early morning.

It was getting late and dark outside.

call!

One fist broke through the air blockade and rushed forward straight, with a very fast speed, but when it stopped, it was clean and neat, without any drag. The intention of opening this punch alone had already shown some of the signs of a steady and peaceful state.

Immediately afterwards - Huh! Dong! Pa!

The horse stance is steady, the movement is like lightning, and the fists and feet are hung on the wind.

Zhang Zian wore an ordinary sportswear and made meticulous moves to start today's boxing course.

This is already part of the daily routine of pet shops every morning, and everyone is used to it - the so-called everyone, of course, refers to the elves in the shop.

Lao Cha leaned on the windowsill, and seemed to be not caring about Zhang Zi'an's boxing lessons. Instead, he looked out the window leisurely and admired the morning full of fireworks. The early people walked hurriedly on the ice and snow, exhaling a faint white air, and running towards their own different daily life. The city that had been sleeping all night gradually woke up in the morning light.

It sat on a cool cushion, and a small tea cup was placed beside it. The freshly brewed tea was steaming, and the faint fragrance of the tea leaves filled the entire room.

For Feimas, who has a sensitive sense of smell, the fragrance of tea is not light, but vivid and strong. After living in the store for a long time, it can even detect whether there is one more or one less piece of tea today, which has caused a slight change in the concentration of the fragrance.

Xinghai and the beautiful short building in the store are playing hide-and-seek, and they have a lot of fun. Sometimes the Abyssinian cat named Wendy will also join them.

Feimas envies Xinghai very much, and can play so carefree. Although he is envious, he is not jealous, because this is what Xinghai deserves. After experiencing endless painful cycles of life and death, it has reason to play happily. The world owes it a carefree childhood.

Feimas also felt that he was indebted to Xinghai because he had been with Xinghai in the black box for so long, but he did not meet the invitation to play hide-and-seek together at once. He always faced the fear of death, which made it unintentional to play. Of course, the timeline in the black box was not real, it was just a node in Xinghai's memory. Since Feimas invaded and copied this memory, this memory has deviated from reality.

So now join their hide-and-seek game? Feimas is still in the mood and can be played at any time. At present, it has more urgent issues to consider.

Fina and the Snow Lion had already wisely gone downstairs to sleep back before Zhang Zi'an started practicing boxing. They didn't like the dust and noise when practicing boxing, and at the same time they also felt that Zhang Zi'an, who was focused on practicing boxing, was boring.

There was a thud of thumping the door from the toilet, and Richard's shouting: "I've finished pulling it, let me out!"

As soon as Zhang Zi'an got up, he threw Richard, who was still sleeping, into the toilet, closed the door, and asked it to get out after urinating and defecating. Unfortunately, just like the two days ago, Zhang Zi'an forgot the poor gray parrot as soon as he practiced his fist.

Feimas walked to the toilet door, raised one of his front paws and unscrewed the door lock, and then pushed it open.

Richard flew out with his wings, with a fishy smell of bird droppings.

"Thank you, buddy! Fortunately, you let me go!" It fell on Feimas' back gratefully, "Zhang Zian, this unscrupulous man, I suspect that he has quietly awakened the S attribute in his body!"

Feimas shook his body, he didn't want Richard to fall on his back - a faint fishy smell reminded him that this gray parrot might have lost his butt after he shit...

Richard did not care about his own set, flew to the pillow, plunged into the blanket and continued to sleep. His posture changed to lying on his side, covering the ear hole with one side of his wings.

Whether it is playing, teaching or sleeping, everyone seems to have their own things to do, but Feimas feels confused and idle. It is sleepy, but it can't sleep. It is worried about the Tibetan Mastiff's affairs and cannot fall asleep peacefully.

"stop!"

Lao Cha suddenly called for a stop.

Zhang Zi'an stopped and kept moving, as if a movie was frozen, maintaining the posture of Lao Cha's stopping, his feet stood firmly and down the plate, his left hand was slanted like a hand waving the pipa, his right hand and his palm were swaying forward, and his eyes were not squinting.

Lao Cha turned his head, his pupils were like date pits, and the film on the back of the retina reflected the morning light, emitting a gem-like luster.

It said slowly: "The key point of the stance of the silence of the Palm Killing Neck Hand is to the word "Fu". Zi'an, your palm is "Slash", not "Fu", and you use too much force. Although this stance looks extremely sharp, it is a technique that can move a lot of pounds. The beauty of the silence of the palm is to use force to hit the force, take the enemy's fist with the left hand and press it down, changing the direction of the enemy's force. When the enemy's center of gravity is out of control, cooperate with the right hand's silence and other continuous techniques to win with one blow, and do not give the enemy a chance to breathe or counterattack."

Zhang Zi'an kept his posture unchanged, focused on his mind for a while, nodded and responded: "I understand."

After saying that, he returned to the end of the previous move and re-used the "Palm-Fuzhe Killing Neck Hand".

Feimas watched his movements. This time, the trajectory of his right hand changed, which was softer than last time, with his right palm pressing instead of slashing. Even as an outsider, Feimas, this movement was more in line with the neutral and peaceful signs of the first punch.

After completing this stance, he stopped, carefully pondered the angle and strength of this stance, and then repeated it, this time it was smoother and more natural than the last time.

Old tea must smile.

Feimas felt very strange. Lao Cha didn't watch Zhang Zi'an practice boxing. He was staring at the cup of hot tea in front of him almost from beginning to end, as if there was a world in the tea. How did it know that Zhang Zi'an's boxing posture was wrong?

It looked up at the wall clock. It was still early and would not delay today's shooting.

A pot was mounted on the stove in the kitchen, and the light blue flame gently licked the bottom of the pot. There was a muffled sound from the pot, and the strong aroma of stewed beef of potatoes kept drilling into its nostrils, making it swallow its saliva.

The windowsill is quite wide, and it is a bay window where people can sit. The owner of this house probably grew flowers on the windowsill, leaving a faint round mark on the countertop. This is caused by the flower pots being placed in the same place for many years, and they cannot be wiped off even if they are wiped.

Feimas also jumped onto the windowsill, separated from Laocha by tea cup.

Lao Cha was content with leisure and didn't care, but the windowsill was quite long anyway.

Feimas looked out and his sensitive nose accidentally touched the glass. It was so cold!

"Lao Cha, how did you know that he made a mistake in punching?" it asked curiously.

Lao Cha smiled but didn't answer, but just raised his claws to signal the tea cup in front of him.

"I don't like tea." Feimas shook his head.

Lao Cha's eyelids are half-hung, as if he is closed and pretends to sleep.

Huh! Huh! Dong!

Zhang Zi'an continued to practice boxing, and the sound of yelling was the sound of punching and breaking the wind, and the sound of foot stepping on the floor.

Feimas was also a little sleepy. It lay down, its chin resting on its front legs, and its eyes slowly hang down...

Dong!

Zhang Zian stepped on the floor again, stepped on the step and twisted his body, and punched him backwards.

Something seemed to tremble in Feimas's vision.

It raised its head and barely cheered up, but it didn't find anything moving. Everything in the room except Zhang Zi'an seemed to be in an absolutely static state...

Maybe I read it wrong...it must be like this.

It leaned over and lay down again, and its brain gradually became empty, planning to sleep and regain its energy for today's shooting.

Dong!

As Zhang Zian stepped, something trembled in his vision.

This time it saw it clearly!

Feimas suddenly lost all his fatigue. His pupils dilated and he stared at the tea cup in front of him in surprise.

What trembles are the tea leaves floating in the tea cup.

Every step Zhang Zi'an took would cause the teacup to resonate, causing extremely subtle ripples in the calm tea. If Feimas had not hung his head and had just chosen a suitable angle, it would have been impossible to see it.

Could it be that what Lao Cha made me see?

Noting this detail, it further notices more details.

The steam rising from the teacup should have floated straight up, but was disturbed by the airflow of Zhang Zi'an's punching and kicking, twisting and stretching, changing into an unpredictable shape, like a candle in the wind. The stronger and faster his punches, the greater the impact of the steam, and the distortion angle is also slight differences...

Feimas became more and more fascinated as he watched it. Zhang Zi'an's movements were faithfully expressed by steam and ripples, as if a tangible and untamed little man was hovering and dancing over the teacup.

It understood that Lao Cha used these to determine whether Zhang Zi'an's movements were in place, whether the lower plate was stable, and whether he mastered the method of punching...

Feimas smiled happily, just about to share his discovery with Lao Cha. Zhang Zian had already set his hand and completed today's morning class. The ripples of the tea were curled up, and the waves were as flat as a mirror, reflecting Lao Cha's brass-colored eyes.

In an instant, Feimas faced Laocha's four eyes through the reflection of the tea.

The space around suddenly twisted, and a huge vortex rose in the tea. Feimas was caught in it before he could react!

here we go again!

The sky is spinning! Darkness is coming!

Feimas' heart beats violently. Will he return to the dark black box again?

Come on, it is ready this time and will no longer be as at a loss as last time!

Feimas briefly lost consciousness. When it opened its eyes again, it found that it had come to a strange place, neither the windowsill on the second floor of the pet shop nor the black box living with the sea of ​​stars.

Around them are dense forests, with insects ringing one after another, and a bright moon hangs high in the sky.

A well-proportioned young man strolled in the forest, wearing a long jacket and a hat, and could not see his face and expression.

When he reached an open space, he stopped and slowly turned around.

At this time, Feimas noticed that there was a tabby cat following behind him, squatting a little far away from him, staring at him.

"A Cha, do you really don't want to go to Xiangjiang with me?" said the young man.
Chapter completed!