Although Feng Xi didn't quite understand what the state of this life and death attic was after it was upgraded.

However, after discovering this vague connection, every time I cultivated, the wind and the wind were mobilized at the same time.

At night, she was the busiest and most mysterious, and even the pharaoh did not know what she was doing, anyway, she was not seen in the house until it was almost night, and she would appear on the roof in a rage until it was almost early in the morning.

On such days, day after day, the special training is also increasing day by day.

As for the Jin Jiaye who has been kissing the wind since he kissed, he actually began to settle down very consciously.

It's just that he seems to have a hobby, that is, a special preference for her room, her chuang.

Although Feng Xi hardly went back to his room to sleep, he still needed to go back to his room to change his clothes or something after training and sweating.

But when I went back to the room again and again, I saw that the golden leaves that were lying on her chuang, rubbing her quilt, and she couldn't get out, and the wind was the rise of an old fire.

Almost every day there were roars, snapping kicks, pitiful whimpering.

However, it seems that in that boring special training, the spice that brought a little bit of anger almost made Feng Xi get used to it, and she had the existence of that dead boy with a dead face.

Before I knew it, a month had passed.

Under that devilish special training day and night, Feng Xi actually broke through the middle of the third level.

Compared with her, who is countless times more difficult than others, she has made rapid progress, but Feng Xi still feels dissatisfied.

A month, only from the peak of the second level to the middle of the third level, it is still too slow, and it is still too weak.

There are still three and a half months left until Kyoto Gakuin recruits students.

At this rate, it is impossible to reach the strength of Shi Jinyang before entering Kyoto Academy.

The shame of divorce can only be washed away with your own hands.

Rubbish!

Hum! One day, she will make everyone in the Eastern Continent understand that the counterattack of waste is definitely more terrifying than the attack of genius.

After finishing the early morning practice, he jumped off the roof neatly, and then turned around and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

However, this time it was not to go to the small forest outside the small courtyard, but to the main house where Feng Heng was.

In fact, after that day, Feng Heng asked her to move out of the dilapidated small courtyard and live in the main house.

On the contrary, Feng Xi felt that this small courtyard was more liked by her than those gorgeous courtyards, and when she refused, she asked him to tell people not to disturb them.

In the past month, Feng Heng has only been here once or twice, and according to Feng Heng's serious temperament, the two grandparents and grandchildren really haven't talked much about anything.

When Feng Xi came to him, Feng Heng seemed to be dealing with some things, but when he saw her coming, he hurriedly asked people to retreat.

"Xi'er, come in!"

Feng Heng looked at the wind standing outside the door, and on his always serious face, he pulled a little unnaturally, and wanted to smile at her lovingly, but the expression on his face was still too stiff and unaccustomed to it.

Feng Xi looked at Feng Heng, who tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth, but was still stiff, and his heart softened a little.

However, after walking into the study, Feng Xi didn't beat around the bush, and directly explained the reason for finding it.

"Grandpa, I came to tell you that I'm going out to practice!"

Yes, within a month of the special training, she already had a plan, but the only thing that made her uneasy was her grandfather.

Because, she hasn't forgotten that there are still some people in this Feng family who are waiting for the opportunity to fight back like jackals......