Leave? Give up? How to give up at this time!?

How can you give up those ship girls, give up those smiles, give up the Z16 that uses your life to guard your Z16? How can you give up!

He didn't say anything, but just got up silently, poured out the tea he had just made, started over, and made a pot of tea step by step.

Suddenly, the figure who once made tea for himself came to Zheng Yu's mind...

When we first met, the tears that suddenly flowed, and weeped, we cried and said it was so good.

Even though he was covered in wounds, even if he had just returned from the battlefield, he could still give himself and others the best black tea with a happy smile, which tasted deep into his soul.

Zheng Yu's hand suddenly paused. After a long time, Zheng Yu brought another cup of brewed tea to Anna.

After taking the teacup, Anna blew a breath, then sniffed it slightly, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"It's obviously just some rough tea leaves, but the smell of black tea is brewed. The serious maid and happy girl is really intoxicating."

Anna showed a faint smile on her face, and at this time, she no longer had a hint of recognition of Zheng Yu's coldness before.

She was silent for a long time and put down the teacup.

"Although it tastes good, it's still unqualified. What I want is not this kind of tea full of memories, but a cup of ordinary tea."

"You keep going."

This time, Anna did not say anything as mean as Zheng Yu left, nor did she slap Zheng Yu again. Perhaps she had already realized Zheng Yu's heart from a cup of tea just now.

Sitting there, Anna flipping through the magazines, listening to music with her headphones.

Nodding slightly, Zheng Yu continued his tea making career, a cup of ordinary tea...

Anna's tips are already clear enough, the purpose of this first training is to meditate.

Let your anxious calm down because the ship girls are facing a catastrophe, calm down the angry heart because of Z16's death, and calm down because of their soft hearts that Z16 let SQ22 go, finally occupy the collapsed heart and regret it, abandon all distractions, and calm down.

But...can it be done?

It was just such a simple thing, but Zheng Yu didn't have any confidence, because his mind was full of ship girls, all of the terrible figures of the mutated deep-sea ship, and all of the pink and happy smile of Z16.

...

"No, the taste is too mixed, continue."

...

"No, full of regret and bitter taste, keep going."

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"No, continue!"

...

One hour...two hours...three hours...

The bright sky outside was already dim, and the bright moon had already hung on the treetops at some point, and the stars were shining.

Putting down the teacup and closing the magazine, Anna took off her headphones.

"Today's training ends here, I'm going to go to bed."

After saying this, Anna turned around and left without caring about Zheng Yu.

Seven days...one day passed...

With a tight fist, Zheng Yu's arms were trembling, angry, unwilling to accept, an indescribable depression filled his chest, not anger towards Anna. He knew that Anna's training had begun, and he was training with all his heart and responsibility, but he... yet he...

At this time, let alone the slap of Anna, even Zheng Yu himself wanted to slap himself hundreds of times. Thinking about it this way, Zheng Yu was doing the same. He used all his strength to slap himself more than a dozen times. The pain isolation system was not effective, and the scorching sting stimulating Zheng Yu's soul.

"You are such a strange person."

A young and somewhat lazy boy's voice came from the door. He leaned against the door panel and looked at Zheng Yu with a very strange look.

"It hurts so much, why do you slap yourself? Are you the legendary shaking M?"

"Well! I understand, I understand! As expected, this is true. No wonder Dad introduced you. He must have asked Mom to use you as a punching bag. If Mom slapped her enough, then Dad can go home with peace of mind."

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't laugh. Zheng Yu already knew his identity as the boy in front of me, the son of the protagonist Makura Ye and Anna Shin-san, Asakura Hana.

He was ridiculed by Xiao Zhengta. Zheng Yu knew from his words that what kind of wife Akura Ye was, he would have started to complain if he was usually accused of it, but now he can't say a word.

"The Flower Lord..."

A faint sound rang beside Makurahua.

Zheng Yu couldn't see it because he had not passed the training of a psychic man and had not seen the spirit yet. He could only vaguely hear the sound of the spirit in this way.

Full of seriousness and seriousness, nothing wrong! Amitabha Pill!

The spirit that he could not see around Makurahua must be Amitabha Pill. The spirit of holding Makuraha has now been passed down to Makurahua's spirit. According to this point of time, Amitabha Pill must have evolved into a sword spirit.

"Hmm? Amitabhamaru, do you want to chat with him? Woo... OK."

The naughty child who had not grown into the spiritual king flower, At this moment, Asakura Hua was still very friendly Shota. He nodded immediately when he heard the words he had been taking care of his spirit.

It seemed that a ball of light shone in the hands of Makura Kamikata, and then Makura Kamika pressed the ball of light towards his chest.

"Taking into one body! Amitabha Pill!"

Amid a straightforward shout, white light flashed, and a terrifying airflow burst out from Makanghua's young body, unable to stop her body. Zheng Yu was beaten backwards by the airflow and hit the wall before stopping.

The airflow calmed down, but...

Makura Hua's temperament changed, and her eyes, which were as calm as a deep pool, stared at Zheng Yu without hesitation.

After being silent for a long time, "Makura Hua" finally spoke. However, the pink and tender Shota sound put Zheng Yu in an extremely heavy pressure.

Zheng Yu knew that it must be Amitabha Pill, a warrior known as a ghost man.

"My name is Amitabhamaru, I am a samurai and a swordsman..."

"You have the smell of a sword on you. You must be a qualified swordsman, and you must be a kind swordsman..."

"But... in your eyes, I saw confusion and hesitation, I saw fear and regret, I don't know why you are like this, I just want to ask you one question, can you still swing your sword?"

"I want to have a conversation with you, please be sure to accept my challenge, Mr. Rain."

A challenge.

A challenge from a samurai who was called the Ghost Man 600 years ago in the World of the Spirit King.

...

Zheng Yu slowly stood up, and Nelson's fearlessness was equipped in his hands.
Chapter completed!