Li Huang'er drove a fiery red car, and after entering the city, he slowed down and attracted a lot of attention.

In Xiangcheng, the most cars are black and white, and the same is true for some big bosses' cars, although there are some red, but there is a huge gap between red and red. Color alone, even people who don't understand cars, can distinguish between good and bad.

In the car, Li Huang'er was a little bored with such a low speed, which made her a little bored, compared to driving slowly like this, she still liked to kick the accelerator and pull the speed down more than 100 yards. In addition, she also felt a little uncomfortable, she seemed to have forgotten something important, but no matter what she thought, she could never remember it, which made her even more irritable.

Fortunately, she is a sane person, and although she is irritable, she does not have the idea of racing in the city.

Until she was bored and looked around, she saw an ordinary sword shop, such shops, everywhere, not uncommon, but the ghost made the gods, she suddenly had a strong idea of wanting to see.

Thinking that it was still early, she pulled over, and then caused a few exclamations, the combination of luxury cars and beauties is never outdated, of course, it is inevitable that there will be malicious speculation, such as things like baoyang

"Zhao Cheng, what are your plans for later?"

In the noodle shop, Zheng Yimeng asked softly, and the roots of his ears suddenly turned a little red.

Even, she felt a little strange about herself, it wasn't quite like a question she would ask. I don't know why, all of a sudden, she really wanted to stay with Zhao Cheng for a while......

"I guess I'm going straight home.

Zhao Cheng responded.

He can't say that he has seen a trick at night, and he plans to let the Heavenly Martial Divine Monarch fight with the monster later, if he says so, it is easy for people to think that he is a fool.

"What are you doing home? ＂

Zheng Yimeng broke the casserole and asked to the end.

「……」

Zhao Cheng felt that the other party was a little strange today, and he cared so much about his affairs.

"Do your homework!"

After a pause of about a second, Zhao Cheng said solemnly.

All tell a lie, and it needs to be sustained with more lies, and it seems to be true at the moment.

"It just so happens that I haven't done my homework yet, so we'll do it together later.

Zheng Yimeng proposed, the roots of her ears turned redder, and she felt that she must be crazy.

This is undoubtedly an unenvisioned path, if you want to talk about doing homework together, they really did it, at that time, he, Zheng Yimeng and Zhao Xiaoxiang, the three of them were all elementary school, and then went to his house to write homework together after school.

But when he became a junior high school powerhouse, this matter was over.

However, Zhao Cheng didn't think much about it, he just thought that the other party wanted to relive his childhood, and then thought that his infiltration plan was in the middle of the night, and he could go after writing his homework.

The only problem is that he doesn't plan to write his homework today, with his style, usually the homework will be delayed until Sunday night, a pen, half a night, and then rely on the standard answers provided by the top students in the class to create a miracle.

In the end, Zhao Cheng politely rejected Zheng Yimeng's proposal and wrote his homework just after the holiday, he felt that this matter was more or less cruel.

"The big girl doesn't stay..."

In the back kitchen, Zheng's mother looked at her daughter, and kept watching the young man go away with some taste.

Good little cabbage, how can there suddenly be signs of running away with people.

And Zheng Yimeng was unaware of his behavior, until he returned to the back kitchen and saw the scrutinizing gaze of his parents.

"Little dream, what is the situation, confess leniently, resist strictly!"

Mother Zheng stared with a strange gaze.

It was only at this time that Zheng Yimeng reacted, his face changed from red to red, and his eyes looked at the ground instead, scanning around as if he wanted to find a hole and see if he could get in, but unfortunately in the real world, how could there be such a thing.

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and even let out a strange scream.

"Babble!"

"I don't know anything."

Before the words fell, the whole person jumped out like a rabbit.

Zhao Cheng walked on the road, there was still some distance from the nearest bus stop, but when he passed by a sword shop, his heart suddenly itched, and the steps he had taken were all taken back, and then turned around, first crossed the road, and then went directly into the store.

The area of the store is very large, the entrance is the counter, the two sides are open, the antique shelves, because the outside is a glass wall, so the lighting is very good, plus the store itself is also full of lighting, in terms of atmosphere, it is full.

As soon as Zhao Cheng entered the door, he saw a very beautiful back, a slender figure, although he was wearing casual clothes, he was not wearing clothes that could better outline his figure, but a few revealed outlines had already shown his charm.

With the waist-high cloudy hair, it is even more reverie, wanting people to know what the front will look like.

Zhao Cheng still likes to look at beautiful women, otherwise he wouldn't often watch Belvia in class, but this time he didn't know what was going on, he just glanced at it and came to a good-looking conclusion, so he had no other ideas.

This change in thinking was not even noticed by himself.

Compared with people, a sword in this store is more attractive to him.

When approaching the store, approaching these sword weapons, even the wooden swords, actually gave Zhao Cheng a subtle illusion that the sword seemed to be breathing.

「？？？」

Zhao Cheng felt a little confused.

Could it be because of the nightmare before that I awakened some strange superpowers?! At his age, he is the age of fantasy, a few years ago, when he was still in junior high school, he had many titles.

The Overlord of the Heavens, the Seventh Magician, the Lord of the Firmament, and the Extreme Demon King

It wasn't until he became a high school powerhouse and burned his diary that these past glories were all gone away with the wind.

He picked up a wooden sword with a label that had not been torn off, and the moment he picked up the sword, he actually gave birth to a subtle, this sword seemed to teach him how to swing the sword.

This couldn't help but make him have some strange thoughts, indeed, in terms of swordsmanship, how can people know more about swords than swords?!

So, he followed his instinct and waved it, and it was certain that he was hallucinating, and his swordsmanship was still at the level of wielding a wooden stick to sweep rape flowers when he was a child, and he did not directly become a swordsmanship powerhouse.

This superpower of his own, which seems to be a bit weak, makes him look forward to it in vain.

At a certain moment just now, he even gave birth to a kind of situation, what he held was not a sword, but fate, a thousand calamities and the sword would not be destroyed, he seemed to be just an ordinary person, in fact, he had been fighting for countless years, but he deliberately forgot about this matter, and just wanted to experience the second delusion of ordinary life.