The hometown is even more timid, although the time left is not too long, but after such a long battle, coupled with decades of training in the training space, Ling Zijie is full of emotion.

The dim street lamps on the street sprinkled a little light, the street was unusually silent, turned his head and looked around, Ling Zijie smiled slightly and came to the door of the teahouse.

The paper on the door of the teahouse has long been missing, and the teahouse is still the same as before, but because he and Lao Wang have been out on a mission during this time, the teahouse looks a little dilapidated, and the glass is also full of dust.

Looking up in front of the door for a moment, he entered the teahouse directly in a flash, he has been out for so long, I don't remember where the key was placed, it is better to teleport in directly.

......, his figure appeared in the small courtyard, looked around, and found that since he left, no one had come back here, and everything was still the same as when he left.

Raised his head and exhaled, now he feels extremely relaxed, no matter where it will not be as relaxed as his own home, home is the harbor of the soul, this sentence is very good, even if there is no family here, but those familiar things around can still be exchanged for other simplest memories in the heart.

Smiling slightly, Ling Zijie carried the trident and went straight to Lao Wang's house, Lao Wang designed a secret room behind the bookshelf in his room to store weapons, this is a small stronghold of their ability group in Yanjing, but now the threat of spirits and alien creatures is very great, and no one will come here anymore.

The secret room was opened with ease, the lights inside were on, and the weapons placed on the walls around it were spotless, and there was no communication with the outside world, even if no one cleaned it for a long time, there would be no dust.

Removing a long sniper rifle from the shelf, Ling Zijie casually put the trident on it, but before he could completely let go, the shelf creaked, just a slight contact, and dense cracks appeared on the shelf, if Ling Zijie completely let go of the trident and put it up, I am afraid that this shelf would have been completely crushed.

"This ......" Looking at the bracket that had almost been crushed, Ling Zijie showed a wry smile on his face, he hadn't completely digested the fact that the trident was a holy weapon, after all, it weighed hundreds of catties in his hands, and it was hard to think about how much it weighed.

Swinging the sniper rifle back on, he had to lay the trident flat on the ground, and even then, the metal floor was pressed down into a depression, making the weapons on the walls around him tremble.

"It's a real problem." Lightly putting the trident away, Ling Zijie straightened up and exhaled, his eyes looked around again, he nodded with satisfaction and walked out of the secret room.

This place is no longer used as a stronghold of the ability group, even if Lao Wang comes back, he should know that this thing was put back by him, but there is no need to worry about exposure, as long as his strength is improved again, reaching the level of Ling Tian, I believe that even if the trident is exposed, those hidden families will have nothing to do with themselves.

After returning to his room to take a shower and changing into a set of loose clothes, Ling Zijie finally lay down on the bed he had not seen for a long time.

Whether it is in the Huaxia Military Academy or in the Dragon God Academy, the beds in the dormitory can never catch up with the comfort of their own homes.

Satisfied, Ling Zijie put his hands under his head, and closed his eyes comfortably, he didn't plan to think about anything today, no matter what Xiao Yunlong's task was after that, whether it was those spirits or alien creatures, he didn't want to think about it, now he just wanted to sleep comfortably in his small bed, and drive out all the troubles during this time.

In a daze, he seemed to have a long dream, he dreamed that Chen Haotian led people to intercept him outside the teahouse, dreamed that he killed the headquarters building of the Xingrong Association alone, dreamed of A-Ning, who could be invisible, and dreamed of a kiss with Yang Xiaoman here.

Ling Zijie was happy in his sleep, with a faint smile on his face all the time, even if he was injured to protect Han Xue at that time, even if he was fighting against the wind powerhouse of the Dark Night Group in the small courtyard at that time, even if he was slapped with a textbook by Lin Xiaoling in the office, these have become the most profound memories in his mind, more profound than those moments of birth and death.

Until the next morning, when the sun shone in, he still had a smile on his face.

When he got up, washed, put a towel around his neck, and brushed his teeth with a familiar cup, he even vaguely felt that there was a little girl in the kitchen making breakfast briskly.

Spit out the mouthwash, pulled the towel around his neck and wiped his mouth, humming a little tune out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

Of course, there was no figure of A-Ning in the kitchen, but when he held the utensils that A-Ning had made breakfast for him, he still remembered the slightly cute little girl, and he clearly remembered the scene when the girl wore his clothes for the first time, when he seemed to have a nosebleed.

"Oh, I don't know how that little girl is doing at home, she should be much happier than here." While laying noodles, Ling Zijie was talking to himself.

I wanted to fry an egg for myself, but those things in the refrigerator have long been broken, and the only edible thing I found was the handful of noodles in my hand, he remembered, this was still bought by the old Wang guy, from childhood to adulthood, the old guy never cooked, either called takeout, or took him out to eat, it was really not good, so he took instant noodles and noodles to make a fool, but he suffered a lot.

After a while, a bowl of fragrant white water noodles came out of the pot, he put it in front of his nose and smelled it, with a happy and satisfied look on his face, as if this bowl of white water noodles was a hundred times more fragrant than the craftsmanship of the chef of the Dragon God Academy.

Humming a minor tune and holding this bowl of white water noodles, Ling Zijie came to the laurel tree in the small courtyard and began to gobble it up.

Children at home are always happy, but such happiness can only be experienced in one morning.

After breakfast, Ling Zijie retrieved his clothes and went out, today he was going to report back to the ability group base, where Xiao Yunlong still had a task to release to him.

The streets are as lively as ever, and they have not received the slightest influence from the previous spirit attack on the city, and the strength of the ability group has made the people of Huaxia trust them very much, even if those monsters once destroyed the city, but the pain has passed, and people still live as usual.

"Perhaps, if you are an ordinary person, you will not have these troubles." Looking at the lively scene around him, Ling Zijie smiled and shook his head, waved his hand to stop a taxi and sat in, on the crowded streets, he didn't dare to use his teleportation ability.