A hand reached over and gently tugged at the corner of Xiao Yu's clothes.

With a "whew", Xiao Yu's upside-down body suddenly had a 360-degree reversal, and suddenly and quickly flew around, directly crashing into a lean, wide and warm embrace.

Raising his eyes with a little weakness, the obsidian-like eyes full of smiles suddenly entered Xiao Yu's eyes.

"Yu'er, I was still practicing at a good end just now, why did I suddenly come to such a show, are you thinking about it, do you want to pick a fresh lotus flower for this king?"

Lotus?

In my hurry, I didn't notice it.

It's just that the water in the lotus pond is really smelly, and this girl doesn't have the holy and selfless discipline to spend such a lot of effort for you!

Only, alas......

Between the lightning and flint, Xiao Yu refused to admit defeat, and could only respond loudly:

"Whoever likes those flowers or something, go and pick them by themselves! This girl is very busy, and is creating a new method of spitting, but there is no such unobtrusive leisure and leisure as others! ”

"Oh? Self-created breathing exercises? Nangong Ping's face suddenly realized: "Oh, this king understands." Yu'er is so special that she wants to spit out all the turbidity in her chest at once. It's this king who thinks too much. So, Yu'er, do you want to vomit again? ”

Before he could make the next move, Xiao Yu hurriedly pushed his body away very roughly, and once again flew up and sat on the top of the cobblestone:

"The prince doesn't know anything! Do you think that one person's turbidity can have so much? Need to spit over and over again?! Hugh said more, Yu'er is in a hurry to continue practicing! ”

"Oh, I see, I see." Nangong Ping, who was standing with his hands in his hands, nodded again and again with a very good temper:

"Yu'er's spirit of specialization, this king actually admires it very much. To meditate like this, you still need to hold on for an hour, I am afraid that Yu'er will be alone, and this king is here to accompany Yu'er. ”

Is this the rhythm of another hour to catch the ducks on the shelves?!

Is this the rhythm of monitoring yourself at all times and refusing to be lazy?!

At the bottom of Xiao Yu's heart, he suddenly felt that there were thousands of grass and mud horses rushing through the turbulence.

The rough words came to his lips at once, but when he really said them, they became a weak sentence:

"It couldn't be better if that were the case. Yu'er thanked the prince. ”

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yu finally began to calm down and unite his mind and spirit, over there, his breath was evenly and slowly exhaled, working hard, trying to turn himself into a painting.

A beautiful motionless three-dimensional painting of stillness.

Finally enough time, when it was time to come down and rest, Xiao Yu found that with his own efforts and perseverance, his static three-dimensional painting had directly become sore, and he almost didn't feel anything.

Nangong walked over slowly, reached out to hug Xiao Yu down, and personally helped Xiao Yu keep rubbing his sore limbs:

"This king didn't expect that the first time she practiced this, Yu'er was able to grit her teeth and persevere, and it was such a long time, and this king was just like this back then. At this point, you must be very uncomfortable, right? Yu'er don't panic, only by constantly challenging the extreme of her body's tolerance ability, can she have a better chance of winning when she really meets a strong opponent in the future. Don't complain about the king's ruthlessness, this king's hard work, but I hope Yu'er can understand. ”