Xiahou Huan'er gritted her teeth. She was the colonel of the zombie camp. After so many years of evolution, her combat power should not be underestimated. However, she was just an antique that traveled through time five hundred years ago, and her combat power could only be compared to a few low-level zombies.
Wanwan, it’s very tragic to realize that she can’t even hit her with one hand.
"Have you thought about it carefully?" Seeing her face turning blue and white, she felt secretly happy.
If she wants to be a deserter, wouldn't it give her the chance to be beaten to death here? Forget it, let's wait until she sees Dongfang Xing before protesting.
She gritted her teeth and said bravely: "I will accept the training."
Wild Rose smiled: "Very good, remember, in the next month, we must gather here at five o'clock every morning."
Five o'clock? It's so early.
Xiahou Huan'er endured: "What if it rains?"
Wild Rose yelled sternly: "Even if it rains hail, you have to get out of here."
Xiahou Huan'er took a breath and said frustratedly: "I know."
"If you are late, you will be punished. The penalty is one hundred palm presses. If you are late for more than an hour, you will get an extra hundred. For two hours, you will get an extra two hundred. Do you understand?"
The briar whip struck her on the head.
Xiahou Huan'er gritted her teeth and replied, "I understand."
Wild Rose nodded with satisfaction and said: "Today is your first offense, so I will punish you by doing a hundred of them and get down."
A force of gravity hit her back, and Xiahou Huan'er fell to the ground, cursing the eighteen generations of Wild Rose's ancestors in her heart.
There is still burning pain in the arms and back, and a hundred palm pressures. Hearing this data can make ordinary people horrified.
Although she is usually not a serious person, she is really stubborn in her bones.
Wild Rose thought that a hundred palm pressures could defeat her, but she was totally wrong.
Xiahou Huan'er gritted her teeth and chanted silently while doing it.
There was a cold and cruel smile on the lips of Wild Rose, and she raised the pointer in her hand. As long as she found that her posture was not up to standard, the whip in her hand would be swung out mercilessly: "Standard, those who fail will not be counted."
He was targeting her. Xiahou Huan'er endured the pain and cursed the eighteen generations of her ancestors again, and also cursed the eighteen generations of her descendants.
Xiahou Huan'er was halfway through when she suddenly spotted Dongfang Xing's figure in the distance, and she was suddenly excited. He finally knew that he had come to see her.
Wild Rose noticed that she had stopped, and swung the pointer down again, warning fiercely: "What are you doing? Keep doing it."
"Hiss..." It hurt so much that Xia Hou Huan'er almost fell to the ground with her small body supported.
She waited for Dongfang Xing to come over. As long as he came over, she vowed to make this wild rose beautiful.
He gritted his teeth and looked up ahead, shouting in his heart, come here, come here quickly and save her from birth.
Dongfang Xing walked over slowly with his hands behind his back and a serious face, but just glanced at them and continued walking to the next training ground.
It seemed that he was here for inspection, not to find her.
Xiahou Huan'er almost vomited blood from holding it back, and Dongfang Xing looked at her suffering but turned a blind eye.
Pain, tiredness, suffering, unspeakable.
It was not easy to finish a hundred palm presses, and there were countless whip marks on her body. Before she could catch her breath, Wild Rose's order came again: "
Go and run a hundred laps around the training ground."
"What? Run a hundred laps?" Looking at the training ground with no edge in sight, Xiahou Huan'er felt like she wanted to faint.