Every night, Tis would come to Chris's courtyard and bow respectfully and call "Guru" before starting his yoga practice. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then, basically don't speak.

It's just that her desperate practice method really makes Chris unbearable, after all, yoga pursues a way of movement that makes her body, mind and spirit harmonious and unified, and she obviously only pursues results, every time she sees her gritting her teeth and twisting her body hard, Chris has to remind her.

Although Tis is stubborn, he is very obedient - when it comes to practicing.

After telling her the essentials of the move, Chris told her to leave.

As for the question of how to explain, Chris felt that his head was big, this little girl was too difficult to communicate, she would only look at Chris innocently with pure eyes after he spoke, and did not say a word.

Chriss, who patiently displayed his majesty as a mentor, said, "I am not satisfied with your serious misunderstanding of this set of movements, which shows that you did not listen carefully to what I said. ”

Ties's small mouth pursed, and although he was aggrieved, he still looked at Chris.

Chris coughed dryly, "So, I'm going to give you three days, well, three days! Three days later, you're going to show me all these moves, understand?"

"Now, go back right away, well, I'm angry, go!"

Tice's eyes were red.

It took her a moment to go to the door, stand at the foot of the steps, bow respectfully, and then turn away.

Chris on the steps breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his head.

Pandice immediately came to mind.

How come all the women I know are normal!

Women are really natural trouble-bearers!

Chris closed the courtyard door and turned around and walked into the courtyard.

As summer approached, the evening weather was already slightly stuffy, and although the wind on his face was gentle, there was not a trace of moisture, Chris took a deep breath, walked to the stone table, took a sip of tea, and swept his eyes over a bush in the courtyard.

Will it come?

It was not yet eight o'clock, and the moonlight was always obscured by a thick cloud.

Chris suddenly muttered to himself: "The moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of murder, hehe!"

A cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and his pale face looked very strange under the flickering moonlight.

In the early hours of the morning, the moonlight was completely gone, and there was a depressing aura in the sky that was quietly spreading, slowly spreading, and the clouds were gradually lowering, and the electric light that flashed in them from time to time represented a sudden heavy rain that was coming.

The wind grew stronger, blowing through the trees, and the collective swaying of the leaves increased the power of the wind, so that the wind grew stronger and stronger, rolling up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground and throwing them into the distance.

A flash of lightning swept through the sky, followed by a thunderclap, and at the same time brought a "swish" sound - it was raining!

Chris, who seemed to be alarmed by the thunder, rolled over on the bed, muttered something in his mouth, and soon began to hear even breathing again.

Another flash of lightning flashed, and a figure appeared in the window of the room, and he squatted quietly with the momentum of jumping into the window, and waited until his pupils adjusted to the darkness of the room, and then left the window, and slowly walked to the corner, where he stood motionless.

After a long time, Chris rolled over again, his face facing out of the bed, and his peaceful sleep could be seen in the flash.

Take a deep breath.

The figure in the corner of the wall slowly raised his hand, there seemed to be a small seed in his hand, he put his palm close to his mouth, blew a breath, the dark green breath on his body flashed, the seeds in the palm of his hand began to swell slightly, slowly grow, and then spit out the buds, the small buds twisted upwards like snakes, and the tips of the buds with young leaves twisted in the air, growing rapidly, and soon grew four branches, getting bigger and bigger, the tender green has become dark green, and the young shoots that began to break at the beginning have also become thick vines, they meander towards the bed without a sound, and when they reach the bedside, the young shoots in the middle have grown huge buds。

The purple buds are gradually opening, the inside of the calyx is revealing red and yellow petals, the color is rapidly darkening, the middle rolled ovule is also open, leading to the peduncle and a cluster of thorns, at this time it is also rapidly thickening, the color becomes darker, and when the calyx is at its largest, the middle needle is also straightened outward.

Cannibal flowers!

Seventh-level wood-based magic, a paralyzing poisonous needle will be sprayed from the center of the flower, and of course, the power of its strong vines is enough to strangle a seventh-level demonic beast.

However, only if it can be obtained!

Chris's bed suddenly shattered, and there was a loud "bang", and even the quilt fell to the ground.

The man in the corner still didn't move, and the four vines suddenly rolled downward, quickly wrapped up the futon, and twisted it hard.

It doesn't feel right, there's no one in the futon!

The man in the corner immediately took a step back, and a silver light shot out, and a cold thing grabbed his ankle, and then suddenly tightened, and the figure of Chris burst out from under the bed.

The person in the corner of the wall waved his left hand, and a cluster of thorns immediately appeared in front of Chris and himself--the fourth-level magic "Thorn Entanglement", seeing that Chris was about to collide, his body suddenly twisted to the side, almost ninety degrees, and then, following the momentum, he rushed to another corner of the house, and one turned over and stood up.

Before the man could react, Chris sprang out of the window, and with a flick of his hand retracted the cable, a little in the air, and landed on the ground.

Chris looked up, and the rain couldn't cover his sparkling eyes in the night.

The man did not chase out, and in the courtyard, Chriss was alone, and the rain was howling.

If you don't come out, you're afraid that I'll recognize you!

A sneer hung into the corner of Chris's mouth and he closed his eyes.

The Assassin in the room was silent, either fearful of being recognized or had already left.

If you don't understand, I can repeat: I have no interest in other people's affairs, and today I can treat you as if you have not been here, and I will leave if you agree, immediately, immediately!"

No one answered!

A flash of light flashed behind him, and Chris did not take a step back to the left, and as soon as he dodged, a sword slashed down his shoulder, and Chris rolled over, and before he could stand up straight, there was a cluster of thorns under his feet.

Two assassins!