Fang Xiang didn't expect that it was still a bedboard master who loves to learn.

He is now the little fairy of the bed, but it is only an hour, and when the time comes, it will immediately change back to its original shape, like Cinderella's pumpkin carriage.

Therefore, Fang Xiang must refine the bed board and cry in a limited time!

Otherwise, it's all exposed.

Fortunately, Fang Xiang came up with a new countermeasure to trick the other party in his heart.

"Do you really want to learn?"

"Really, I think."

The head of the bed was back to the sluggish way it had been.

But it's clearly not the same as before.

"100 push-ups first!"

Fang wanted to signal it to lie down.

The slats leaned over the floor very cooperatively.

"Okay, learn from me!"

Fang wanted to lie down, made one first, and then stood up: "Let's start." ”

"Whew!"

Bedboard Essence works hard to complete the new skills he has just learned.

Although it didn't know what it was for, it didn't want to embarrass the Slats Spirits, let alone lose the meaning of its existence.

So it conscientiously completes one push-up after another.

"Whew, tired."

By the time it reached 20, it was already a little unbearable, and it struggled to hold on to its body with both hands.

Fang Xiang frowned and shouted, "Hey, who told you to stop, continue, continue!" ”

Fang Xiang urged the other party, like a stern instructor: "I'm cultivating your perseverance, continue!" Do you want to live like a scrap of wood? ”

"Whew! I, also, can, persevere. ”

With that, the plank spirit began to do push-ups again, even though it was shaking all over.

"Keep your arms straight and don't cock your buttocks! The body goes down completely! ”

Fang Xiang didn't care if the other party had a butt or not.

He muttered in his heart: Look at me if I don't cry at all!

But the perseverance of the bed board is beyond the "ordinary essence".

It actually did 100 push-ups.

Fang Xiang looked at the bed board spirit in front of him who was panting and tired to death, and didn't give him any respite.

"Good! Okay, let's start the second training program and do 100 more sit-ups! ”

"Hmm."

……

"The third project, 100 more frog jumps."

"Hmm."

……

"The fourth project, do 100 more pull-ups."

Fang Xiang gave a demonstration on the door frame.

After reading the bed board, he rushed up.

……

Fang didn't expect the other party to complete all the projects.

He exclaimed, "You have successfully completed all the projects, which is great! ”

Immediately, Fang Xiang had a new idea: "Start the next link." ”

The bed board essence was so tired that his legs were shaking, and he began to bend, but he still opened his mouth and spit out one word: "Okay." ”

Fang Xiang's eyes fell on the wooden stick over there.

"Next, the fine tissue of the bed board is going to test you."

"Hmm."

The slats nodded, though they didn't quite understand what slats tissue was.

"You go pick up that stick."

The bedboard spirit walked over and took the stick.

"What do you do?"

"Click, click!"

"How did you eat it?"

"No, yes, open, rice, right?"

Looking at Fang Xiang, who was eating the whole wooden stick, he was speechless for a while, he twisted his butt and walked to the place where the old bed was placed, picked up a wooden stick again, and walked back with his butt twisted.

Twisting his ass was not deliberate, mainly because he used a cross-dressing rose to turn himself into a mother bed board spirit, which was caused by his nature.

"When the enemy catches us and makes fire, they will usually use the method of drilling wood to make fire to wear down our will, if you have endured this kind of pain before, then you will not betray the organization because of a little torture."

"Folding, grinding? Selling, selling, organizing? ”

Apparently it failed to understand what Fang Xiang meant.

It's not easy to get this stupid bedboard to figure out such a complex problem.

"Sell the organization, and you will lose the meaning of existence."

"Okay, teach, me."

Oops, I really didn't expect this guy to be so sensitive to this sentence.

"Look!"

Fang Xiang sat cross-legged on the ground and placed one end of the stick on his lap.

"Turn like this."

Fang Xiang held the other end of the stick with both hands and began to rotate at a uniform speed.

As he turned, a stream of heat came from his legs.

"Ahem!"

He quickly stopped, and if he turned any further, he would spontaneously combust first.

"Here you go."

took the wooden stick in Fang Xiang's hand, learned how to draw a gourd on the bed board, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Holding a stick against his leg, he spun around.

It was very obedient and turned fast, and after a while, Fang Xiang saw smoke on the legs of the bed board.

"Hey, good, good."

Fang Xiang clapped his hands and let out a loud applause.

Attracted by his applause, the bedboard spirit looked up at him.

And the movement of its hands stopped.

"Hurry up! Go on, how did you stop? ”

Fang Xiang longed to have a leather whip in his hand.

"Zombie, corpse?"

The big hand of the board master knocked out the smoke on his leg, and there was still a white mark there.

It stood up and looked at Fang Xiang with an extremely unkind gaze.

Fang Xiang was stunned for a moment, but then he understood.

It's been so long, it's time to drag up Rose!

He was back to his original form.

"Ahem, Brother Bedboard, things are not what you think, you know, how boring it is to be alone, in order to let Brother Bedboard find some fun, I put on makeup and came to play a game with you, ha, haha, that, the game is over, I should go."

After speaking, Fang Xiang walked towards the location of the door.

"Where's the little fairy Fangfang?"

This is the second time that the bed board spirit has spoken so neatly and simply.

"Click."

Fang Xiang pulled the door twice, the outside was locked, and he could only use brute force to open it.

Fang Xiang clenched his fists and threw a punch violently.

"Huh? Don't drag me. ”

Before his fist could touch the door, he was grabbed by the bed board spirit.

"Where's the little fairy Fangfang?"

The bedboard tugged at him and turned around, staring at him expressionlessly.

Fang thought about it, and the other party thought that he had hidden the little fairy Fangfang, which is why it was so angry.

"Brother, brother, I'm a little fairy, I'm am."

Fang Xiang first spoke in a shrill voice, and then twisted his buttocks.

"You're not!"

The bed board spirit seems to have gone berserk again.

It was spewing smoke out of its mouth.

"Where did she go?"

"Big brother, let's not want a little fairy, can the little zombie be okay? I will do what she will, and I will do what she won't. ”

"Where's the little fairy?"

"Big brother, the little fairy doesn't have it for the time being, but the little zombie has one, you can eat, chat, and play with you!"

Fang Xiang looked at each other unashamedly.

Although he is a zombie, his strength and strength are not bad, but the bed board in front of him is grasping him, and he can't struggle at all.

Isn't it a thousand-year-old bed board spirit?

"Don't!"

As he spoke, the bed board suddenly threw Fang Xiang where the quilts were placed.

"Poof!"

He lay on the quilt and ate a mouthful of soil.

Just when Fang wanted to take out the Tricky Treasure Chest and use the Disguise Rose again.

only to find that the bed board spirit went straight to the old bed over there.

"Little fairy, where are you?"

"Little fairy?"

He knelt beside a tattered old bed, which was indeed closer to Fang Xiang's previous plank refinement.

"You, what's wrong?"

The bedboard spirit knelt in front of it, and there was a touch of warmth on his face.

"Damn, he's not a masochist, is he?"

Fang wants to become a little fairy, just now he was so tidy, not only was he not disgusted, but he liked it?

Fang Xiang sat up with his arms propped up, and found that his body could curl up.

"Why aren't you stiff again? It's weird! ”

Only then did he realize that he was back to normal.