Manual of Space-Time Interference

"You must be quick when you lift your feet, be hard when kicking, your position must be accurate, and there must be no deviation, otherwise you will leave time for others to react!"

Dialect said to Diana in front of him, and then stretched out his right hand, which was wrapped in a thick down jacket, and placed it at the same height as his crotch, hooked at Diana,

"Come again!"

"puff!"

With one kick, he kicked heavily on his right hand again, and then made a dull sound. Dialect looked at him and smiled, his eyes full of encouragement, "Hurry up and be stronger!"

"puff!"

Another dull sound came out, Fang Yan's hand shook, and then returned to its original position. Looking at Diana, who was already sitting on the ground panting in front of her, she shook her head and walked over to sit next to her. .

After all, still a child...

This was the afternoon of the second day when Dialect and Diana came into contact. Although there was still a shallow gap between the two, it did not affect the simple communication between the two, as well as the "help" like now.

In fact, the dialect got bored, and then pulled Diana down to relieve the boredom.

But it is true that Diana's age and gender are only a layer of protection. In the end, this is both an advantage and a disadvantage. She can make others relax their vigilance, but at the same time, when encountering dangerous situations, The disadvantage brought by her physique will also make her less resistant to resistance. After all, this world will never lack the existence of perverts...

Therefore, some self-defense skills are extremely necessary, just like the monkey stealing peach she used at first, and the dialect is now training Diana on this part of the skills.

As for the question of whether it will teach bad children, at this time, the dialect feels that it is not that important, isn't it?

"I'll tell you about the rest, here, and here, if your legs are caught by someone else, hit these two parts with your hands quickly." Dialect pointed at Diana. Refers to his throat and eyes.

"Here, and here?" Diana asked, her face full of doubts.

"right!"

Dialect nodded, then took out the pistol and the army thorn on his waist with his hand, and put it in front of Diana's eyes and shook it, "Your weapons mainly still need these two things, a pistol and a thorn, and an assault rifle. , it's not for you!"

Diana stared into Dialect's eyes and nodded slowly. In fact, even though she was carrying a rifle behind her, she never used it.

"How old are you now?" Dialect asked, putting back the pistol and thorn, then took off the clothes wrapped around his right hand, took out a bag of compressed biscuits, and sat quietly aside.

"Thirteen." Diana replied in a low voice, although there was still a trace of stains left on her washed face, she could already faintly see a trace of heroism, a trace of immaturity, and a playfulness that belonged to the past.

"You haven't killed anyone, have you?" Fang Yan took out a biscuit and handed it over, but inadvertently, his brain circuit seemed to be short-circuited, and he asked this embarrassing question.

Diana put the biscuit into her mouth, opened her eyes to look at the dialect, then swallowed the biscuit, and then popped out two words, "Killed!"

"How many?" Dialect felt that his brain circuit was definitely abnormal, and he actually discussed the issue of murder with this little girl.

"Three..."

"The two people on the fourth floor?" Dialect instantly thought of the two corpses he saw on the fourth floor, the two corpses that fell to the ground several times, and the missing guns.

"Yeah!" Diana nodded, but didn't say another word.

I'm darling, is the human body structure of the fighting nation really different from ours?

This thought suddenly popped out of Fang Yan's head, and then shook his head again, trying to drag himself into the thinking of a normal person, but looking at Diana sitting next to him, a sentence of inconsistency came out of his mouth again. The question of normal thinking.

"Then how did you feel at the time, how did you feel?"

"It's a little scary, but it's gone. They're just like the hares my father took me to hunt..." Diana replied softly, but the dialect fell silent abruptly, looking at Diana's little face hesitant to speak,

"Diana, look at me, I want to ask you one thing." Fang Yan said, turning Diana's face over, and then facing his own eyes, he asked again solemnly, "I, am I right? A wild rabbit too?"

"No!" Diana replied, and the dialect breathed a sigh of relief. At least, the child's psychology has not been completely distorted, and a person's humanity has not been completely lost, but for her, she will never be able to do it again. Get back the joy and warmth that belonged to before.

"Then what am I?" Dialect asked again.

"A stranger, but not an enemy." Diana's words were always so brief, and then silent. If the dialect didn't ask, perhaps she would never speak up.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Fang Yan waved his hands, stood up again, picked up his clothes and prepared to wrap them around his arms again, and called to Diana, who was still sitting on the ground. , "Get up, let's continue!"

There was no response, but Diana also stood up slowly, looking at the dialect that wasn't ready in front of her, an inexplicable brilliance flashed in her eyes, and then she kicked it directly.

"Ow..."

A wolf-like howl resounded in this building, and in this silent city under the rain curtain, it seemed long and far-reaching...

...

The sky ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ also slowly darkened in this continuous heavy rain. Except for the sad and tragic howl in the afternoon, the building still seemed to be so peaceful. the peace of...

"Diana, good night!"

Dialect waved to Diana, watching the little girl who had met by chance walk up the stairs, shivered involuntarily, then turned around and limped towards the place where he was sleeping, and then gently closed the door. door.

Slowly sitting on the bed where he was sleeping, the scene in the afternoon suddenly appeared in Dialect's head, and he also recalled the kick Diana made to him in the afternoon, and the conversation that followed.

"Ha ha!"

A relieved chuckle suddenly came out of Dialect's mouth. He shook his head, put the safety pistol next to him, and slowly closed his eyes with a smile.

It is estimated that I will never forget you in my life, Diana from Bryansk, a girl with a special vengeance...