Even if there were some perverted murderous maniacs other than flower pickers, even if drastic changes occurred in the capital, and the country was in danger of being destroyed, and the people needed to flee, she would obediently stay in her room and sleep peacefully.
Compared with any external and potential dangers, she found Mo Feijun more difficult to deal with.
He is overbearing and cannot be rejected by anyone, and is willful and difficult to resist. Getting along with him requires all the nerves to be on alert and the brain cells to be mobilized quickly, which is really torturous.
She decided to adjust her physical condition and would not go to the Green Bamboo Forest in the back mountain to practice Kung Fu at night in the future, so as not to bump into him.
......The night wind mixed with the sound of wolf howls slowly blew through this space. Mo Feijun's voice suddenly had a somewhat ethereal feeling, and fell gently on Yun Dieyi's ears, "Actually, choosing
Rest here and you can always exercise your vigilance."
Ever since that idiot Jun Feimo was bullied until he was covered in bruises and bruises, he decided that he would never allow anyone to have the opportunity to hurt him, so when he was 11 years old, he secretly left the palace alone in the dark night to become a disciple.
Learn art.
But everyone I met was a liar, and any exquisite martial arts were just low-level embroidery moves.
Those who were willing to accept him as a disciple wanted to defraud him of the gold and silver.
Inadvertently, he came here. Because he was extremely sleepy, he could only drag his tired body and lean against the tree to rest. When he woke up, a hungry wolf was staring at him with gloomy eyes.
When he was young, he was filled with fear, but he was not even qualified to cry.
He is not one of those princes who is held in the palm of the hand and honored with unlimited honors. He is accompanied when he studies, and protected by a large number of guards when he walks or sleeps. Even if he dies here, no one will feel the least bit sorry for him.
He didn't even want to be Jun Feimo's fool who only knew how to endure and leave his life to others to be bullied.
An idea gradually arose in his mind, that he wanted to live and be above anyone else.
His eyes met the wolf, and his initial fear became firm. His hand had already grasped the dagger he carried with him. When the hungry wolf rushed closer, he dodged as quickly as possible, and then planned to kill it.
one strike.
But after all, he was only 11 years old. How could he be as fast as a wolf known for its ferocity? In the blink of an eye, his clothes had been chewed to pieces, blood flowed from the wound on his arm, and the bright red blood stained his vision.