act.11's original dream

It's not much different from what I imagined. Yamahonda's strength is indeed higher than mine.

At the beginning of the battle, I was at a disadvantage. Although I was not oppressed and had no power to fight back, it was certain that I had unnecessary defense and attack.

But I don't care, because there is no one else in Nakamura except Yamahonoda. As long as I drag him down, Li Huazu can easily defeat those mobs.

The rumbling explosion kept echoing inside the silent corridor. Yamahonda's attack was violent and fierce, with a huge murderous aura of punches and kicks.

This guy is different from me. He comes out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

I was not afraid, and I was even a little excited. Ordinary people may be afraid before fighting when facing such an aura, but I won’t be able to be happy.

Yes, I was very happy, and my fists trembled faintly because of excitement.

This made me have a little guess about myself before I lost my memory.

Perhaps, before I lost my memory, I was also a master with many battles. I was used to the bloody scenes, so I was not defeated by such a fierce aura and was timid.

"I really underestimated you." Yamahoda and I punched me hard, took several steps back before stabilizing their body.

"I have not had any timidity until now, and that look... If I see the prey-like look, I will have a little interest in your past, Student President."

I shrugged and said, "Sorry, I lost my memory."

Yamahonda didn't agree, "One day you will recover, so why don't you let me listen to my past first."

He burst out with a bang, and the speed was extremely fast. The air in front of him was cut in half by his body. The storm and tearing sound was like a heart-wrenching roar, especially behind him, a tail wave of sea water was separated.

Bang bang bang bang...

Wherever he walked, the glass behind him began to break one after another, and the glass fragments seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, flying in the air and shooting out of the corridor.

Yamahonda's attack seemed to have been brewing for a long time, and after it erupted, it was as fast as the Nine Heavens Thunder.

Before I could come, he rushed to me, as strange as a demon, and as surging as fire.

Reality uses words to attract my attention, and then takes the opportunity to burst out hidden combat power.

Although it was just a simple strategy, it defeated my understanding of him. I admit that I underestimated Yama Honda. He is not a reckless man. He is a great person who can use wisdom in battle.

At this moment, I looked at Yamahonda with admiration.

boom!

Yamahonda didn't say a word and blasted out a fist, as if it could break the sky and destroy the entire teaching building.

As early as he moved forward, I felt extremely dangerous, so I suddenly kicked forward with my feet and flew back without hesitation.

Yamahonda made a wild progress, and I stepped back violently, and never got rid of him when he advanced and retreated.

"It's useless, you can't escape!" Yamahonda shouted softly, and his speed doubled again on the original basis. His fist almost instantly penetrated my chest.

Unable to avoid it, I folded my hands together and kept them in my heart, trying to resist his fist.

But when my fists and arms collided, I suddenly realized that my arms were not as hard as I imagined.

Yamahonda's fist easily broke the bones on my arm, and drove straight into my heart, with one punch splattering blood, dyeing the ground red.

The last scene before I lost consciousness was Yamahonda's cold face.

Ah, it turns out I lost.

Then, the consciousness was completely overwhelmed.

...

"Hey, answer me, why not answer me!" A faint voice came, as if it was close to you, and as if it was a call far away in the sky.

I wanted to open my eyes, but my eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and I couldn't open my eyes no matter what.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally opened my eyes. In front of me were the familiar wooden house, the familiar puppets, and the familiar people.

Chachamaru walked up to me with a plate, "Good morning, Feijun."

"Good morning, Chachawan!" I naturally picked up the black tea on the plate and glanced at the room, "Where is Yiwen, where is she?"

"Master, I'm proud now..."

"Your stingy sister!" An angry voice came from the stairs, and a shoe flew from the sky and smashed the Chacha Wan away.

I looked up and saw the short, true ancestor who was like a primary school student, but with brilliant golden hair, Yiwen Jielin.

"Answer me, why did you ignore me just now?" Yiwen Jielin asked angrily, staring at my neck with a malicious expression.

I don't care. I'm a vampire anyway. Although I'm very unwilling to give up, my blood is indeed not as delicious as Negi.

"Just now, oh, I remembered it. I was a little tired just now, but it doesn't matter now. Look, I'm very energetic." Putting down the black tea, I stood up and waved my hands and feet.

After a pause, I walked to Yiwen and hugged her gently.

"You, you, you...what are you doing? Soul is fading!!"

"Don't move." I said softly, Yiwen's body trembled slightly, but she did not struggle violently.

"I miss you so much, Yiwen."

Yiwen's face suddenly turned red, "Don't treat me as a fool. I have to meet every day. What's the point to miss?"

She looked very happy, but she was unforgivable.

What should I say? It's such a changed personality.

"Although you are talking about the facts, I don't know why, when I see you, I always feel a sense of nostalgia, like a sense of gratitude that I lost and gained again."

"What's that?" Yiwen said oh, as if he understood, and he was posing as he was above him. He kept nodding and said, "Yes, so that's it. I already understand very much. It turns out that you are already obsessed with me to this point..."

I was covered in black thread, but Chachamaru stood up and said, "The master is indeed arrogant."

bump!

The second flying shoe came out of the air, and Chachawan was smashed and flew out again.

"Don't bully Chachamaru too much. She is your most heartfelt servant." I said this, but said in my heart: "Although she is about to join Negi's **."

But by the way, I have been Neji Nieji just now, who is Neji...?

Do I know this person named Neji? Who is he, what kind of person is he?

Forget it, let’s ask Yiwen.

I suddenly came back to my senses. Just as I was about to speak, the scene in front of me suddenly twisted, like a dreamy bubble, quickly collapsed, disappeared, and annihilated.
Chapter completed!