Bai Ji slept until night after a night.

When you get up, the starry night is in the sky.

The sky is full of stars, gently sootheing the wounds on the earth.

Pushing open the window of the room, Bai Ji poked his head out.

Outside the window is a quiet gathering place.

There was a scent of burnt in the air, and there were still some low crying sounds in the corner.

The pain of last night has not yet calmed down so quickly for many people.

But time is still passing, some people stayed forever yesterday, and the rest still needs to move forward.

Among the ruins, some new houses appeared quietly.

The breeze at night carries the smell of the newly turned soil and drills into Baishi's nasal cavity, bringing some vitality to this dead night.

Bai Ji looked at him hard, crossing the entire gathering place, looking at the desert outside the horizon that was trapped in the darkness of the night.

There, I don’t know what kind of world is waiting for him...

As I go along the way, it seems that I will encounter big or small things wherever I go, not because I have a death physique.

But there are so many things happening all over the world in every part of this world.

In places where you can't see, countless legends are happening.

There are also countless people who should have shined on the world, quietly disappearing.

And I just got a little coincidence.

Bai Ji withdrew his gaze and closed the window again.

After ventilation, the consciousness that was not too awake when I woke up completely woke up.

The windows have to be covered, otherwise the wind will bring sand to the room and turn yellow.

Unable to sleep on both sides, Bai Ji pushed open the door and planned to go out.

As soon as I opened the door, I found a dim oil lamp lit downstairs outside the door.

A figure with a straight waist was sitting in front of a table, holding a pen to write something.

Is it the old director?

Bai Ji took light steps and sneaked down.

When I arrived at the first floor, I was not close to it and my head was not raised.

"What are you doing sneakily? I'm old and my ears are not bad."

Bai Ji laughed, not embarrassed.

He just walked up with a thick face and stretched out his head to look at the black and white words spread in front of Lao Dong.

Old Dong, who had long discovered Bai Ji's movement, had no intention of putting it away or hiding it, and obviously did not intend to hide it from Bai Ji.

"What's this?"

Bai Ji said as he turned his eyes on the paper.

I saw the four words that looked up—

"Zhuo Fang personally opened..."

"Written for that kid?"

"Um."

Old Dong nodded.

"Things happened a little suddenly last night, and I also knew that I almost died last night. To be honest, I was not ready yet, but it seemed that I was not ready to say hello to me when death came..."

Old Dong smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

"Some words were not yet time to talk to that kid. But I was afraid that I would leave one day, so I made some preparations in advance. If the kid had a little conscience, he would see the letter I left to him. Now I can't say anything, so I will stay in it."

"Well, it's good to write the suicide note in advance."

Bai Ji said, just sat aside and quietly waited for Lao Dong to finish writing.

However, Old Dong seemed to have finished writing the end. After making the last stroke, Old Dong pulled up the letter paper, shook it in the air, and blew it again to let the Moji get it down as soon as possible.

He walked to the room on the first floor and put it away, and Lao Dong came back.

Therefore, it is difficult to have a definite grasp of one's own strength.

Moreover, due to the lack of rebound force, it is difficult to stop the boxing momentum.

If you fight too hard, your movements will easily deform.

If you hit too lightly, you will not have enough strength and will not have the effect of practice.

There are difficulties everywhere.

Now, Old Dong demonstrates these tips to himself in front of him.

Old Dong didn't say anything.

Keep punching.

The first punch was extremely fast, and he used his hand at a normal speed during the battle.

The second punch was much slower.

Without affecting the effect, Lao Dong slowed down the entire process as much as possible, striving to make Bai Ji feel clearly.

I feel what role every muscle, every bone, and every fascia in my body played during the punching process.
Chapter completed!