Yang Qi originally went out for the purpose of relaxing, but when a third man whistled at her, a big cross could not help but popped up on Yang Qi's head.

Seeing that little ** was humming and beating, Yang Qi seemed to have a face of the thin ribs in her dream flashed in front of her. Although this ribs were much stronger than that ribs, Yang Qi still took action.

Yes, most girls fled in panic when they were whistled by men. At worst, they could stand there and curse. Of course, some were secretly happy, but Yang Qi took action!

Once you do it, you will be clean and neat.

He reached out and grabbed the wrist and lifted it up and flipped it. He stepped around him and pressed it down. His hand was twisted with his wrist and was beaten behind his head. He couldn't bear it and knelt on the ground and screamed in pain.

An aunt next to her passed by indifferently, glanced at her, and said with a Shanghai accent: "This kind of little slut should be taught a lesson!"

Yang Qi smiled at Auntie: "You said it!" Then he lowered his head and continued to cook the **.

He raised his knee and pressed it on his vest, and he pushed his elbows hard with both hands and pulled it out. With a click, Xiao ** let out a short scream and foamed at the mouth and fell down.

It looks like that, fracture should not be considered a result, but dislocation will definitely not be able to escape. Yang Qi stood up and patted his hands lightly: "Is it a waste of time to learn assassination techniques of my scout?"

This poor ** shouldn't be so bad that she shouldn't be provoked by Yang Qi when she was most irritable and chaotic.

"Auntie, where can I buy breakfast nearby?" Yang Qi seemed to have never done anything before, and calmly asked the aunt. Although she had lived in this apartment for a long time, she usually ate breakfast in the company and didn't know where to buy what to buy nearby.

"Oh, go forward, go out of the park and go to the alley across the road, where you can buy everything." The aunt was also a wonderful person, and she ignored the little ** who was lying on the ground and thrusting.

Yang Qi was surprised to find that there were some hot soups selling fried dough sticks and buns. She didn’t find such good things at ordinary times? It seems that she was just a rush to go, and she didn’t find the beautiful scenery around her.

After walking around the neighborhood, Yang Qi, who bought breakfast, returned to the apartment. Two large bowls of spicy soup were in the entrance, and Yang Qi was so full that she fell into the chair and didn't want to move.

After glanced at the reflection of the shadow on the cabinet glass, Yang Qi sighed again.

Now I can only think about the better - fortunately I am not a student now, fortunately I don’t live in the university dormitory, and fortunately I didn’t share the rent with someone, so I haven’t been exposed for a while. But if all this is not a dream, then one day I will be exposed. If nothing else, what if my parents call me, can I not answer?

Just because I really lowered my voice and fooled it, can I never go home? Can I never go to work?

Especially, "Yang Qi" has no identity, household registration, no origin, no graduation certificate, and she really has nothing. Survival in the future is a problem, let alone other things.

"Oh, why did I encounter such a thing?"

The chaotic ended until dark. Yang Qi, exhausted, fell on the bed in sportswear and sneakers. She covered her eyes with her right hand, and Yang Qi lay quietly on the light. In a moment, she began to feel sleepy in a daze.

In the mist, it seemed that something golden was glowing in the palm of his right hand, but Yang Qi could no longer be energetic and fell asleep after blinking his eyes.

The same sentence - I don’t know that I am a guest in my dream, but I suddenly return home when I come to the night.

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In a daze, someone seemed to be talking.

"This brother, who has a great name, who is from whom he is from, can he have an introduction?"

"I am Zhao Ming, who is learning the Zhao family's boxing in his family, and his clan uncle Zhao Jian is considered the recommender of the next class."

"Okay, the next one - kid, are you here to learn boxing too?"

"Hehe, my mother said that the world is in chaos now, and girls need to learn some kung fu to defend themselves. The person who recommended - does my father count?"

"Haha, count, count! Next one!"

Yang Qi opened his eyes blankly, and after a brief confusion, he saw clearly where he was.

I saw that I was in a side hall. The decoration of this side hall looked very ancient, but it was not that ancient. The Chinese style was mixed with European and beautiful taste, which was very interesting. A plaque was hung on the wall of the side hall, with four big characters "Self-improvement" written on it. Judging from the shape of the characters, it was completely simplified Chinese and easy to recognize.

Looking around, Huo, men, women, young and old in the room were waiting in line for something. These people were monks and Taoist priests, and they were really well-known in all kinds of clothing. But they basically all have one characteristic - big braids!

Yes, these people are wearing big braids, no exception - if you ask me if I have a braid, I will be anxious about you.

However, my vision seemed a little blurry, and it was completely like I didn’t wear glasses when I went out.

"I'm dreaming again? Is this time in the late Qing Dynasty? Last time it was the Southern Song Dynasty, this time it was the late Qing Dynasty. It was the time when the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed. My dream really has a sense of historical weight." Yang Qi murmured in a low voice - wait, this voice...

Raise your hand and touch your throat - you have an Adam's apple! Touch your hair - short hair! Touch your chest and belly - I'll tie your little brother, you're finally back! I've become "Yang Qi" again!

In an instant, Yang Qi's eyes were filled with tears.

"The next one - this little brother, why are you crying?"

Yang Qi reacted smartly, but found that he had unknowingly lined up to the front of the line. He saw a fat old man sitting behind a table in front of him, looking at him with curiosity.

"Excited, excited." Yang Qi quickly cleaned up his face.

"Oh," the old man nodded, his eyes swept across Yang Qi's body, especially on top of Yang Qi's head: "This little brother, look at your clothes and hairstyle, I think you are from the Western School, right?"

Hum? Judging from the old man's reaction, it seems that it is not the era of "beheading without whipping a whip". It seems that the "late Qing Dynasty" is "late" enough. However, the Western School...

"Yes, I'm considered a Western school. I've been studying mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, and foreign languages ​​for more than ten years, but my ancestors' things were almost lost."

The old man nodded and asked, "Then, brother, what kind of boxing skills do you know? Are there any recommendations?"

"Fisting?" It seems that this dream is based on the national martial arts background. His scout assassination technique was taught by a university teacher, so he would not show it out and show it to the shame. Yang Qi shook his head decisively: "I have never learned boxing, and I have never learned it in any school. I am recommending someone..."

Without turning his eyes, the god of lying appears again and sighs: "Oh, I've left home and returned... I've been abroad since I was a child, and I've just returned to China. I've just returned home, so I have no relatives - no referral."

"This... you wait first, I'll go and ask." The old man stood up and walked out of the side hall.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a slightly fat weight came in. The middle-aged man was mixed with the elegance of a scholar and the skillfulness of a businessman, which was very unique.

"Mr. Nong, that's him."

Mr. Nong looked up and down at Yang Qi first, bowed his hand, and a cold light flashed in his solemn eyes: "Nice, rabbit, Mit, oil! Sell, inner mother, e-Nong Jinsun, hold, demon, inner mother?"

Yang Qi gasped in an instant, stared at the man with wide eyes and looked up and down - hold the fuck! Is it because I was not good at English? The character in my dream is English bunker! So Yang Qi also bowed solemnly: "Nice Rabbitmet Oil! Sell the inner silk - Yang Qi, is it oil?"

When Nong Jinsun heard this, he raised his eyebrows and made a cautious move: "Em, rice, three grams of oil, my oil?"
Chapter completed!