Looking at Mu Qingli's smiling face, Zhao Ziyi and Zhao Ziyang were inexplicably moved.

The bonfire party ended in the shock caused by Mu Qingli, and everyone had to admire the two generals who proposed to Mu Qingli: their eyes were poisonous enough! This teenager has a lot to offer!

That night, Mu Qingli, who slept lightly on weekdays, fell into a deep sleep abnormally.

She always felt that her body was so hot that she seemed to be roasted on the fire, especially her back, and she gritted her teeth for a while, and the sweat on her body fell down in big drops, wetting her clothes.

In the sky, there was a rumbling murmur from afar: for the benefit of the army, for the people's food, the power of the goddess awakened.

The whispering voice was like a Sanskrit sound around her ears, repeatedly, and it made Mu Qingli have a headache, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was a demon and a monster, ready to be forced to show up.

Fortunately, this torment did not last long, after the hot feeling in the back reached a climax, all the discomfort faded instantly, and the Sanskrit sound also stopped singing, leaving Mu Qingli alone in the huge space, panting.

Mu Qingli, who was exhausted, opened her eyes, the sky was already slightly white, she moved, only to find that her whole body was already soaked, and the wet clothes were hanging on her body, which was uncomfortable, faint, and there was an indescribable smell.

Mu Qingli sat up slowly, rubbing her dizzy head, everything in the dream was so real, she had to wonder, could it be that the goddess was talking about her? And what is her awakening?

Shaking her head, Mu Qingli stopped thinking nonsense, climbed out of bed to change into clean clothes, and prepared for a day of exercise.

What Mu Qingli didn't know was that a delicate blood-red flower appeared on her back, as if it grew in flesh and skin, which was terrifyingly real.

Mu Qingli's daily morning workout, first running around the city for two thousand meters, then walking for half an hour, practicing martial arts for an hour, before it ended, day after day.

Since being attacked that night, Mu Qingli knows the importance of escape speed, so she tied sandbags to her legs during her morning run every day, which has gradually increased from one pound at the beginning to ten pounds today.

Running and running, Mu Qingli realized that something was wrong.

Yesterday I was struggling, why is it so light today? Something wrong with the punching bag?

Mu Qingli stopped, untied the sandbag on her leg and checked it, no problem, ten pounds in weight, for fear of not being good for the developing body, the weight of the sandbag she tied was cyclic and gradual.

"Mu Qing, why did you stop?" After recovering from their injuries, Yang Lei and Yang Fan, who returned to Mu Qingli's side to protect them, saw Mu Qingli stop and asked.

As the person who protects Mu Qingli, it is naturally impossible to leave Mu Qingli alone, so run with her.

Mu Qingli tied the sandbag back and said with a smile: "It's okay, I just feel that the sandbag has become lighter, and it seems that I need to increase the weight." ”

Yang Fan was more lively, and said happily: "It should have been added a long time ago, but your small body can't stand it, and you can't run out of breath when you weigh only ten pounds, and Yang Lei and I are twenty pounds, so it's easy." ”

Mu Qingli was speechless for a while, and said unconvinced: "If you have the ability, add it together." ”

"Add it, I'm afraid you won't make it." Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, undeniable.

"If you say it, you can't go back!"

"Repentance is a puppy! I'll double as much you add! ”

"Humph! Don't cry and say you can't stand it! ”

"Ye is not a bad person like you!"

“！！！！”

Yang Lei looked at the childish two and shook his head helplessly.

However, I don't know if it's his delusion, I feel that today's Mu Qingli seems to be a little different, and I can't say what the difference is.