"Hurry up and pull me, ouch, my legs are numb!"

Feng'er hurriedly reached out to help her, looked at her wrinkled skirt, and frowned, "Miss, how long have you been squatting?" ”

Ming Yulong's brain was chaotic, and she didn't know when Lu Dao squatted down, how long she squatted, and she didn't know what Lu Dao was thinking, so she shook her head and sat on the chair, and Ren Feng'er helped her beat her numb legs.

"Miss, just now the slave maid saw Rong Shizi's face not very good, asked him where he was going, he said he wanted to go back to the Dewang Mansion, did you two quarrel?"

Rong Shizi's face was pale when she went out just now, and her expression was no longer warm and elegant on weekdays, and Miss was now like this, which made her suspicious.

Ming Yulong looked at the soft couch, the water traces on it had dried up, but she always felt that there was still a person lying on it, she lowered her head and smiled, and said with a purse lip:

"Where did the quarrel go? Originally, he was the son of the Dewang Mansion, could it be that he could still live in our Ming Wangfu for the rest of his life? ”

That's right. But it's too abrupt. Feng'er tilted her little head, and she saw Rong Shizi come in with a bag of things, which didn't look like she was going to move out today.

Ming Yulong leaned back in the chair and said faintly: "Yes, it was a little sudden, but it should be." ”

She knew how happy Rong Yi was when she said that sentence, and how harsh she was when she said the words of refusal.

But since she had known that the ending of the story was doomed to tragedy, why did she ask both of them to go on a sad journey.

The bad guy let her do it, and the spit let her carry it. Just let others think that she doesn't know what to do, and she is ruthless and unrighteous.

It's just that

She raised her hand to cover her eyes—

said it so chicly, why is it so uncomfortable in my heart? It was even more uncomfortable than when I saw him being tortured by Gu worms just now.

It's like the heart has been soaked in salty water, and the salt has soaked into it, stinging every tiny cell of her.

If you knew this was the case, it was better not to see it.

After each competition, there is a break in between, so that students who repeat the competition can adjust it slightly.

On the first day after Ming Yulong woke up, he opened the door and looked next door.

After looking at it for a while, I remembered that the person had already lived back in the Dewang Mansion, and calmly withdrew his gaze and started a day's practice in the small garden in the courtyard.

Ever since she arrived at the blacksmith to make her weapons, she had to find time to practice every day.

No matter how good your martial arts are, no matter how good your marksmanship is, if you don't practice for a long time, you will become rusty.

I took out my gun and shot at the target made of wooden planks on the wall, shooting with my hand, shooting with my backhand, shooting from the ground, jumping in mid-air, and practicing each shooting method.

Fortunately, the weapon used in the shooting gun is a silver needle, which is small in size and has no sound, and more importantly, even if you practice more, you will not feel that it is too much to wear.

Now she is a rich woman, and although the silver needle is not a cheap thing, it is not expensive for her.

Just as she was practicing, a figure suddenly fell from the wall and quietly lurked towards her.

Ming Yulong hooked his lips and smiled, turned his head, and held the shooting gun towards the figure and fired twenty shots in a row, and the silver needle attacked the figure from all directions with the strength of the wind.