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Silence, both sides fell into silence.

Although Yan Chong was not Zuo Junchu's son, the female reporter did not intend to take the beat back.

Yan Chong had already seen the door to leave, and the female reporter was bound in this space.

With the end of the copy, it is very likely that she will also be wiped out.

"Do you believe me?" Yan Chongran asked.

Female reporter: "???"

I believe you shit!

I trusted you for half a year, and you suddenly told me that you are not his son?

The emotions of the female reporter were going to explode.

"You said you are just a soul." Yan Chong said, "Then I can take you out."

"Who are you, exorcist?" said the female reporter.

"No, I'm just an ordinary reincarnation, but the world you are in may be different from what you know." Yan Chong said, "I don't guarantee that I can help you find this Zuo Junchu or his descendants, but at least you Don’t die right away."

"It's easy for you," said the female reporter. "Even if I pretend to be your entourage, I can't get out of that gate."

"It's not that troublesome..." Yan Chong said, "I just want to know if you believe me."

The female reporter was silent for a while and said, "Then try it."

After all, she was still not reconciled, and then she saw Yan Chong pull out a big knife more than one meter long.

Female reporter: "!!!"

Are you trying to kill me?

But she was too late to escape at this time, and Yan Chong pierced her body with a single knife.

Puppet technique, start!

The female reporter's soul was immediately stripped out, but she did not die.

Shui Sheng Ah Lin, who hadn't come out for a long time, actually jumped out by himself: "Oh, are you afraid of my loneliness, and help me find another company? Taking care of those five little guys all the time is exhausting me!"

The female reporter was taken aback, and said, "What is this?"

"Aren't we all the same!" Shui Sheng Ah Lin said with a smile, "the poor worm who has been freed from a fixed place and has been re-imposed."

Yan Chong said, "Don't make trouble, I didn't want to imprison you. You can go whenever you want."

"Oh, I just talked casually." Shuisheng Arin said, "Come on, don't mention that, sister, how old are you this year?"

Female reporter: "..."

What are you doing?

Although you are also speaking Japanese, how come it has a strong farmhouse flavor?

"How old is the old sister, I'll ask someone to call you a girl." Aquatic Arin is a little familiar, I don't know if she just finished planting the field, "Go, I will show you something fun."

After speaking, she took the reporter's hand and entered Yan Chong's ranch.

Yan Chong: "!!!"

Why are you so conscious?

Do I agree with you to go?

Shouldn't you two stay in your sacrificial space?

What do you go to my farm all day long?

"But it's okay," Yan Chong gave a wry smile and shook his head. "They can be a company together."

It was almost time, Yan Chong cleared up his mood, followed the Qingxue people on the podium and received the trophy of this national competition.

As a team champion, he received an additional reward, a skill duplication scroll, which could duplicate a random skill on the target.

If he wants to play tennis, he can of course copy Tezuka Kunomitsu. Whether it is zero serve or Tezuka field, it is a very powerful trick, and the level is much higher than others.

But this thing is not very practical in real life.

Yan Chong is not a person who wants to pursue the ultimate path of tennis. Even in the magical "Prince of Tennis" world, his Tang Huaise serve and "spirit wall" are enough.

In contrast, Yukimura's five senses are of course stronger, which can enhance his hypnotic effect.

However, the hypnosis of Yukimura Sei may need to be achieved by hitting the ball, or else you can't throw the beat so frequently.

Yan Chong thought about it for a while, but decided to give up using skills to replicate the scrolls in this instance.

If there is really a big boss in the next copy, is it not good to copy an orange skill?

And since he already knows a senior person like Mr. Mellow, and someone as strong as Liu Chuxia, why bother with the world of "The Prince of Tennis"?

"It's because my situation is getting smaller!" Yan Chong sighed, and walked out of the gate of the national competition venue without nostalgia.

There was a star sign on the door, which was the door to leave, and Yan Chong finally returned to the real world.

"Huh, not bad!" Yan Chong took a deep breath, "Mom, I'm back!"

"You are back." A voice rang from behind Yan Chong, but it was not his mother.

"Who?" Yan Chong immediately turned around and saw two men in suits.

One of them was holding a gun in his hand and was pointing at Yan Chong, blocking the door, while the other was leaning on the window sill.

As a result, Yan Chong's escape route was completely blocked.

"Come with us," said the man with the gun.

"Why are you in a hurry?" Yan Chongran relaxed and sat down on the bed. "Aren't you ordinary people?"

Since they haven't done it now, it means that they shouldn't know Yan Chong's strength either.

Yan Chong looked at them with sympathy. Do you think ordinary pistols can still work for me?

The true reincarnation is not so careless.

Or do they already know their strength?

"Less long-winded!" the man with the gun was dissatisfied.

Have you never seen a gun, or have you never seen a movie?

Why are you not afraid?

"My heart is not very good." Yan Chong pretended to be weak, "When you frighten me, I feel sluggish."

"Don't pretend to be garlic with me!" the humane said, "Usually you are alive and kicking, do you have a heart attack?"

"They all said I was narrow-minded." Yan Chong replied.

Man in suit: "???"

Is it a heart disease?

He was so angry that he was about to come over and give Yan Chong a second time. He suddenly felt a cold on his wrist, and then a knife was placed on his neck.

"Your tejin has been broken by me. You can try to pull the trigger." Shuisheng Arin's voice floated in his ear, "Come on, now tell me, do you want to die or to live?"

As for the man sitting by the window, his neck was also strangled from behind at this time, his legs were folded on his waist, and he couldn't break free.

As long as he works hard there, he can breathe out at any time.

"One said one." Yan Chong said, "I don't know who sent you here, but if you only have this level, the person who sent you here doesn't even want you to go back alive."