighting here. In the process, the emotions became more and more emotional.

And under the stimulation of the emotions on both sides, his own body seemed to gradually heat up, as if there were streams of heat running through him.

With the slight changes in the body, the familiar feeling in my mind came to my heart again, and the memory that I couldn't remember no matter what happened seemed to be gradually surfacing.

Lin Xing felt that something that he had forgotten was about to pop up in his mind.

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After Lin Xing died fifty times.

Seeing Lin Xing who was trying to fight with the old man, the doll on the ground felt disdainful: "This kid...does he want to learn in battle? It's crazy for a chick to think about such a thing."

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After Lin Xing died a hundred times.

Doll looked at Lin Xing who was fighting with the old man in the small courtyard, and felt a little surprised: "Huh? This kid is pretty good at hiding."

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After Lin Xing died two hundred times.

The doll looked at Lin Xing who scratched the old man with a sickle, and was a little surprised: "Is this kid so good at using a sickle? He was obviously an ordinary person just now."

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After Lin Xing died three hundred times.

The doll looked at Lin Xing, who was slightly at a disadvantage in the frontal fight, and said in surprise, "It's too fast, this progress is too fast. You were an ordinary person before, so how come you are about to master a skill in a blink of an eye?"

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After Lin Xing died four hundred times.

The doll looked at the old man who was covered in blood and fell to the ground, and then at Lin Xing who also fell to the ground with a knife. He was shocked: "Genius! Peerless genius! He has mastered a skill in such a short battle!"

"It's a pity, it's such a pity that we both died together."

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After Lin Xing died five hundred times.

The puppet looked at Lin Xing, who had a strong figure, and calmly avoided the old man's machete time and time again as if he had predicted it in advance, and watched Lin Xing who let the old man bleed with a knife, and finally killed the old man unscathed, and was terrified in his heart.

"He didn't know any skill before, but he actually mastered it in such a short battle?"

"And this amazing fighting talent, the old man's sword skills were completely seen through by him."

"Monster! Unparalleled monster! Ancestor, I have never seen such a monster in my long life."

On the other side, after Lin Xing killed the old man in self-defense, he closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes in his body.

I can’t remember how many times I fought the old man.

In that fierce fight, a warm current flowed through Lin Xing's body, and he felt that there was something more in his mind.

It is a skill called Scythe Technique (First Level).

And with the emergence of this skill, his body seemed to become lighter, the right hand holding the sickle seemed to become stronger, and the coordination of his whole body seemed to increase a little...

Lin Xing was a little surprised to feel the subtle changes in his body, recalling the extra sickle technique in his mind, and found that the contents were all summed up in his own fights.

He thought with some surprise: "Skills... So this is what skills mean, and after learning it, it directly strengthened my body?"

At the same time, with the mastery of this skill, more familiar memories emerged in Lin Xing's mind, and he felt that some important memories that he had forgotten had emerged.

This is a memory about learning, cultivation and strength.

Recalling the content of this memory, Lin Xing became clear in his mind: "So that's it, learn the skills, master the skills, and then hone the skills, and finally you can understand the inheritance."

At the same time, Lin Xing also truly understood the real reason why the thin man he met in school before and the old hatchet man he had just killed were stronger than him.

"The person with the teleportation ability at school should also have mastered many skills, which is why he is so much stronger than me."

"Although the old man is not as powerful as him, he has also mastered two skills, so he was much better than me before."

"But they definitely haven't understood the inheritance."

In Lin Xing's revived memory, if he comprehended the inheritance, he would definitely be stronger than the thin man and the old man.

At this moment, there are two clues of inheritance in his mind, one is called soldiers, and the other is called Daotong.

"Skills...inheritance..."

Thinking about the magical power represented by skills and inheritance, Lin Xing couldn't remember why he had relevant memories.

Especially the strong sense of familiarity in his memory made him extremely puzzled.

Suddenly he remembered the historical changes he had noticed before, and couldn't help guessing in his heart: "Could it be that my memory originated from the impact of historical changes?"

It's a pity that there are too few clues related to this matter. Lin Xing knows that he can't get the result by thinking alone at this moment, so he can only hold it in his heart for the time being.

Then Lin Xing picked up the doll and said, "Thank you so much this time. If it weren't for your reminder, I might not have been able to successfully defend myself. Don't be afraid. I will definitely save you and go out together."

The doll was filled with confusion: "What is he talking about? When did I remind him? Did he see that there was something wrong with me? Or was he deceiving me? But why did he deceive me for no reason?"

Not to mention the doll was full of question marks, Lin Xing stuffed the doll into his arms, and carefully walked out of the yard with a sickle in his hand.

He thought to himself: "We have to find a way to call the police first..."

But when the courtyard door opened, as he stepped out, the whole person had already returned to the bedroom.

And at the same time Lin Xing appeared, he immediately felt that he was surrounded, and more than ten pistols around him were aimed at his position.

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