"It's nothing good, but the silly boy just wants to. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info This is someone else's business, you can't control it. Qiao Shan gently lifted the frame that was not crooked at all, and he had the style of a tutor.

Qiao Shan's words that he thought were very philosophical were just cold bystanders in exchange for Shi Yin, I don't know if it touched the heartstrings in the deepest part of this stupid girl's heart, or annoyed him and her, Qiao Shan thought to himself, a little ghost is a little ghost, and the mood is the same as the unpredictable weather, it is difficult to guess. Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.

Shi Yin finally understood why Ling Feng always took advantage of his sleep to hurriedly put on his clothes, and then tiptoed to fear waking himself up, but he didn't know that Shi Yin had never really slept a night, Pol was immortal, and his revenge was not avenged. How can you sleep peacefully. Ling Feng, who sneaked to the cultivation ground, first did a simple body warm-up, stretched his muscles and bones, and then slashed and killed indiscriminately against the wooden stake of cultivation. Later, I felt that practicing like this was not a solution, and I was still a big step away from Shiyin.

So Ling Feng figured out a set of knife practice methods that suited him, and every night, he regarded the wooden stake as a real person, stabbed three hundred at the heart, and cut three hundred at the neck. This is the case every night, especially the three hundred that come out gradually add up to three thousand. There is no way, although Ling Feng doesn't believe that diligence can make up for his clumsiness, who calls himself to meet an incompetent teacher, Wang Ling is very competent, but it is a little unpleasant.

In addition to practicing the knife, Ling Feng was sweating profusely, and he couldn't help but slander his stomach, damn, this thing is cheap. Competent you don't like it. You are incompetent, but you work so hard. Ling Feng, Ling Feng is really a little slut.

Ling Feng naturally knew that the practice of the wooden man who was rigid and sluggish and couldn't even move would not have much effect at all, so he could only believe in the truth that the stupid bird flew first, and held the mentality that a dead horse was a live horse doctor. His perverted teacher doesn't teach himself a set of superior knife techniques, or any internal skills. I don't come to push myself, I can only rely on myself for everything. Plus the abilities of the little devil and a little perversion is enough. Oni Che's ability is to break, what kind of divine blade can stop him.

After half a year, even if it is a fool who plays with his life like this, he will become extremely skilled. Not to mention Ling Feng, who is not a fool. After every practice, what Ling Feng hates the most is taking a bath, driving too much, the sound of water is too loud, and he is afraid of waking up Shi Yin, who is sleeping. If it is too small, it is really unpleasant to wash, and it cannot be completely clean to wash away the stinky sweat on the body. The sister on one side can basically be ignored, once this stupid sister falls asleep, to put it bluntly, it is no different from a dead pig, and there will be no reaction to stabbing her twice with a knife, or sleeping as always.

Once Shi Yin pretended to be woken up, wanted to tease Ling Feng, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said in a daze: "Dafeng, what are you doing in the shower at night? And why don't you turn on the light in the shower, haven't you washed it!"

Ling Feng could only blush, prevaricating Shi Yin with the reason of the dream relic, Shi Yin's heart suddenly burst into laughter, and he shook his hand and said shyly: "Then Ah Feng, you wash it well!" Not to mention how happy he was. Poor Ling Feng's heart suddenly felt like a seasoning that had been overturned, with mixed tastes, and he wanted to die, but after thinking about it, he hadn't brought Shi Yin back, so he couldn't just die meaninglessly. Besides, who is he Lingfeng, it is better to die than to live, although he often talks about death, such as being annoyed to death, tired to death, but this kind of person usually does not commit suicide, because saying these words full of complaints has vented the resentment in his heart. Ling Feng was naturally one of those people, he was not one of those saints, gentlemen.

It's just an ordinary high school student who was summoned to another world before he even finished reading the book.

There is no way, who calls himself want to pretend, or is high-sounding and awe-inspiring, who calls himself a person who likes to drill the horns the most, or does not drill. It is necessary to drill this horn thoroughly and wear it to the bottom. He Ling Feng is such a person.

So Shi Yin felt that the black-haired teenager in front of him was a little cute, and the cuteness couldn't be described in words.

"Ah Feng, what's wrong with you. Why don't you say a word. Shi Yin looked at the fog, and there were people who were talking and laughing just now, so why are they squatting here now without saying a word.

Ling Feng got up suddenly and almost pushed the defenseless Shi Yin to the ground, but fortunately, Ling Feng's eyes were quick, he grabbed Shi Yin's wrist, and said with a bitter face: "Shi Yin, I was just a little tired just now, so I squatted down to rest." ”

Shi Yin pursed his lips and said angrily: "How tired can you be, is it more tiring than you practice swords in the cultivation ground of Hilton Academy?"

"Practicing knives?" The stupid sister Nangong Le listened to all the puzzles in her heart, biting her thin lip, with a blank face.

"Nothing. Ling Feng quickly changed the topic, "You see, there is a shop that sells horses in front, why don't we go there and buy two to ride." Isn't it much easier to have four legs than these two? ”

Say as you go.

"By the way, Nangong Le, teachers, where did they go. Ling Feng asked, "From morning to now, we haven't even seen their ghosts, not only our brains, but also a few stinky boys from Amway Academy and Gattuso Academy. Where did they all go. It can't be that he has already gone to conquer the city. These guys seem to be in a hurry to get promoted and make a fortune. ”

Nangong Le shook his head, and the silver hair in the double ponytail also swayed, which was very good-looking: "No, I heard them say that it seems to have gone to the camp tent of the legion." As for what he was going to do, I don't know. ”

The three of them walked to the horse seller shop with an unhurried and methodical pace, Ling Feng hurriedly glanced at the owner of the horse seller, and asked, "Boss." How do you sell this horse?"

The boss suddenly stepped forward and said with a smile: "This lord is really good eyesight, this is a first-class horse, which was taken from the mansion of the former city lord Laixi." Although this Lacey is simple-minded, she is no less obsessed with the horse than we are with this beauty. ”

Ling Feng glanced at the boss who was full of flattery, there is a way that there is no treachery and no business, this businessman's treachery Ling Feng knows very well, whether this horse is an upper class or a lower class, as for whether it is the horse of the dead rabbit, Ling Feng does not know. The guy on the other side knows the roots.

"I'm not Bole, how can I know if you are a real horse, or an inferior horse that is shoddy and fake. Ling Feng said truthfully

(To be continued.) )