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Chapter 8: My original intention will never be forgotten

Xia Zuo hated this confrontation, as if the air was called agitation and increased intensification.

The two exploratory eyes fell on him, and Yuan Zhisheng on the opposite side seemed to be unaware of his behavior at all, and how strange it felt to the other party.

Didn’t he know how much his words looked like the villain’s appearance lines in the middle school anime?

No, maybe I don’t care even though I know it, because the seniority mixed race itself is the founder of a group of secondary disease.

From the emperor a thousand years ago to the dragon-slaying warriors today, one generation after another, one can understand that the artistic behavior of Zhong Er disease originated from them, so one can understand it much more.

At least in the setting of the dragon world, at this moment.

Xia Zuo didn't say anything, and he suddenly stopped nervous because with the lines he had just spoken Yasuo, the spirit of the word had fermented to the peak of unity between man and nature.

I just don’t know how much the high-risk speech spirit [Royal Power] with Yuan Zhisheng’s serial number 91 is, and he is not sure.

It seems that because of Yuan Zhisheng's appearance, the surroundings are silent.

The young man from the Miyamoto family who had just jumped off no longer spoke, but judging from his expression, he was obviously a person who was a bit arrogant and proud of the younger generation of the Miyamoto family.

He could not determine the 100% talent of Riyaso in the system and what level he occupied between the mixed-race levels.

But now facing Yuan Zhisheng, there is undoubtedly a chance.

Neon is a country that respects the strong. This culture is particularly obvious in Neon branch, and it is even more irrelevant to the following. Although every time the meeting is held, the parents in the original work will laugh at themselves as their IQ has been reduced a lot, but everyone will laugh at each other.

Because the setting of this world is that in this country founded by the sword, letting go of the sword means death in a certain social sense.

The younger generation who had just joined the company had nodded and admitted their mistakes in the face of the lessons that their predecessors were almost arrogant and excessive, and did not dare to show any resentment.

Because of the machismoism, Valentine's Day is often made by girls by hand to give chocolate to the person they like. Therefore, as the increasingly modernized world, neon single dogs are becoming more and more doubling, and they are increasingly devoted to the two-dimensional world.

Because girls are becoming less and less willing to take the initiative, or their vision is getting higher and higher.

In a mixed-race society, losing power means real death.

Just like Lu Mingze often sings in a middle-second exaggerated tone, almost crazy tone.

The king's crown is always bathed in blood. When the new king ascends the throne, he will definitely sacrifice to heaven and earth with the living corpses of the old king, show off his achievements and announce his orthodoxy.

So Xia Zuo also spontaneously kept silent. Yasuo's 100% talent fusion was able to perfectly imitate the arrogance the other party wanted.

From Yuan Zhisheng gradually changed his gaze of importance. He knew that he had won the attention of this young master with the help of the swordsman Yasuo's unparalleled temperament.

"The master is still waiting for you. There will be an emergency task for you next. Prepare it and come in quickly."

A young man walked out and said to the two.

Then the two walked in one after another, and Xia Zuo naturally knew how to judge the situation and lag behind half a step behind.

"Ao Yugen!"

As soon as he entered the temple that he was not qualified to enter before, he heard the sound of Chun Li's skill release in the Street Fighter's mobile game.

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

The eight small tables in front of the curtain were all present, and the different embroidered clothes of each other showed the different ancient glory of each other's families. The Masatokoji sat in the middle and drank tea.

Hundreds of elites from each family knelt quietly behind their heads, not daring to breathe.

Only the head of the Shangshan family, Xia Zuo, who is the boss who needs to serve, is holding the game holder tightly and having a lot of fun.

"Enough."

Jushimasato scolded him annoyedly, but the effect was not very effective. Xia Zuo was embarrassed, and the next to him suddenly asked him casually: "Can you play Street Fighter 5?"

"Uh, I will know a little bit." Xia Zuo replied subconsciously.

He really didn't have much contact with this kind of mobile game that he eliminated before traveling through time, but he thought it would be more difficult than LOL operation.

"It's okay, I'll be able to play a few more games. In the future, if you have time, you can play with her on my behalf. Anyway, you are the butler responsible for taking care of her."

“…As for the order.”

After saying that, he quickly walked over, grabbed the game holder in her hand, and whispered a few words that Xia Zuo couldn't hear clearly, and the latter reluctantly put the game holder back into his kimono cuff.

The embarrassment finally ended. Xia Zuo and Yuan Zhisheng walked towards the center at the same time, stood up and bowed, and were meticulous in the kimono etiquette.

However, Xia Zuo did not speak because he was standing next to the head of the Genji family, so he was not qualified to speak first.

"The Eight Snake Family targeted the integration of foreigners, which has been very rare since ancient times."

"As the Neon Secret Party with autonomy, we are not like the Kassel headquarters, and we welcome people from all over the world to join us without restrictions. But Xia Zuo is a member of our family, and has received the attention of Young Master Fengmo and treated Sakura differently."

"So today I will personally use the sword in my hand to confirm whether he is qualified to join us in the true sense."

After a few seconds of silence, the chief of the distance, Masato Sekiri was the first to applaud, and everyone clapped. Only Xia Zuo stood beside him, and his body spontaneously began to adjust his breathing.

The wind that was eager to try and the waves covering the whole body accelerated its surging.

"The young master is the young master. I bet that newbie can hold on for one minute. After all, it is someone Miss Sakura values."

Xia Zuo keenly heard the crow's laughter, and Xia Zuo has always been concerned about the characters mentioned in the original work.

But Yasha spoke very lowly, but the meaning was probably the same, and she wouldn't bet on herself.

"We haven't been together like this for a long time since we had a passionate exchange between young people. We usually have small-scale exchanges between various companies."

Masatozo said kindly: "Especially, our Amaterasu took responsibility for the head of the family early. We have never seen him take action. Today, we are just eye-opening. Let us old guys witness the force of the family's future generations together."

Following his words, Yuan Zhisheng stood opposite Natsuzo, and Sakura held the spider and handed it respectfully.

Seeing the two alchemy famous swords that were just sharp on the edges, Xia Zuo was a little worried that the Kusanagi sword in his hand could be cut with it for a few rounds, and would it break if it was touched?

"So, let's start." Jushimasato himself acted as a referee for the two.

So the hall suddenly became extremely quiet, and the sound of drizzling outside the window was so clear that the neon lights entered the plum rain season? These days are cloudy and rainy.

Such weather is really like the scene in "Son of Weather" or "Leaves of Words".

To be honest, the neon lights, antique buildings and vegetation in the Dragon Clan world cover 90% of the country's green area. If the world does not pay so much attention to itself, it is clear that it can live a better life.

For yourself.

Then, he took a deep breath and slowly drew his sword.

He solemnly swore in his heart.

No one can stop them from doing what they want to do, from childhood to adulthood.

Whether it is parents, teachers, classmates, or you.

If you have to have violence to cut the path you want, then.
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