Zongman-Ancestors

Coming back from the [-]th team dragging his body exhausted, he really shouldn't have agreed to her, it was all caused by connivance, Xizi thought, every time he came back, he would become like this, very helpless.

"Today we are going to learn fighting. Fighting is a combat sport that allows many different fighting techniques. It is free to play in a very flexible way, without restrictions. The techniques that have attack, defense, and dodge are fighting skills. (Martial arts), it is an ancient skill. It is called a skill because its purpose is contrary to the purpose of most sports. No matter how many effects there are in fighting, whether it is fitness or self-defense, its fundamental The purpose is to kill the opponent in the fastest, most ruthless and most effective way."

"Okay, let's do actual combat next, who wants to be a demonstration?" Xizi looked at the student "Yuan Ye" below, and a healthy young man came out.

"Look at it." Yuan Ye put his posture in place, "This kind of technique is suitable for close-up with the enemy, and it is enough to become a killer move with Shunbu." "Try to attack with all your strength," Xizi said to the student in front of him.

Rubbing his sore shoulders, he finally finished today's class.When I came to Liuhun Street, thinking about the Chinese food I hadn’t eaten for a long time, I opened the curtain, and saw a man in a floral robe and white hair waving to me.

"Why is your captain more free than my teacher?" Xizi walked towards them, grabbed the man in the flower robe and drank it down in one gulp.

"Come on, you can be so idle," the man in the flower robe said with a smile, filling another glass.

"Forget it, thank you very much." Xizi shook his head and turned to the counter, "Boss, a rice bowl with beef"

"Okay, come right now"

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Fuzhu holding the wine glass, snatched it away and said slightly angrily, "Don't drink if you are not in good health." Fuzhu's face turned slightly red and he lowered his head, "Just drink a little."

"You too, why don't you look at it?" Xizi glanced at Jingle.

Seeing this, Jing Le rubbed her chin, "It's fine, it's fine, it's not a porcelain doll."

"You're still quibbling." Xizi glared at him. "Okay, okay, my fault, my fault" Jing Le smiled wryly.

"I don't blame the spring water, I want to drink it myself," Fuzhu explained hastily.

"It's okay, this guy has rough skin and thick flesh, let him have a better memory." Xizi didn't even raise his head.

That night we drank for a long time and chatted for a long time, talking about the first time we met, talking about interesting things about Fantuan, and talking about my journey.When I was half-drunk, I vaguely heard someone asking me, "Stay here, okay?" Before I could answer, I fell into complete darkness.

I didn't know at the time that it would be such a long time since I answered this question next time.We didn't expect that the coincidence that night was actually God saying goodbye to us.

The hangover doesn't feel good, God knows I haven't had a drink for hundreds of years, I rubbed my aching head, got up, made a cup of tea, and sat quietly by the window.Fortunately, there is no class today, otherwise it would not be good to go to class like this.

Take out the notebook from the drawer and unlock it.Xizi would take it out to read every once in a while, because she was afraid that if she didn't read it, she would forget everything about her previous life.

Opening the book, there are detailed records of the plot and characters of the Grim Reaper. It seems that in this way, she can recall her life in modern times and remind her that she is a time traveler. Although there are fewer and fewer things that can be remembered, even her father There was only a vague shadow left of my mother, but this was also a consolation.

Touching the cardboard on the cover of the notebook, the tsundere kid from back then has gradually grown up, developing in the direction I am familiar with.

When did he change? Now that I think about it, I can't remember clearly. Xizi smiled helplessly. It really is that he is old, and many memories are blurred.

"Ha..." Xizi stretched himself, and went to visit Kuchiki Yinling today!

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