In the early morning, as soon as the sky was bright, the door of Wang Zhen's house was pushed open. At this time, Wang Zhen was still happily wandering in the sea of dreams, and he didn't have the slightest feeling that his door was pushed open.

It was Feng Feng who came in, and he came to wake Wang Zhen up. Looking at Wang Zhen, who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, Feng Feng couldn't help but smile. Then he said to himself, "Haha, this kid won't have a good life in the future." After speaking, he walked to Wang Zhen's bed and gently patted Wang Zhen's shoulder.

Feeling that someone was touching his body, Wang Zhen struggled out of his sweet sleep. finally opened his sleepy eyes, thinking that he would see his most familiar face, but when he saw Feng Feng in the haze, he came back to his senses, and it turned out that he had been away from home for a long time.

Suddenly thinking of what Master Lu Jun said to himself yesterday, that is to say, he will follow his master to practice from today onwards, thinking of this, Wang Zhen's spirit couldn't help but perk, and at the same time, those little sleepiness were also thrown out of the clouds by him.

"Is this about to start practicing, Master?" asked Wang Zhen with a radiant look at Feng Feng, where did he still look like he had just woken up.

Seeing Wang Zhen like this, Feng Feng was very comforted in his heart, and at this time he saw a firm look in Wang Zhen's eyes, which was a kind of firmness that would never stop until the goal was achieved. For an eight-year-old child, that's a lot of treasure.

Wang Zhen's appearance made Feng Feng couldn't help but be stunned for a while, but he soon eased up, and showed his intention, "That's right, get up quickly and put on this thing." As he spoke, Feng Feng threw two sandbags on Wang Zhen's bed, "Go to the city for a while, run a few laps and exercise." ”

After speaking, Feng Feng wanted to turn around and go out, and as soon as he turned around, he turned back again, "Don't stop your pace when you see anything in the city, you can look but don't say, don't ask, all you have to do is run." As he spoke, he and Wang Zhen looked at each other, raised their chins slightly, and asked Wang Zhen, "Understand?"

When asked like this, Wang Zhen did not answer in words, but nodded stunned.

Looking at Feng Feng's departing figure, Wang Zhen hesitated. Why are you not allowed to talk about it and ask yourself? Wang Zhen, who thought to no avail, simply stopped thinking about it, and soon he got dressed and finished making his bed.

At the same time, Feng Feng's voice came in the courtyard again, "Also, in the future, don't be the chief teacher, the master, it's like you want to do some kind of project." From now on, you can call me grandpa. After speaking, accompanied by a hearty laugh, Feng Feng walked out of the courtyard in a hurry.

After hearing this request, Wang Zhen also smiled slightly, it turned out that he didn't like the title of master very much, and now Feng Feng said so, which was also his wish.

Soon, Wang Zhen, who had finished cleaning up, no longer paid attention to the crumpled quilt and the pleated sheets on the bed. In fact, Wang Zhen has made great progress now, and it was his mother's task to fold quilts or something when he was at home before, and now Wang Zhen can take the initiative to get these done, and he will be very pleased if his mother sees this.

Just about to go out to wash, looking back, Wang Zhen remembered the sandbag that was just thrown on the bed by Feng Feng. Huh, why is it gone? Wang Zhen, who was scanning the bed with his eyes, thought suspiciously.

Suddenly, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and then opened the crumpled quilt that he had folded, and sure enough, the two sandbags were lying quietly in his quilt.

grabbed the two sandbags, Wang Zhen gently checked them, each of which was about two catties. He didn't think much of it, and quickly tied them to his legs.

Quickly lifted his leg a few times, Wang Zhen did not feel any weight. He faintly thought in his heart that this could be regarded as cultivation, but he would not be stupid enough to question Feng Feng. His master Lu Junke was taught by Master Feng Feng, and in the past few days, whenever he thinks of Lu Jun's heroic fighting style that day, Wang Zhen's mood will be inexplicably excited, that is a hero.

Thinking about it, Wang Zhen had already left the house, and as soon as he came out, he saw a very interesting scene: Xiao Kai was busy in the kitchen, and it seemed that he was preparing everyone's breakfast.

Thinking of Xiao Kai being cleaned up by Feng Feng and the three yesterday, Wang Zhen felt very funny, although it had been a night, Xiao Kai's head was still swollen like a pig's head.

"Uncle Xiao is early!" While greeting Xiao Kai, Wang Zhen walked out of the courtyard with a slight smile on his lips.

Xiao Kai didn't answer Wang Zhen after hearing his greetings, but just buried his head in hard work there. It wasn't until Wang Zhen walked out of the yard that Xiao Kai said to himself helplessly, "Damn, this is really not light." Hey, now I can't raise my head in front of Xiaozhen in the future. The more he thought about it, the more he felt angry, and at the same time, the swelling on his face was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually becoming normal.

Beichenwei and Lu Jun in the house looked at Xiao Kai's fire, not to mention how happy they were, especially Beichenwei, he was not less calculated by Xiao Kai on weekdays, but yesterday he really had a bad breath.

While Lu Jun and the others were still watching Xiao Kai's jokes in the house, Wang Zhen had already come to the streets of the Fallen City. Today's time is not much different from the usual time when Wang Zhen came out, about half an hour early, and it is the time when the Yin time and the Mao time are handed over.

But although it was half an hour early, what Wang Zhen saw today was very different from what he saw before. After a night of hustle and bustle, many people choose to return to their homes at this time.

And the streets were littered with garbage, weapons, blood, and human stumps and severed arms. Some of the pedestrians on the street are proud, some are depressed, and some have many scars on their bodies.

Wang Zhen, who had been wandering around the city for several mornings, had seen such a scene, and he thought that the city was very safe, but he did not expect to see these things only half an hour early.

More and more people or things that Wang Zhen had never seen constantly impacted his visual nerves and psychological endurance, and finally when Wang Zhen passed through a street entrance, he couldn't stand the stimulation in front of him, and ran to the side and vomited.

Less than five meters away was a corpse, his stomach as if it had been cut open by some sharp weapon, and blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground. The pungent smell of blood began to stimulate Wang Zhen's taste nerves from a long distance.

Rao is these, for Wang Zhen, who has a great change in mentality, he can still bear it, the reason why Wang Zhen vomits is because he sees the big living person churning on the dead body, this scene was just seen by Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen jogged as he watched as the man took out a piece of bright red flesh, and then ate it in a big gulp.

After seeing this, Wang Zhen couldn't help the river and sea in his stomach, so he ran to the wall, holding on to the wall with one hand and patting his chest with the other.

What's going on with the guy here? That guy is eating... The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I couldn't stand these stimuli, and the more I thought about it, the greater the mental burden I felt.