As the days passed, Feng Nishang and the team of fifteen people became stronger day by day.
Training is not only about making your body stronger, it is about breaking through your limits again and again and forcing out your potential strength.
Under such training, not only Feng Nishang herself, but also Pangdun and Yanqing have improved. Coupled with the pills she refined and the training, she is invincible among the eight groups.'
Fengling and Fengyun didn't come to trouble Feng Nishang. The so-called sister Meiyu and brother Jingying didn't see them either. Rong Yan didn't appear in Feng Nishang's sight since he came that day. Only Fu Zi
, eight groups of reports will come every day, whether they are bored or not, they will come.
Feng Nishang knew that the guy was very mysterious, but in general, he didn't have any bad intentions towards her. Unlike Rong Yan and the others, she could feel that Fu Zi didn't have any purpose.
Just one thing.
"Nishang, I like you, come with me?"
"roll!"
He still smiled again and again, blooming like a swaying smile like a white lotus.
Half a month passed quickly. The night before she went to the second group, Feng Nishang felt an uneasy feeling in her heart, and her mood became inexplicably irritable. She didn't know where this uneasiness came from.
It was nameless and kept her awake.
After working hard for half a month, she reached the late stage from the middle stage of the true spirit stage, and the next stage was the holy spirit stage. Such progress was a bit fast for a genius, but she was still not satisfied.
This half month has been particularly hard because she will enter the second group tomorrow, so she did not train at night and wanted to have a good sleep to welcome tomorrow.
But the inexplicable uneasiness made her look irritable even with her eyes closed, so she simply left the small courtyard and wanted to walk around.
There is still no news about Maomao, but what is certain is that she is still alive and the contract between them has not disappeared.
Luo Qingcheng——
clear..
Thinking of Qingcheng, Feng Nishang felt even more irritable. Shrouded in darkness, the moonlight was like water, as beautiful as a waterfall flowing down from the sky, coating everything with a soft light.
It is already late at night, and everything is quiet. Only at this time and at this point will the Storm Academy be so quiet. There is no fighting, no killing, and no corpses.
However, just after Feng Nishang was enjoying the night breeze for a while, a figure flashed past her peripheral vision.
Immediately, she narrowed her eyes, but what Feng Nishang didn't notice was that the Stone of Life on her wrist suddenly lit up.
The light was very weak, but it only lasted for a moment.
"Who?" This is near the eighth group. If it's not the eighth group, it's the seventh group!
However, just when Feng Nishang was on guard, a pair of hands hugged her body from behind and placed his chin on her shoulder.
A sound like beads falling on a jade plate rang in her ears.
"A Shang."
A Shang...
His voice was very low, and could even be described as weak.
But that voice was very familiar, coming from Luo Qingcheng.
"Qingcheng?"
For a moment, Feng Nishang felt at a loss and even didn't react.
"Um."
In a very gentle response, his breath sprayed on her neck, itching, a little warm, and even carrying a hint of blood.
The blood was very light, but Feng Nishang was stunned.
As the days passed, Feng Nishang and the team of fifteen people became stronger day by day.
Training is not only about making your body stronger, it is about breaking through your limits again and again and forcing out your potential strength.
Under such training, not only Feng Nishang herself, but also Pangdun and Yanqing have improved. Coupled with the pills she refined and the training, she is invincible among the eight groups.'
Fengling and Fengyun didn't come to trouble Feng Nishang. The so-called sister Meiyu and brother Jingying didn't see them either. Rong Yan didn't appear in Feng Nishang's sight since he came that day. Only Fu Zi
, eight groups of reports will come every day, whether they are bored or not, they will come.
Feng Nishang knew that the guy was very mysterious, but in general, he didn't have any bad intentions towards her. Unlike Rong Yan and the others, she could feel that Fu Zi didn't have any purpose.
Just one thing.
"Nishang, I like you, come with me?"
"roll!"
He still smiled again and again, blooming like a swaying smile like a white lotus.
Half a month passed quickly. The night before she went to the second group, Feng Nishang felt an uneasy feeling in her heart, and her mood became inexplicably irritable. She didn't know where this uneasiness came from.
It was nameless and kept her awake.
After working hard for half a month, she reached the late stage from the middle stage of the true spirit stage, and the next stage was the holy spirit stage. Such progress was a bit fast for a genius, but she was still not satisfied.
This half month has been particularly hard because she will enter the second group tomorrow, so she did not train at night and wanted to have a good sleep to welcome tomorrow.
But the inexplicable uneasiness made her look irritable even with her eyes closed, so she simply left the small courtyard and wanted to walk around.
There is still no news about Maomao, but what is certain is that she is still alive and the contract between them has not disappeared.
Luo Qingcheng——
clear..
Thinking of Qingcheng, Feng Nishang felt even more irritable. Shrouded in darkness, the moonlight was like water, as beautiful as a waterfall flowing down from the sky, coating everything with a soft light.
It is already late at night, and everything is quiet. Only at this time and at this point will the Storm Academy be so quiet. There is no fighting, no killing, and no corpses.
However, just after Feng Nishang was enjoying the night breeze for a while, a figure flashed past her peripheral vision.
Immediately, she narrowed her eyes, but what Feng Nishang didn't notice was that the Stone of Life on her wrist suddenly lit up.
The light was very weak, but it only lasted for a moment.
"Who?" This is near the eighth group. If it's not the eighth group, it's the seventh group!
However, just when Feng Nishang was on guard, a pair of hands hugged her body from behind and placed his chin on her shoulder.
A sound like beads falling on a jade plate rang in her ears.
"A Shang."
A Shang...
His voice was very low, and could even be described as weak.
But that voice was very familiar, coming from Luo Qingcheng.
"Qingcheng?"
For a moment, Feng Nishang felt at a loss and even didn't react.
"Um."
In a very gentle response, his breath sprayed on her neck, itching, a little warm, and even carrying a hint of blood.
The blood was very light, but Feng Nishang was stunned.