51. Which song should I sing now? (1)
Xiang Xue pursed her lips and didn't look at Ye Jin again. She just smiled and begged the maid to bring her something to drink. The martial arts training ground suddenly became deserted. She half-crouched next to Ye Jin and looked around, except for one.
A pure white square towel, with no other handkerchiefs or anything like that.
I was a little confused. This square scarf belonged to that ruffian, but he had forgotten to return it... It seemed that he hadn't seen its owner for a long, long time.
Maybe he knew something, so he avoided it... and mocked lightly.
"Scream out the pain, it will feel much better." He handed it over, and there was a discordant coldness in his charming voice: "Even if you hate me, I won't allow you to stop. Bear it, I want you to remove all the pain from He Qingyun.
Squeeze out all your abilities. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have any substance. It’s enough if you have tricks!”
"Why do I hate you? It's because I didn't complete the task assigned by my master."[
Ignoring the neatly folded kerchief in front of him, the stubborn boy stood up with all his strength, revealing a face that was bruised and purple, and looked like a palette after being beaten. No matter how heroic he was originally, after being beaten into a pig head
Neither will look handsome.
The square scarf was very big, and this lazy man would definitely not bring such a thing if he thought it was troublesome. It belonged to Mr. Qi. I felt inexplicably stuffy and planned to continue looking for trouble with the practice wooden figure. The master always kept his words straight.
Two means two, if you haven't done it before he comes back, you don't have to come back tomorrow!
If you can't continue to practice martial arts, you won't be able to become a qualified guard, so there will be no reason to stay here... He closed his palms and held the wooden handle tightly. Ye Jin felt extremely annoyed at his fearful mood.
.Since when did he actually have the desire to protect this treacherous girl?
Xiang Xue raised her eyebrows, curled her lips and sat back down. If you want it, if you don't, you don't want it. Since some people want to show off, she will not continue to show off her hot face to her cold butt. A smart person will not make things difficult for herself.
.So this child, who is not cute at all, is a complete idiot.
It was already swaying, and the hand holding the wooden figure was shaking slightly. But he continued to do the wrong thing, and he couldn't help but feel angry: "If you continue, within a quarter of an hour, the muscles in your right hand will be useless in at least three days."
Already."
Walking over, he directly pulled away the stubborn Ye Jin, closed his eyes, and put his hand on the cold wooden support. The moves He Qingyun just played slowly replayed in his mind. His palms felt warm, and there was a familiar excitement in his heart.
Feeling, all the cells are clamoring and jumping for joy.
"Watch carefully, I will only do it once."
The petite body was barely as tall as the wooden figure, but the tapping movements of the arms and insteps were extremely precise. The speed was not fast, but it still made Ye Jin open his eyes wide.
It's exactly the same as the punch He Qingyun made just now! Every move is not even the slightest deviation... The biggest difference is that He Qingyun's movements carry heavy and powerful domineering and strength, while Xiang Xue's punches are nothing more than
It's just a false move.
But she definitely didn't need to spend more time seeing this set of boxing skills. She only recalled it two or three times, let alone practiced it. A clue suddenly flashed in Ye Jin's mind. Wasn't it because she had put so much effort into letting He Qingyun teach him?
Chapter completed!