Zhao Wenqing's whole body was stiff, and his upper and lower muscles were completely inoperable.
Four hours have passed since I knelt down.
I typed up a lot of drafts, but when I saw Chang Shisan, I didn't say a single word.
Every sentence is like a sophistry to escape guilt. Perhaps, choosing silence is the best way.
Chang Shisan held the Mo Yang Sword in his hand and was thinking about how to raise two million taels of silver. He walked towards Lin Xun's room with his legs as usual.
Every morning, Lin Xun still had to rely on his master to wake him up. The only time he got up early was when Chang Shisan was seriously ill.
Zhao Wenqing looked at the gang leader who was getting closer and closer, and was still thinking about whether to speak or not. Before he could salute, Chang Shisan rushed past him without stopping for a step, not even giving him a look.
Zhao Wenqing opened his thirsty mouth, "Help... Lord", the second word was stuck in his throat.
A line of hot tears fell from the corners of my eyes.
Zhao Wenqing was extremely desperate.
Do you just don’t take yourself seriously? People like me will be doomed and hopeless after making one mistake. It’s not worth your eyes, let alone a word.
I thought that as long as I was sincere, the gang leader would definitely take action. Who knew, this was just a daydream and wishful thinking.
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In the early morning of the martial arts field, there were a few people scattered here and there. Lin Xun was tired and sore all over.
During the evening class last night, because my body was not in control, it was difficult to complete the movements no matter how hard I tried. Chang Shisan hated that iron could not become steel, and Lin Xun was extremely anxious.
After going back and forth for two hours, Lin Xun's small body was about to fall apart.
Today, although Lin Xun was not very energetic, he unexpectedly discovered that Chang Shisan did not have the "violent weapon" in his hand to punish him - for the first time!
"Master, please give me a message first as to how to arrange today." Lin Xun raised his head and asked.
In Lin Xun's eyes, he saw a frowning face, which was as cold as ice in the past, but finally showed a trace of the joy, anger, sorrow and joy that a mortal should have.
"What happened, Master? You..."
Thirteen handed the Mo Yang Sword to Lin Xun: "You can continue last night's practice first, and I will go for a walk. I will test it after an hour, eh? Where is my whip?" Thirteen stretched out his hand and found that it was empty.
Nothing but such a necessary tool was left behind.
Thirteen: "Go get it."
There is a fly in my mouth - such a "violent weapon", and I have to get it myself?! Can you take care of my feelings?!
Lin Xun: "Master, what happened? You have rarely been so lost."
Thirteen frowned slightly: "Is there any?"
Lin Xun nodded with certainty: "Yes, it's written on his face."
Thirteen pursed her lips and instantly returned to a calm expression: "Yeah. Just practice."
Lin Xun went up and grabbed Thirteen's sleeves: "Master, Xun'er can help you take care of your worries."
Thirteen touched Lin Xun's little head: "Little owner, I am going to beg for food, what should I do?"
Lin Xun smiled: "Poor? Don't be joking. No one knows that you are rich. No one believes this, hahaha."
Thirteen: "Yeah, that's right, it's just a joke. You should practice as soon as possible. I'm going to leave as a teacher."
Lin Xun didn't intend to get to the bottom of it: "Yes."
Thirteen has not yet planned to inform Lin Xun of the matter, but what if he accidentally leaks the matter and makes people panic?
Lin Xun, this kid, never lets up his mouth at all times.