Villain: I just want to be a second generation ancestor

If the divine soldier's will had just condensed and appeared in the void, some people would say that Chu Ci was lucky.

So now, no one will say it anymore.

I saw this ray of red tassels landed in front of the tent door impartially.

The location is just right!

It's like a courier delivered to your door!

Even Chu Ci didn't need to move, just stretched out his palm, and took the red tassel into his palm.

The touch felt very smooth, and Chu Ci immediately thought of an advertisement he had seen in his previous life.

A creative ad for a certain chocolate.

The chocolate inside flows between the fingers like silk.

That touch should be like this, right?

"Wow, Brother Chuci, you're almost absorbing it!"

"Otherwise someone will come to snatch it later!"

Gu Xun'er eagerly reminded from the side that the divine soldier's will will definitely cause people to loot.

Not to mention that this is the will of the gun soul, the strongest of all the wills of the gods!

"Don't wait, someone is already here~"

Chu Ci looked at the dense forest obliquely ahead, and in his perception, a dozen figures were approaching him at an extremely fast speed.

The fastest is about one or two minutes, and you will arrive at your location.

Although he had simulated it yesterday, he knew that today's Gun Soul would attract many people.

But the system only explained that it didn't affect him, but he didn't say what would happen.

"Kitten."

Chu Ci called out, the imprint on his chest flickered, and a graceful figure slowly emerged.

It was Xiao Miao wearing a princess dress.

"Master, I want to absorb the will of the divine soldier now, you help me guard a little bit."

Hearing Chu Ci's order, Xiao Miao gave him a blank look.

Just last night, she passively watched the whole night's live broadcast again.

The kind that doesn't blink! !

Especially when Gu Xun'er sang the chrysanthemum stage, she listened to it from beginning to end!

At this moment, she feels that everything she sees now is royal...

Xiao Miao felt that she was sick, and the disease was not serious.

There was a series of shifts in her mentality.

From 'This guy is disgusting' to 'Can I do this too?'

Who can understand.

She abruptly changed from a pure kitten to a well-learned theoretical veteran driver.

Behind this change of mentality, how much sweat did Chu Ci put in! !

In the beginning, she shyly hid in the imprint space and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

But now, she feels that she has been completely pua.

That feeling of seeing and not touching is really too difficult.

Especially the indescribable happiness on the faces of each different heroine, which made her yearn even more.

Really... is that an exaggeration?

It's not like acting...

"I'm talking to you, why are you in a daze?"

As Chu Ci said, his skills were not slow at all.

Hongying passed the hand, and Wu Yuan turned around.

He can clearly feel the energy contained in this substantive will!

It's like a vast ocean!

click-

Chu Ci suddenly crushed the gun soul's will, and strands of pure breath flew into his body like a big milky white boa constrictor.

Hot!violent!fierce!

Sections of unfamiliar but not complicated fragments flashed through his mind like a fleeting glance.

And connecting these fragments together is a set of extremely pure spear technique inheritance!

"Ah... Damn it!"

Xiao Miao originally wanted to say a few words, but she was just about to speak.

Chu Ci closed his eyes and practiced his skills.

This made her have to swallow the full stomach again.

"I'm sick!"

"The dog man is very bad!"

"Bah bah bah!"

After venting her anger against the air, she flew towards the dense forest.

It is clear.

She wanted to transfer all the temper she hadn't had time to vent to others!

......

At this moment, Chu Ci is still immersed in the numerous inheritance of spear skills.

After a trance, he realized that he had turned into a child of seven or eight years old.

Exactly.

It is his consciousness that is connected to the child's body, watching his life like a god.

Sharing each other's first perspective.

At this time, the boy was kneeling in front of a mountain gate, his face was haggard, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked extremely weak.

Just before he couldn't hold it anymore and was about to fall to the ground.

A pair of old and wrinkled palms supported his frail body.

"You have been kneeling in front of my door for seven days, why?"

"I...I want to learn guns from you..."

"Oh? Why did you learn how to shoot a gun from me?"

Hearing this, the boy exerted his last bit of strength.He said weakly, "Because...you are the strongest spear master in the world..."

After all, the boy fell into a coma.

But the old man who heard the answer from the other party laughed loudly.

"From now on, you will be my disciple, Tong Zhenyuan!"

With a flash of the camera, three years passed in a flash.

The boy has grown a lot taller, and his body is much stronger than before.

At this time, he was practicing with a long spear in a courtyard with a strong ancient atmosphere.

Stop, hold, pierce!

It's just the simplest foundation of spear skills, but he keeps repeating it day after day, tirelessly.

After an unknown number of years, the child gradually grew up and turned into a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

And beside him, there will always be a long gun accompanying him.

After these years of training, his spear skills have already reached an extremely high level.

Relying on a gun, he traveled all over the world and challenged countless spear masters.

It's just that you lose more and win less.

Every time he loses, he sums up his failed combat experience, and then keeps replaying.

Turning the screen again, he has reached his thirties.

Now he has a certain reputation in the rivers and lakes.

Even in battle, it is rare to lose.

The master who led him to the beginning is now in his dying years.

He put away his long gun and returned to the yard where he practiced his gun.

I also saw Master lying on the bed, about to run out of oil and burn out.

"This old man has been pursuing the pinnacle of guns all his life, but he has never realized that level..."

"Missing by a tiny bit, you can miss by a thousand miles!"

The old man left with regret, and he knelt in front of the mountain gate for seven days.

It's the same as when I first started.

Seven days later, he picked up the long gun and embarked on the road of pursuing the limit of the gun.

"The realm that Master has not reached, I must complete!"

that's it.

From his perspective, Chu Ci spent the next few decades.

What's more, what he saw was only the memory of Gun Dao. As for the trivial things in life, he couldn't see them at all.

But even so, Chu Ci still clearly knew the other party's daily movements.

It's because this man's whole life has been dedicated to the way of the gun!

Or rather.

The gun is his life!

Until this person was more than a hundred years old, he was already the number one existence in the art of guns!

Known by the world as the gun god!

He came to the grave of the old man again.

"Master, I have reached the realm you mentioned..."

"But this doesn't seem to be the limit of the gun path!"

"I can feel that above this, there is a new field!"

"The disciple will spend his whole life searching for it!"

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