As a black soul messenger, Dazhe didn't have much time to practice some basic abilities.
As an ordinary person, he is not like Taiyinzi who has a deep understanding of supernatural powers, so after becoming an envoy, he can directly and seamlessly connect to basic abilities such as flying, atomization, etc.
After leaving the club on the 18th, he quickly shuttled over the city and finally stopped on a high-rise building.
From the rear, Dazhe didn't stop very skillfully. In fact, Dazhe almost caused a situation where he needed to use the front tear duct brake to stop.
Bang!!
However, it also caused a human-shaped dent in the water tank on the roof of the building, and Dazhe was even stuck on the iron sheet on the surface of the water tank.
"No. 18, can you help me?" Dazhe called out as he looked at No. 18, who was standing nearby and looking at something.
No. 18 waved his hand, and Dazhe's body came out of the water tank. At the same time, he said unkindly: "What's the matter with you? Why don't you just talk?"
Dazhe shook his head and said: "If it becomes atomized, the scarf will fall off."
No. 18 was startled, shook his head and said: "The messenger also has the ability to dress. This is set up to facilitate access to the donor. It is very convenient and practical. There is no need for you to wear something that is physical in itself."
Dazhe smiled and said: "Actually, it doesn't take much time to change clothes... Well, next time I can control my flying ability, I won't hit the water tank."
With that said, Dazhe floated up crookedly again.
"It's up to you, you're free to do whatever you like." No. 18 said calmly and continued to look ahead.
Although he agreed to be the mentor of the great philosopher, No. 18 has never had a similar job in the long time he has been a black soul messenger. Among the existing messengers who are on vacation, he is surprisingly enthusiastic about teaching newcomers.
Seeing Dazhe floating like a toddler, No. 18 couldn't help but shake his head secretly... The new master would actually transform an ordinary person into a black soul messenger?
Although I had some complaints in my heart, but on the premise that I couldn't betray... I just criticized him in my heart.
"Sure enough, this is still not easy to do..." Dazhe muttered at this time.
No. 18 was about to say something, but suddenly stopped... At this moment, Dazhe reached out and grabbed the key pendant hanging on his body.
"Zhanlu!"
Dazhe shouted, and then a sword light shot out, turning into a simple bronze sword shape! The manifested Zhanlu released a strong air flow, making the black robe of No. 18 make a hunting sound.
At this time, Zhanlu Sword had automatically arrived at Dazhe's feet. Dazhe seemed to have found a balance point all of a sudden. His figure stabilized instantly, and he was flying like a legendary swordsman in the sky above the night sky.
Not necessarily jerky!
Dazhe made a final circle, then stepped on his sword like a scooter, stopping in front of No. 18, "It's no problem now, I should be able to keep up without getting into trouble. Where are we going next?"
?”
"Is this... Zhan Lu Sword?" No. 18 was silent for a while and suddenly asked.
"Ah, the boss told me to use it." Dazhe nodded, and then said with a somewhat honest smile: "To be honest, this kind of sword flying is really fun, and it can be regarded as a childhood daydream fulfilled.
By the way, No. 18, where is your sword?"
"I don't have such a thing." No. 18 said calmly: "I have another ability system."
Dazhe was startled, "I thought the messengers all had similar equipment..."
"Didn't the master tell you?"
"tell me what?"
Black Soul No. 18 shook his head and said calmly: "Since I haven't told you, maybe I have other intentions. Don't ask any more questions. Remember, as envoys, we only need to give our master absolute loyalty, as long as it does not violate the club.
Under the premise of being consistent with the will of the boss, we can bless individuals with a great degree of freedom."
As a user of Zhanlu... maybe the degree of freedom can be higher. Black Soul No. 18 thought silently. However, his attitude towards Dazhe still changed in his heart... At least, he would not resist.
"Okay, you are my current teacher, I listen to you." Dazhe nodded simply.
Black Soul 18 suddenly said at this time: "In addition, I suggest that you try not to use Zhanlu's power at ordinary times. You should continue your own basic abilities... After some time, I will arrange some combat skills for you.
practise."
"Combat practice?" Dazhe frowned and shook his head: "To be honest, I don't really like fighting now."
"This is not up to you." Black Soul No. 18 said sternly: "As a user of Zhanlu, wouldn't it be a big joke if you can't fight? And you not only have to learn to fight, but you also have to be proficient in fighting."
Dazhe frowned and asked subconsciously: "No. 18...actually, do we have any enemies? For example, there are hostile forces that don't like us, or enemies that are trying to grab territory or something?"
No. 18 sneered: "Enemies? Don't be kidding. In this world, there is no such thing... And what we have to face is definitely not what you can imagine, nor is it the so-called 'enemy'.
Things. Regarding these, when you can completely release Zhanlu's power, Miss Youye or the master will tell you without me."
Dazhe jumped down from Zhanlu, held the hilt of the sword, and looked at the simple long sword, "Although I don't like fighting now, I will never be able to repay the kindness my boss has shown me in my life. If he
If necessary..."
The sword chanted crisply, as if responding to Dazhe, and a faint light flashed on Zhanlu's sword blade, and finally it returned to its original key pendant form, and Dazhe hung it on his body again.
"I listen to you and practice your own abilities more."
No. 18 nodded.
Dazhe was curious at this time: "No. 18, what do you actually look like? I just saw that your face is just a black mist, let me knock it and take a look?"
Dazhe only heard the gloomy and hoarse voice of No. 18, and he was very curious about this temporary teacher and future colleagues.
"It's not necessary." No. 18 said calmly: "The auras of each black soul are different, and you can tell them clearly based on this. When you see more black soul messengers, you will naturally know this."
"Okay..." Dazhe nodded slightly disappointed.
At this time, a white card suddenly appeared in front of No. 18.
"The master has approved it." No. 18 grabbed the white card. After a while, he looked at Dazhe and said: "Since it has been approved, let's start working. Listen, you must learn to fight, but the business of the messenger is
You must also learn.”
"ok!"
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When Luo Qiu went upstairs from the second floor, Youye, who had been repaired and restarted, was already sitting quietly in the lobby.
When he saw Luo Qiu appear, You Ye quickly stood up and said, "Master, are you going home?"
Youye smoothed the hair of the earphones and asked: "Master, what will you have for breakfast tomorrow?"
"Chinese food." Luo Qiu thought for a moment, and then suddenly asked: "By the way, Youye, have you ever been to South America before?"
"South America?"
The maid shook her head, "In terms of geography and history knowledge, I have read some. But it has not really passed. During the period when I was born, I was active in Europe, and then I became the master of you.
It’s time to go to the country…are you going to South America?”
"No... not yet." Luo Qiu shook his head, "Let me think about it again. Well... I have to go home, my phone is about to be buzzed with calls."
"Master, walk slowly."
"Oh, by the way." Luo Qiu turned around and said softly: "The new hair style is quite nice."
She was originally used to having her long hair loose, but now she had her hair clipped on, and she had a suitable look... Faced with the master's appreciation, the maid did not hesitate to smile.
After Luo Qiu left, the lights in the club lobby were turned off one by one, and the maid sat on a chair, leaving a light on.
She did not close her eyes, but held up a cookbook and asked, "Chinese food...what should I make?"
