Her hesitation caused her to miss the opportunity to pursue him. When she chased him downstairs, the black shadow had disappeared. There was no trace of anything strange in the room, and the white tiger was still sleeping with his arms and legs spread out.
Murong Fei
I don’t even know who’s coming.”
The white tiger's skin is thick, so after being kicked a few times, it doesn't feel anything at all, and it just goes to sleep.
Murong Feixue searched helplessly and found nothing, so she had no choice but to go back to her room and sleep.
Her soul is getting weaker and weaker now, and she will dissipate in a year at most, and there will definitely be few opportunities for her to come out independently like she is now.
"But how can I feel at ease like this? Hey, with Murong Feixue's temper, I'm afraid he will suffer a lot. Who is this man in black? Qing Duan's strength is not too brilliant, but he is very capable.
He disappeared silently, could he have hidden his strength?"
Murong Feixue muttered to himself, but still couldn't figure it out. He shook his head, and gradually, Murong Feixue also fell asleep.
The next day, Murong Feixue was awakened by the sound of fighting. In the yard in front of Baihua Building, the sound of sword fighting was very clear.
Opening the window, Murong Feixue rubbed her sleepy eyes and saw Yan Niang and Xin Yue sparring back and forth. Both women were already strong. They were only sixteen or seventeen years old and already had the power of the sixth level of the Yellow Realm.
, this has directly caught up with Chong Yi.
No wonder they were selected by Qingyun Academy.
Huahua was spoiled by Murong Feixue during this period. She got up even later than Murong Feixue. When she got up, Murong Feixue had already gone downstairs to teach the two of them how to practice swordsmanship.
Although Murong Feixue's strength has regressed to the primary stage, her eyesight is unmatched by ordinary people. With just a few words, the two women have already realized something.
There were only fruits and flowers here in Baihualou, and there was nothing to eat. When their stomachs growled from practicing sword practice, the two of them clamored to buy something to eat.
Murong Feixue raised her hands and agreed on the spot. She was also very hungry, so she called Huahua who had just woken up, and the four of them went out, while Baihu stayed at home helplessly to look after the door.
Bai Hu felt a little strange, why did Uncle Tiger feel some pain in his neck? Could it be that someone beat me while Uncle Tiger was sleeping last night?
With this puzzlement, Bai Hu looked at the retreating figures of the four girls and yawned.
The four girls held hands and when they went out, they saw the Qingniu boy from Qingguo Tower returning with a bunch of things. Behind him was a servant with more large and small bags hanging on his body.
This servant has a rather distinctive appearance, with small eyes, a broad and convex forehead, high eyebrow corners, and looks like he has no hair.
But it doesn't matter, he still has a bunch of hair, and his hair is very unique, standing completely on end, looking like a pile of weeds.
Murong Feixue greeted him with a smile: "Hey, brothel boy, good morning."
Qingniu boy rolled his eyes at her and didn't want to pay attention to her.
"Hey, why are you ignoring people? Are you still polite?" Seeing that this person dared to ignore her young lady, Huahua immediately stepped forward to help her vent her anger.
"First of all, I don't call you hello, let alone brothel boy. Also, I have a bad morning." Qingniu boy had a straight face, with an expression of "I'm not happy".
Murong Feixue automatically ignored his first two sentences and said with a smile: "Brotherhouse boy, you also have bad times. Is there anything unhappy? Tell us and let's have fun." She said this
After hesitating, she missed the opportunity to pursue her. When she chased her downstairs, the black shadow had disappeared, and there was no trace of anything strange in the room. White Tiger was still sleeping with his arms stretched out.
Murong Fei
I don’t even know who’s coming.”
The white tiger's skin is thick, so after being kicked a few times, it doesn't feel anything at all, and it just goes to sleep.
Murong Feixue searched helplessly and found nothing, so she had no choice but to go back to her room and sleep.
Her soul is getting weaker and weaker now, and she will dissipate in a year at most, and there will definitely be few opportunities for her to come out independently like she is now.
"But how can I feel at ease like this? Hey, with Murong Feixue's temper, I'm afraid he will suffer a lot. Who is this man in black? Qing Duan's strength is not too brilliant, but he is very capable.
He disappeared silently, could he have hidden his strength?"
Murong Feixue muttered to himself, but still couldn't figure it out. He shook his head, and gradually, Murong Feixue also fell asleep.
The next day, Murong Feixue was awakened by the sound of fighting. In the yard in front of Baihua Building, the sound of sword fighting was very clear.
Opening the window, Murong Feixue rubbed her sleepy eyes and saw Yan Niang and Xin Yue sparring back and forth. Both women were already strong. They were only sixteen or seventeen years old and already had the power of the sixth level of the Yellow Realm.
, this has directly caught up with Chong Yi.
No wonder they were selected by Qingyun Academy.
Huahua was spoiled by Murong Feixue during this period. She got up even later than Murong Feixue. When she got up, Murong Feixue had already gone downstairs to teach the two of them how to practice swordsmanship.
Although Murong Feixue's strength has regressed to the primary stage, her eyesight is unmatched by ordinary people. With just a few words, the two women have already realized something.
There were only fruits and flowers here in Baihualou, and there was nothing to eat. When their stomachs growled from practicing sword practice, the two of them clamored to buy something to eat.
Murong Feixue raised her hands and agreed on the spot. She was also very hungry, so she called Huahua who had just woken up, and the four of them went out, while Baihu stayed at home helplessly to look after the door.
Bai Hu felt a little strange, why did Uncle Tiger feel some pain in his neck? Could it be that someone beat me while Uncle Tiger was sleeping last night?
With this puzzlement, Bai Hu looked at the retreating figures of the four girls and yawned.
The four girls held hands and when they went out, they saw the Qingniu boy from Qingguo Tower returning with a bunch of things. Behind him was a servant with more large and small bags hanging on his body.
This servant has a rather distinctive appearance, with small eyes, a broad and convex forehead, high eyebrow corners, and looks like he has no hair.
But it doesn't matter, he still has a bunch of hair, and his hair is very unique, standing completely on end, looking like a pile of weeds.
Murong Feixue greeted him with a smile: "Hey, brothel boy, good morning."
Qingniu boy rolled his eyes at her and didn't want to pay attention to her.
"Hey, why are you ignoring people? Are you still polite?" Seeing that this person dared to ignore her young lady, Huahua immediately stepped forward to help her vent her anger.
"First of all, I don't call you hello, let alone brothel boy. Also, I have a bad morning." Qingniu boy had a straight face, with an expression of "I'm not happy".
Murong Feixue automatically ignored his first two sentences and said with a smile: "Brotherhouse boy, you also have bad times. Is there anything unhappy? Tell us and let's have fun."
