Ling Yang was about to agree, when he suddenly noticed that Ling Chu's call was different, and it seemed to be full of temptation, so he continued to keep his breathing evenly, closed his eyes tightly, pretended to be asleep, and occasionally let out a small snoring sound. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ling Chu stretched out a palm, shook it on Ling Yang's face a few times, and whispered Ling Yang a few times, seeing that Ling Yang did not react, he quietly got up, stumbled to get dressed, and tiptoed outside.

Ling Yang was suspicious in his heart, and concluded that Ling Chu must have gone out to do something unseemly, otherwise if he usually got up at night, he would not first test whether he was asleep, so after Ling Chu went out, he also quietly followed up.

Ling Yang didn't dare to use any abilities, for fear that Ling Chu would have a sense and throw himself off, or alarm the hidden stake of the supernatural beings lurking in the back house, so he could only hide his body through the pillars and pink walls, far behind Ling Chu.

It was obviously not the first time for Ling Chu to travel in the middle of the night, he was very familiar with the terrain of the Li family's back house, easily avoided the hidden piles hidden in the rockery and pavilions, bent down and sneaked, dodging the sentry post on the roof, and soon slipped in front of a reinforced concrete single-story building, and knocked rhythmically on a large iron door, which opened a gap and let Ling Chu in.

Ling Yang was very amused, and secretly thought in his heart: "This girl sneaked out in the middle of the night, sneakily didn't dare to show her whereabouts, didn't she know some handsome man who could speak well, and came here for a private meeting?" ”

When Ling Yang thought of Ling Chu, who didn't know how to be interested like a wooden stake, and a boy who was just beginning to fall in love, he was already smiling in his heart, and he didn't have a trace of jealousy at all, and he circled around the building several times one after another, not seeing what kind of man Ling Chu was meeting with, and vowed not to give up.

Strangely, the building is not fancy, except that the high-grade cement concrete walls are exposed to the cold air, and occasionally there is an iron bar in the wall, and there are no windows on all sides, just a few ventilation holes.

Ling Yang leaned into a thumb-thick vent and closed one eye to look inside, but the vent was obviously designed in a curved shape to prevent people from peeking at will. Ling Yang couldn't see anything, so he had to pull up his body on the spot and gently land on the roof of the house five or six meters high, looking for another opportunity.

The northern region of the Southern Dynasties and Huaguo is almost in the same dimension, with four distinct seasons, wind, frost, rain and snow, so the roofs of buildings are generally set up with slopes or arcs to avoid excessive accumulation of rain and snow and collapse of the roof. The concrete building has a curved roof with shallow drainage ditches on both sides of the eaves, allowing rainwater and molten snow to flow to the ground as quickly as possible.

Ling Yang didn't dare to make any noise, and he was afraid that the secret sentry set up on the high place would find out, so he had to crawl on the roof of the house that had been cleared of snow. Fortunately, in the middle of the roof, you can climb directly from the iron ladder to clean the roof plaster, not a strong iron cover, but a thick tempered glass enclosed by iron hoops, which can also project sunlight during the day. Ling Yang wiped away a thin layer of snow on the surface of the tempered glass with a night's brush, and sure enough, he saw that Ling Chu was inside, hugging a thin boy, and behaving very intimately.

That boy was very tall, Ling Chu simulated Chu Wanyi's appearance and figure, and his height was close to one meter seventy, but this boy was half a head taller than Ling Chu, almost about the same as Ling Yang. The boy was wearing a tight-fitting gray-black combat uniform, dressed as a guard of the Li family, with a peaked cap on his head, the brim of the hat covering half of his face, only revealing his thin angular lips, and without a trace of mustache on his lips, he looked like he was ten years old.

Ling Yang's eyes widened, only to see that the boy was not hugging Ling Chu, but wrapped his arms around Ling Chu's shoulders, carefully plucking a dead leaf behind Ling Chu's hair, his movements were very focused, and at a glance he knew that he was a gentle and careful good man.

Ling Chu's long hair was shawl, and he let the boy do it, but he didn't show a trace of impatience, the two of them suddenly took two steps back in unison, looked at each other, and the boy made the first move, his fist brought up a line of fire, and directly attacked Ling Chu's chest, the punch was fast and ruthless, and there was no room for sparing.

Ling Yang was stunned, thinking that the little couple was in love and said that they were in love, why did they suddenly turn their faces and fight?

Even though the boy's fist was wrapped in a faint layer of flames, Ling Yang didn't feel any fluctuations, he thought that the boy's ability method had reached the point of transformation realm, and he was secretly horrified in his heart, and after a closer look, it turned out that the boy was not using the power of the ability, but there was something strange on the thin fist glove, which seemed to be a special combat weapon that could burn flames.

The thin black gloves, like thunderbolt gloves in the 10th century, only wrapped around the palms and forearms, and the fingers were completely exposed. The boy's attack is fierce, and his moves are quite methodical. Ling Yang took a closer look, it turned out to be Hua Lang Dao's technical attack routine, and the fist and pace between the actions were seven or eight points similar to that of the little rabbit when he started, obviously from the same door.

Ling Chu didn't fight back, as if he was just here to be a sparring partner, feeding the boy moves, dodging left and right, sometimes using his palm to block the boy's fist, the action was relaxed and freehand, and he would fight back suddenly, seemingly without any moves, but he could always force the boy to expose the empty door and attack the boy's most difficult body part to defend.

The two of them fought for about ten minutes, and the boy suddenly pulled back, threw his hat to the ground, sat on a row of cement piers panting, tilted his neat neck-length short hair, and said angrily: "I don't practice anymore, I still haven't made any progress at all, and I haven't even touched a corner of your clothes!" ”

Although the voice of the "boy" is indignant, it is tactful and crisp, like a birdsong valley, even a boy in the voice change period will never have such a voice, it is an out-and-out tomboy.

Ling Chu sat down beside the girl, and naturally wrapped his arm around the girl's shoulder: "Don't be discouraged, Gonghou, I am not in this world...... I was originally a master from Huaguo, and my family's martial arts have been inherited for hundreds of years, and one person can fight dozens of them. ”

Ling Chu clenched his fists and shook it in front of the girl: "Have you heard of Ye Man?" I can fight dozens of Ip Man alone, do you think I'm powerful? Come, let's move on. ”