"When can you shave off your beard?" The two bright eyes and the unshaven beard are really incongruous. Ruoruo is deeply curious about the true appearance hidden under the lush greenery.
Yun Yan looked at her with tears in his eyes and pointed his finger in the distance, "When that fool has learned 80% of what I am capable of, he can shave."
It didn't sound like it was very difficult. Ruoruo asked quickly, "How much has he learned now?"
Drooping his head listlessly, Baby Flame grinned uneasily, "Guess."
Her guess? Okay, just guess, "50%??"[
Shake his head!! Shake his head firmly, if there really were so many, he wouldn't have to be miserable and depressed here.
"Thirty percent??" Did she guess a little too little? Yuan Hong's kung fu was actually very good. Even Yan Ying praised it.
Yan Baobao silently drew circles on the edge of the window with his fingers, and his eyes on the stupid apprentice became more and more disgusted with the iron.
"Forget it, I won't guess anymore." The truth is destined to hurt people. It's good that she understands it in her heart. It's better not to say it so clearly, so as not to offend others.
Yan Baobao winked mischievously, tapped the tip of his nose and rubbed it again and again, "Now you know how pitiful I am, right? Teaching a stupid apprentice who is stupid, dumb and unable to understand human language is better than carrying a sword to the battlefield and defeating all armies."
It’s even harder to capture the enemy general’s head.”
Yuan Hong isn't that bad, right? Once he's squeezed out by Yan Baobao, he's probably worse than the garbage on the roadside.
How pitiful. After receiving such a comment from the master, Ruoruo can think of how hard he has been living these days.
He is only in his early twenties. Even if he has learned martial arts without a teacher since his mother's womb, he is probably at the top level among his peers now. He is still twenty years behind the level required by Baby Flame.
The gap is really hard for him.
Ruoruo had a great time chatting with Yan Baobao, but she couldn't bear the thought of Yan Nuannuan's future husband being toyed with by these unsympathetic elders, so she tentatively begged, "It's almost noon, let him rest.
It's not good if he gets exhausted, after all, he is your apprentice."