In fact, he's only fifteen years old and was almost on the third level of martial arts when he left. He might surpass his father in the future, but his family still let him go

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chun had already believed seven or eight points, but she didn't show it on her face. She smiled and said, "That should be a better way out

Wang Yijiao half closed her eyes and wasn't very happy. "Whether it's good or not is his way out, what does it have to do with me

Is he not good to you

It's not bad either, it's just that she feels something is missing, "she said, placing her chin on the table and the flesh on her cheek trembling slightly as she spoke. The evening light outside the window poured into the small room, painting her with a layer of melancholy as the sun set.

Zhao Chun doesn't know how to comfort people the most, she stuck a few words in her mouth and couldn't spit them out.

Zhao Chun

Hmm

She saw Wang Yijiao tilt her cheek and press it against the shiny tabletop, asking, "Do you think my sister and I have a good relationship

Zhao Chun sat down next to her and whispered, "Compared to my family, you guys are already very good

My fellow sisters, who grew up together since childhood, have become more intimate than their relationship, which does not necessarily match their names.

Zhao Chun was an only child in his previous life. He didn't know how to get along with his brothers and sisters. Even if he came here, he was very distant from the rest of the Zhao family. She remembered her parents, but found that their faces were gradually fading and twisting, and this was only ten years ago

One day, the things from her previous life will be stripped from her mind and reassembled into another 'Zhao Chun', no longer her.

Zhao Chun's eyes suddenly cleared up, and the barrier that had been covering her since birth suddenly dissipated. No changes have occurred, but she truly feels that she exists more authentically.

The two of them remained silent as dusk grew quietly inside the house.

After Wang Yijiao left, taking advantage of the fact that it was already late, Zhao Chun sat there staring blankly.

The evening breeze shook the leaves outside the room, and Zhao Chun trembled suddenly. She woke up and vaguely understood something. It turned out that she had been deliberately avoiding this world and only regarded the ten years she had lived as a big dream.

Whether it's practicing martial arts or seeking enlightenment. The reason why she always wants to live peacefully in her heart is to return to her original world. So she deliberately avoided getting close to people, not allowing anything to become a possibility of attachment.

It is herself who prevents her from fully integrating into this world. When the inner barrier was broken, she truly lived as Zhao Chun.

Lying back in bed, Zhao Chun felt an unprecedented calmness. Just under the calm, there was a vague surge of panic.

All luck has nowhere to hide, she must face this bizarre world. If the road ahead deviates from the established track, all she needs to do is step on it.

Perhaps this can also be considered a form of heroism, she thought.

Most of the recruited children are still young, and even though the royal city is heavily guarded, the managers dare not let them go out at will.

Zhao Chun stayed indoors for two days, feeling really bored, so she ran to the yard to give two sets of punches and stretch her body. Pang Zhen looked at her and felt surprised, but she was weak in her punches and unstable in her lower body. She was not from the martial arts world. Pang Zhen shook his head, thinking that she was just trying to strengthen her body.

On the third day, just after the fifth shift, someone sent an order to visit.

It is said to be a grand gathering, and the Lingzhen Taoist Temple has given it the elegant name of "Changsheng Banquet", setting up a dojo in the royal city that can accommodate nearly 100000 people.

Zhao Chun entered with the team, and twenty children sat at a large banquet. After everyone took their seats, it didn't seem crowded.

Looking down from the high platform, Wu Yangyang's head swayed left and right, and the voices of people were booming.

Zhao Chun's ears were almost numb from the noise, and she was feeling extremely uncomfortable. A loud and majestic voice came from the high platform:

Silence

The noise was almost instantly stopped, and the children turned their gaze to the source, not knowing what had happened.

The people in the royal city still looked indifferent, but the foreign warriors were shocked and pale. You should know that this is a magnificent scene where tens of thousands of people are present. The highest distance between the platform and the crowd is nearly two miles away. It can be said that using human power to convey such distance is almost a divine act.

Here we go, "Zhao Chun thought to herself." This world, where warriors are revered, is about to be turned upside down.