Bang!

Feng Ziyang kicked out and kicked a young man who killed Matt away.

This was the last person to be kicked away by him.

Feng Ziyang turned his head and looked around, and within a radius of five meters around, there were more than a dozen Kill Matts of various shapes.

"Hmph, this time you are lucky, I am in a good mood today to catch up with the uncle, so I will spare you!"

Hearing Feng Ziyang's words, the killers who were lying on the ground screaming and screaming scolded in their hearts at the same time: "If this special thing can be regarded as good luck, then if you are unlucky, will you have to die?"

As if hearing their hearts, Feng Ziyang suddenly said in a cold voice: "If you commit another crime in my hands next time, I will let you leave this world forever!"

There are more people who speak harshly, but no one can put as much pressure on the killers as he did.

As he spoke, every time he killed Matt, he felt like his body had fallen into an ice cellar, as if even the blood in his body was frozen!

The more knowledgeable suddenly realized that this guy was not talking harshly, but stating a fact.

Seeing that no one contradicted him, Feng Ziyang nodded with satisfaction, patted the dust that did not exist on his body, turned around and strode out of the alley.

"I really can't imagine that I, Feng Ziyang, will have one day back on Earth. It's just that...... Why was I reborn as a teenager?"

Walking slowly on the street, Feng Ziyang's heart was full of doubts.

Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, did he really come back from rebirth, or did he have a strange dream that lasted for thousands of years?

"I guess I'm really reborn, otherwise how could my body have become so powerful all of a sudden?"

He felt the powerful power contained in his body, nodded slightly and made a judgment.

If memory serves, I would be over seventeen years old and in high school.

In his memory, his physical fitness was not very good throughout his student days, and at his peak, he was only barely at the average level of ordinary people.

But just now, when he was teaching the dozen or so young men who had provoked him, he clearly felt that his body was full of infinite power.

This is not at all the power that I remember from my high school days.

That's why he was sure that he was really reborn from the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

......

......

Feng Ziyang walked down the familiar street and returned home, the huge house was empty.

He walked into the kitchen, and there was a post-it note on the refrigerator that read: Son, we are on a trip, and the living expenses are put in a drawer for you.

The signature is 'Love Your Mom and Dad'.

Seeing this post-it note, Feng Ziyang's face twitched a few times, and finally silently threw it into the trash.

Sometimes he really doubts whether he was born by his parents, or whether his parents sent him more than ten years ago when they were evaluated by the unit.

Other people's parents can't wait to put down everything at hand to accompany their children when their children are in their third year of high school, for fear that their children will delay their studies if anything.

But his parents are good, and they will both go out for travel every once in a while, leaving him alone at home.

Complain to your parents, and they say, "That's because we believe in your self-care and self-control skills, and we won't delay your studies because we're not at home!"

Therefore, Feng Ziyang can't see his parents for a third of the year, and he has long been accustomed to it.

Back in his room, Feng Ziyang turned on his computer and glanced at the date displayed on the taskbar.

Tuesday, 13 May 2008.

Looking through his memory, he remembered that the day before yesterday and yesterday had the last monthly exam before the college entrance examination, so he would have a rare two-day vacation next.

There was a 'gurgling' sound in his stomach that reminded him that it was time to eat.

He touched his belly and remembered that he had gone out to the library this morning, and had not eaten at noon, and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, so it was no wonder that he felt hungry.

"It's better to be an immortal cultivator, after building a foundation, you can open up the valley, and you don't have to suffer from hunger. ”

While muttering, Feng Ziyang walked into the kitchen, ready to make himself something to eat.

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

I took out my phone and looked at it, as if I was in a different world.

This Nokia's N95 mobile phone can still be regarded as the king of machines at this time, and the sales are very hot, but unfortunately the good times did not last long, and the whole brand was hung up in a few years.

The call was made by Shen Ting, a classmate of Feng Ziyang High School, who held the position of a member of the literary and artistic committee in the class, and was very popular.

"Hey, beauty, what are you looking for me, do you miss me?" Answering the phone, the feeling of boyhood suddenly floated up, and Feng Ziyang asked with a hippie smile.

"Phew!" Shen Ting replied to him affectionately: "The surname is Feng, are you sleeping stupidly at home?"

Feng Ziyang was stunned, "Did something happen?" I went to the library for most of the day today, and I just got home at this time. ”

"No wonder......" Shen Ting paused, as if thinking about how to phrase it, and continued after more than ten seconds: "There is something I don't know whether to tell you or not, but I thought about it for a while, even if you get angry after listening to it, you should let you know......"

Hearing this, Feng Ziyang's expression froze, and he vaguely remembered something.

Before he could completely remember what had happened, he heard Shen Ting say on the phone: "That, I saw Li Man in Yida Plaza today, she ...... She hugged a tall boy as if she were ...... It's in love. ”

Feng Ziyang said expressionlessly: "Okay, I know, thank you." If it's okay, I'll hang up the phone first, I'll be hungry, go get something to eat, goodbye. ”

Without waiting for Shen Ting to answer, he directly ended the call.

His fingers rubbed over the screen of his phone for a while, and he suddenly laughed.

At first, the laughter was inaudible, but gradually the laughter grew louder and louder, until the laughter leaned back and forth, and laughed out of tears.

"I thought I really saw it and let it go, but I didn't expect it to be just my delusion!"

"Li Man, Li Man, I was depressed for you in my last life, and a few years later, my family was ruined because of your concubine!"

"These hatreds, these hatreds, I, Feng Ziyang, can't forget them at all!"

"Li Man, Chen Chu, you adulterers and adulterers wait for me, I didn't have a chance to take revenge in the last life, in this life, I will let you repay it with interest!"

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

By the time Feng finally regained his composure, the Nokia N95, which had been bought for less than two months, had been reduced to a pile of broken shells and electronic components in his hands.

And the palm of his hand was also cut a few times, and the red blood became a small pool of blood under his feet.

Seeing the wound in the palm of his hand, he raised his eyebrows indifferently, threw away the things in his hand and walked into the bathroom to rinse the wound with cold water.

It didn't take long for the wound to stop bleeding and even begin to heal at a rate visible to the naked eye.

If outsiders see this scene, it is estimated that they will directly call the police and ask the relevant departments to arrest him and take him to the slicing study.

Only he knew that this should be just a small benefit that comes with being born again.