Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Feng Lingyan was a little embarrassed: "Does this make you violate the school rules? Maybe——I, I can also worship you as a teacher."

Kazama Yueli shook her head, and said only one sentence: "No violation. Don't worry."

With his words, Feng Lingyan finally felt relieved.

Sit there and start meditating...

Feng Lingyan already had a foundation in martial arts, and the book she was reading was the basic internal skills of the ancient immortal sect, so it wasn't too difficult to learn. [

Feng Jianyueli was a little surprised to see that she was practicing well, and a gleam of relief flashed in her eyes.

He is really good at touching the bones, this kid is indeed a prodigy in martial arts...

Before I knew it, another month had passed.

At the beginning, Feng Lingyan still had a faint feeling in his heart, whether it was fear or anticipation, that Gong Yanmo would come to him at any time.

But two months passed, and the weather on Duxiu Peak was calm, and no one else came up at all.

Sometimes, she also thought about Gong Yanmo's injury, wondering how he was injured that time.

However, he himself is a genius doctor, almost able to bring the dead back to life, so he should be cured soon...

It seems that he has really let go, and he is just a passer-by in his life.

Will there be no intersection in the future?

She told herself over and over again that this result was exactly what she wanted.

However, what is the tingling pain in my heart that I can't explain clearly?

Her martial arts has improved a lot these days, and she has also read through a large volume of Gu Xianmen's martial arts cheats.

She memorizes the most basic rules by heart, but the cultivation of internal strength is not an overnight effort.

Two months have passed, and her internal strength is equivalent to that of a junior high school student.

Although Kazama Tsukuri said it was pretty good.

But she herself was very dissatisfied.