Fantasy game evolution

——Wake up quickly!

-Don't be afraid!Don't back down!

——You have the same reason to fight like me!There are also things that must be protected like me!

Crossing the city gate, he held the Overlord's gun and roared in the direction of the imperial city:

"Xing Tian! Overlord of Western Chu! Xiang Ji again! Come out quickly and die!!!"

——So, we cannot fall down!We must become stronger!Become stronger!Become stronger than anyone else!

——Even if the enemy is the senior I am waiting for!The same is true of the same kind!

Looking at the devilish energy that has begun to leak, and the familiar feeling, Xiang Yu's smile is even more excited!

--I'm waiting for you!Kid!

——At that time, I will wait for a complete fight!

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"Where is this place?" At this moment, Ling Yan looked at where he was-a place where only ancient rich and nobles could live, he asked doubtfully.

He remembered that he was defeated by Xiang Yu's [West Chu Overlord], completely defeated!

Although I didn't use the power of extreme darkness, even if I used it-I guess it wouldn't get any benefit, right?

However, what makes it even more incomprehensible now is, why did I appear here?

Could it be that Xiang Yu's power really beat him through!?And God fucking crossed to what kind of rich man's house, like the head of the house!?

He subconsciously looked at his clothes-well, it was still the leather armor of the father-in-law and the coat of the tooth wolf. It seemed that this book did not need to be transferred to the ancient romance category.

——Grass, is it time to complain about such things!?

After giving himself a slap, Ling Yan has yet to verify whether or not his brain has been broken-but now he should think about where he is?

Then at this moment, he found a person approaching.

"That—" He wanted to say hello, and just as he just said something, the man actually passed through his body directly!

He is like a ghost at the moment, without entity!?

——Damn, what's the situation!?

However, while Ling Yan was still thinking about what happened to him, the man who had just passed through his body said in a happy voice: "Drink more water and grow up early~"

After hearing his words, Ling Yan came to him subconsciously to see what he was doing happily.

As a result, what he saw was watering the flowers-yes, this man was watering the flowers, and he was still talking to the flowers...

"..." Facing this kind of modernized plot, Ling Yan had no idea what to say.

"Huh, you are making these flowers and plants here again!" However, at this moment, an old-faced old man suddenly appeared next to Ling Yan. He said to the man, "You are not too young, don't be like a The girl at home plays with these flowers all day long!"

The old man’s tone was full of the elders’ hatred of children for their children, but the man seemed to be used to it, still watering the flowers seriously, and coping with his mouth: "Um, I know, uncle ."

"Don't speak so softly for a man! Talk with momentum!" Faced with the gentle tone of the man, the old man called the uncle said harshly.

"Yes!" the man said in his uncle's tone: "I see!"

"Humph." Your uncle snorted, and then said helplessly: "Uncle has invited a teacher for you. You can go to class starting tomorrow."

"I got it." The man said without looking back, keeping that momentum.

"My uncle doesn't want to force you, but you have to work hard, Ji." The young man called out the name of the young man. The helpless old man looked at the helpless child, and finally shook his head and left.

However, when Ling Yan heard the man's name, he was taken aback--

membership……?Xiang Ji?Xiang Yu!?

As if horrified by the answer in his mind, he tremblingly pointed at the man who didn't know his existence at all:

"Could it be that this flower-cultivator looks like a sub-cultural person-Xiang Yu!?"

Well, I would never admit that, in fact, Xiang Yu's past inspiration came from Dumb She—— (turning his head)

Ask for collection and ticket~

Chapter 69: On the Process of Weak and Strong Attacks

At this moment, Ling Yan immediately threw out the thoughts in his mind.

What should I say?Although Xiang Yu does have a name, but the guy in front of him who can do nothing but water the flowers, and speaks so mild incidentally...

How could it be the Overlord of Western Chu who hit him on the ground and beat him into the way he is now!

What did he go through that made him change from a weak one to a strong offense!?

But complaining about it, Ling Yan wanted to know how he could get out more than the guy he was seeing now.

After all, there were already enough enemies, but now a Western Chu Overlord has entered into chaos-it doesn't seem that I don't want to be black, but that all the tasks force me to black out!

With such thoughts in mind, Ling Yan began to observe the daily life of the flower-raising otaku in front of him-although he is not sure whether he is the King of the Western Chu Dynasty Xiang Yu, ah!

Apart from watching his day, he can't do anything if he can't get out!

I'm not the kind of character who can be a ghost at every turn to scare people (although they can't see it)-I can only rely on this to kill time.

In this way, Ling Yan followed the otaku like a ghost every day, watching him water the flowers-reading, watering-eating, watering-sleeping, etc.

So, not knowing whether it was because he was too happy in his daily life, or because he had forgotten something very important, his uncle suddenly flew into the garden again.

The reason is very simple. Not only was Ji not willing to learn calligraphy and poetry, but even later his uncle asked someone to teach him martial arts.

Uncle clamored to smash all the flowerpots in his room, but the otaku immediately hugged the flower he had been caring for, blocked his collection with his body, and opened his mouth:

"Study can only remember names, and martial arts can only be worth one hundred. If you want to learn, you can learn thousands of enemies!"

I have to admit that this mouth cannon is very powerful-but you are holding a flower!Protecting a bunch of flowers and speaking out these things feels very contradictory!

However, unlike Ling Yan, who was just watching a show and spitting out, my uncle was naturally overjoyed when he heard this talk and began to teach the art of war at home.

Ling Yan was forced to listen and fell asleep.

——Well, after all, he was originally a guy who didn't graduate from a fourth-rate university, and he was still the kind of thing that hasn't been translated in ancient Chinese... You let a close combat listen to this thing...

If it wasn't that Ling Yan couldn't hit anyone, he might have gone straight away now, right?