In the wee hours of the morning, in the dormitory.

Zheng Jian quietly got up.

first looked at Nangong Meow, who was still asleep next to him, and Zheng Jian turned his head to look at Li Qingya, who was sleeping very dead with the quilt in his hand.

"Bye-bye! This king is going to practice cheaply! After a few days of rest, Zheng Jian was ready to embark on the journey again.

After all, the sword trick he got was like a stunning beauty, teasing Zheng Jian's heart from time to time!

Jumping from the bed to the ground, Zheng Jian walked close to the window, and then was swallowed by a colorless gap.

Entering the turbulence of time and space, Zheng Jian did not hesitate, did not entangle, and went directly to the world that he had been optimistic about before.

"Under One Man", the combat power is not perverted, and it has a fairly abundant aura, and the most important thing is that the eight stunts in it are very interesting.

The source of the Qi body, the hundred refinements of the gods, the spirit of the generals, the seal of the sky, the Qimen after the wind ~~~

Because when he left, the comics and animation were not finished, and Zheng Jian only knew the eight stunts of the above 5.

Among them, Zheng Jian was most interested in the Divine Skill and the Detention of Spirits.

A refiner, a spirit.

"I'm a swordsman, but I don't have a sword, only cheap! I don't have feelings, and I don't have money! So I'm ready to practice a peerless sword for myself! ”

When he came to the New World alone, Zheng Jian was in a very good mood, and he habitually talked about it.

When he first arrived in the New World, Zheng Jian was very low-key, did not do anything, but turned into an ordinary cat and integrated into the center of the southwest region, a small town near Shudu.

A few days later, on the streets of the town, Zheng Jian slowly walked out of a 24-hour convenience store.

"Whew!" Walking out of the storefront, Zheng Jian first stretched a big lazy waist, and then lazily hit a Hache.

"Whoa, whoa!" After moving his mouth, Zheng Jian skillfully walked towards the left side of the road.

Because it is a small town, there are not many people in the morning, and even if Zheng Jian swaggers on the slightly dilapidated stone slabs, no one will stop to watch curiously.

After walking for about 10 minutes, Zheng Jian came to the breakfast shop next to the street on the other side.

"Yo! Uncle Cat, you're here to eat again! ”

It was a young man in his mid-30s who spoke.

His name is Zhang Xiaoliang and he is the owner of this breakfast shop.

"Kitten, you're finally here!" At this time, a girl in her early 20s, with delicate appearance and white skin, came out of the store.

She is Zhang Xiaoliang's wife, her name is Gao Ling, and she is 7 years younger than Zhang Xiaoliang.

It is precisely because of this age difference that Zhang Xiaoliang is very fond of his little wife, and it can even be said that he is obedient.

Gao Ling is a standard cat slave and has two cats at home.

Zhang Xiaoliang has no opinion on his wife's hobby, and he also thinks cats are cute.

"Meow!" Standing in front of the store, Zheng Jian greeted Gao Ling in a friendly manner.

"Big orange, you wait! My sister will give you something to eat right away! ”

After speaking, Gao Ling, who was in a happy mood, walked to the kitchen with a smile on her face.

Zhang Xiaoliang, who was standing at the door smoking, saw this, and hurriedly threw the half-smoked cloud smoke on the ground and trampled it out with his foot.

"Big orange! Now that there are guests, you just wait outside! After Zhang Xiaoliang finished telling Zheng Jian, he walked into the store, "Wife! You put it away, I'll get it! ”

Zheng Jian, who was standing in front of the store, did not make trouble, but skillfully jumped to the left side of the store door, leaning against the rattan chair against the wall.

Zheng Jian didn't wait long, and Zhang Xiaoliang walked out with a disposable paper lunch box.

"Let's eat!" Zhang Xiaoliang put the lunch box on the chair, "Don't be hot!" ”

Zheng Jian took a step forward and put his head on top of the lunch box.

The lunch box contains steaming lamb rice noodles with an enticing aroma.

"I've lived for so many years, and it's the first time I've met a cat who likes to eat mutton rice noodles! And you have to eat hot! Zhang Xiaoliang secretly looked back at his wife sitting in the store, and quietly lit a cigarette.

"Meow! (Less vinegar, not spicy enough!) Zheng Jian stuck his tongue out, licked the soup, and shouted at Zhang Xiaoliang.

"Hey! You still pick! After dealing with each other for several days in a row, Zhang Xiaoliang roughly understood what Zheng Jian wanted to express.

He put the cigarette to his mouth, picked up the lunch box again, and returned to the store.

Add some vinegar and put some millet spicy, Zhang Xiaoliang walked out again.

"Come, uncle, try it!" Put the lunch box back down, Zhang Xiaoliang said funny.

Seeing this, Zheng Jian stuck his tongue into the soup again.

"Meow Meow (good)" This time, Zheng Jian was finally satisfied.

Zheng Jian, who was satisfied with the taste, lowered his head and ate it.

After a while, a bowl full of mutton rice noodles was eaten clean by Zheng Jian.

"Hiccup!"

Zheng Jian, who was full, sat on the rattan chair, covered his stomach contentedly, and burped full of taste.

After eating his fill, Zheng Jian rested for a while and jumped off the rattan chair.

"Big orange! See you tomorrow! Gao Ling, who heard the sound, walked to the door of the store and waved at Zheng Jian.

Meow Meow (See you tomorrow!) Zheng Jian replied again, and then walked into the distance.

Leaving the breakfast shop, Zheng Jian did not wander around, but walked towards the police station with a purpose.

Because it is a small town, the scale of the police station is not too large, and the person in charge of it is surnamed Song.

Officer Song, this is a name that Zheng Jian is very familiar with, plus outside the town, the tombstone in the cemetery in the dense forest is engraved with the three big characters of Zhang Xilin.

The above elements make Zheng Jian very sure and sure that this town is the town where the protagonist Zhang Chulan lived and grew up.

The cemetery is still intact, and Zhang Chulan has left the town to go to Nanbu University.

Through the above information, plus the plot that he still remembers, Zheng Jian is ready to stay here and patiently wait for the start of the main line.

"Fat Tiger! Here you go again! As soon as Zheng Jian walked into the police station, he ran into an acquaintance.

Wang Jia, a police lady who has just been assigned from the police academy for internship.

The young lady has a wheat-colored complexion and an excellent figure, especially a pair of long legs, which is very eye-catching.

Moreover, Wang Jia's facial features are three-dimensional, with a pair of sword eyebrows, and he looks heroic.

"Meow (Fat Tiger, is that what you can call?) Hearing that Wang Jia had given him a nickname, Zheng Jian shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Angry! Fat Tiger! Wang Jia took a few steps forward, walked in front of Zheng Jian, and squatted down neatly.

Wang Jia, who squatted down, held the folder in his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to gently touch Zheng Jian's head and back.

"Meow!" After Zheng Jian first glared at Wang Jia, he slowly pursed his eyes and enjoyed the massage of the beautiful police flower.

"Wang Jia! What are you doing? About two or three minutes later, a gentle, slightly vicissitudes of life middle-aged male voice sounded from behind Wang Jia, not far from the stairs.

Hearing the voice of his master, Team Song, Wang Jia's face changed slightly, and he spit out his pink tongue bitterly, and whispered: "It's miserable!" It's miserable! Fat Tiger is to blame you! ”

Zheng Jian rolled his eyes helplessly, and complained in his heart: "Yes, yes, yes, it's all my fault!" ”