Yi Masatozo stood up again and picked up the sword, but found it was surprisingly light.

"The long sword has not changed, but I think it is very light, which means..."

“My strength has increased!”

Yi Zhengzong's eyes lit up. For a moment, he didn't even bother to pull out the two arrows on his body. He kept hitting the arrow on his knees, constantly fiddling with the sword, and became more and more sure in his heart.

This time, the two red lights absorbed significantly increased his power!

It turns out that red lights are also divided into different types.

Yi Masatozo found out the reason and looked up again. At this moment, he was standing at the end of the ground corridor. Above was a bluestone staircase, at least dozens of meters, a bit long.

At the end of the steps, there is a bronze gate.

The door is carved with carvings, with a simple style and a sense of heaviness.

Imatsu-jong was about to take action when he suddenly felt a palpitation and stopped.

"I'm about to wake up."

Inexplicably, Yi Masatozong had this idea, but he was very sure in his heart and believed it without a doubt.

This is the premonition that the ‘dream’ told him.

Yi Masatozo stopped acting and stood quietly in place, looking at the door at the end of his sight, with his lips slightly raised.

It's been two years...

first,

He did not die,

Wake up from the dream.

................

Yi Masajong woke up slowly, feeling comfortable all over, as if he had taken a hot bath.

I turned around and saw that the sky was still as dark as ink outside the window. After all, it was two o'clock in the evening, and it was still less than early morning.

However, Imatsuzong felt that the color outside the window was much better than before.

It seems to bring a hint of brightness.

"Morning exercise has gone!"

Yi Masatozo was very motivated and immediately got up and went to the bathroom, took some washing, and went for morning exercises.

At the same moment

On the commercial street in Takamatsucho, Kamisaki City, a small singing bar marked "Mirror of Wanhua" has just closed and crowds of people have emerged.

"Uh...hiccup!!!"

A drunk young man was walking swaying like a clown. If Imasato was here, he would immediately recognize his identity - the vice president of Kendo Club of Yongming High School, Iwasaki Korora.

As a high school student, Iwasaki Koraku is definitely less than 20 years old.

According to the regulations, the Cherry Blossom Country prohibits minors from drinking, and the ban is very strong. If the wine merchants are found to be fined.

However, with the aging population in recent years and the reduction in adulthood, wine merchants have opened their eyes and closed their eyes when it comes to selling wine.

Most high school students can buy alcohol unless their faces are too tender...such as a president.

Iwasaki Kasuko was drinking a little high, but he didn't care at all. With his gorilla-like body, the homeless man had to walk around when he saw it, so he was walking on the crabs too - coming across.

The night is heavy and the cold wind is rustling.

The dim lights by the road flickered faintly, pulling people's shadows, becoming intermittent.

Takamatsucho is a typical civilian area, no comparison with the Miyata-cho where Imatsuzong lives. The street facilities in the rich and civilian areas are completely different. Therefore, the street lights in Takamatsucho often have a phenomenon of "disrepair for a long time".

Iwasaki Kaoru was so angry that his eyes were so painful that his street lights were shining.

Inexplicably, he remembered that at dusk, the president left Yi Masatoko alone.

A lonely man and a widow, living together in the same room.

To be honest...

Do you believe it?

Iwasaki Kaori doesn't believe it anyway.

So he felt his eyes hurt even more, and his irritability was like a volcano brewing, as if it was about to burst out.

"Look for an opportunity tomorrow and teach that little face a lesson..."

Iwasaki Koro cursed, as if venting his depression.

When people are depressed, they always want to be happy.

The consumption experience in "Mirror of Wanhua" made him very happy, especially the underground girl group.

"Mirror of Wanhua" is Live   It was originally a small performance of an underground band. It sells cheap tickets to the public and also has the function of a bar, relying on alcohol and meager ticket profits to make money.

But with the development of the times, there are fewer and fewer underground orchestras. Instead, they are underground girls in the Heisei era, and their integrity is also well-known - they can touch it with money and have messy photos.

Kasuko Iwasaki looked at his finger, as if there was still a lingering fragrance on it. For a moment, he felt that he had spent 200 cherry blossom coins and made him make a huge profit. The cherry blossom coins are not Japanese yen, and their purchasing power is similar to that of RMB.

It’s the expenses this month, so you have to be a little more frugal.

"Mad, how great would it be if the president was as considerate and gentle as a member of the girl group..."

Iwasaki Kasura complained, but when he thought of the president's appearance, he felt that the girl group was boring for a moment. He began to feel sorry for the expenses at night and even more hated Yi Masatozo.

"Young man, I want you to look good tomorrow!"

Iwasaki Kasura held his breath and kicked the empty can on the enclave, drifting far away, and finally landed at the end of his sight.

Dangdangdangdangdang...

The sound of cans hitting them looks particularly harsh on the empty streets.

I don’t know when the entire street was empty, with only dim lights flashing.

Iwasaki Kaori's shadow was also stretched very long, very long, just like the ramen unfolding.

It looks like it's about to tear the ramen.

The nearby houses became more and more gloomy, as if they were integrated with the night sky, and the entire street was covered with dim yellow.

It was like a toy street, covered with black cloth on both sides, and no one knew what was behind the black cloth.

The streets are dazzlingly yellow,

The shadow is as long as silk,

Iwasaki Kasuko became more and more irritable, like a goldfish locked in a fish tank, instinctively feeling uncomfortable.

He wants to kick another can.

Looking down, I couldn't find anything.

I didn't know where the can was kicked in front of me.

Irritable,

That little white face!

Iwasaki Kaoro was so angry that he was getting faster and faster when he turned around.

Suddenly, my chest became stuffy and it seemed like I bumped into someone.

Iwasaki Korora suddenly tightened his voice, but the other party's humming made him feel relieved.

"ah!"

The sweet and sweet voice proves that she is a girl.

Iwasaki Kasuko looked carefully again. The other party was wrapped in a thick down jacket, but it was not pulled up in the middle. You could see the pure black performance costume, which was tightly attached to your body, outlining the graceful figure.

Member of that underground girl group!

Iwasaki Kasuki's eyes lit up. Before he could speak, the other party hurriedly apologized: "Sorry! I bumped into you..."

Having said that, the long-haired girl hugged his arm tightly, as if she was stabilizing her body, and also allowed Kaoru Iwasaki to experience the soft and beautiful touch, which was worth 200 cherry blossom coins.

"It's okay!"

Iwasaki Kasura hugged the other party and chatted with him: "It's so late, why don't you leave with your companions?"

"She... they all went to the guests who made an appointment, and I was the only one..."

The girl with long hair said with her head down, her ink-like black hair covering her face.

The quality of that underground girl group is good, and after the performance, there are subsequent "business activities"... it is understandable.

Iwasaki Kasura hugged her tightly, trying to recall the other person's name. Maybe he was drunk and couldn't remember any name, it was empty.

It doesn't matter,

At least he still remembers that there was a lover's hotel nearby.
To be continued...