A miserable voice broke the tranquility of the morning. Ye Haoran jumped up and down like a monkey. However, no matter how fast he was, he could never get rid of the cold flame behind him. His fists still fell on his body like raindrops, and his fists reached his flesh.
,Each punch made him feel so painful that he was grinning.
"I can't bear this level, how can I learn to suppress my spirit?" Leng Yan spoke lightly, but his subordinates kept causing Ye Haoran to cry and howl again. This lasted for more than half an hour before Leng Yan stopped. Ye Haoran grinned.
Standing aside, not only did he not show a relaxed look, but he looked in the direction of the villa with a palpitation. Sure enough, Luo Ning's "had a meal" sound came.
Ye Haoran drooped his head and complained in his heart. In the past few days, his master Leng Yan beat him up several times on the grounds of guiding his martial arts. Every time he made him jump up and down, grin, and then his fist was followed by his master's wife Luo Ning cooked.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion. The taste of this porridge is getting heavier every day. The repeated bombardment of fists and porridge made Ye Haoran miserable.
"Master, why do you want to let me go?" Seeing Luo Ning come out with porridge, you could smell a faint fishy smell from afar. Ye Haoran felt agitation and couldn't help begging for mercy. He didn't understand
Where did the master’s wife learn this? A porridge can actually cook the taste of the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.
"See what you said, isn't your master doing this for your own good? Do you want to teach you advanced martial arts? You say that the more dangerous you are outside, the more strength you have, the more capital you can save your life." Luo Ning said earnestly,
Then he changed the subject and said, "Besides, you are fine, aren't it okay? You won't pursue Ziran, so I'll live here for a year or two, and let your master teach you well."
Ye Haoran's face turned dark. Not to mention a year or two, he couldn't stay even ten days and a half months. He felt like he was living a life of the year in just a few days. "Stop talking, eat, eat." Leng Yan said on the side.
"Master's wife, I know I'm wrong. I'll go chase Ziran, okay? I'll pursue her again." Ye Haoran gritted his teeth. "I think you are very reluctant. If you think you are forced, then forget it." Luo Ning waved his hand and said.
"No, no force at all." Ye Haoran said hurriedly.
"Then you have to go after dinner." Luo Ning said. "No, I have been away for ten years and have made her wait for so long. I want to go now." Ye Haoran hurriedly said. "That's OK.
"Long Ning said. Ye Haoran hurriedly got up and left like running away.
"Wouldn't it be bad for us to force him like this?" Looking at Ye Haoran's back as he left, Luo Ning worriedly. "No, he has always loved Ziran over the years, but because of Ellie's death, he made him
I can't face my heart." Leng Yan said.
"Who do you think he loves? Ellie or Ziran?" Luo Ning asked. She had been puzzled by this question for a long time. She used to think that Ye Haoran loved Mu Ziran, but after Ellie's death, Ye Haoran
After ten years of leaving, she began to shake again, thinking that Ye Haoran might love Ellie.
"It's Ziran." Leng Yan said. "Why do you think it's Ziran? Didn't Haoran say in the end that he really loves Ellie?" Luo Ning said in confusion. "Speaking of it, we have a responsibility, too." Leng Yan sighed
He said: "Elie's love is surging and fierce, and she even dared not to die. Haoran felt guilty and impoverished his heart through a series of actions before his death..."