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

Feng Lingyan sighed: "If you don't change it, you can't do it. Your black clothes are simply your living sign. Besides, it doesn't match your appearance. Change it. You see, I'm a girl, so I don't want to change it." Well?"

Kazama Tsukuri: "..."

Well, she is not afraid of girls, so what else is he afraid of?

It's just a matter of taking a few showers.

Feng Lingyan changed the two horses again.>

The tall and handsome white and red horses have now become ordinary yellow pussies>

The kind you can't find in the horse pile...

Feng Lingyan originally gave those following people the illusion that she was not in a hurry to run away, making them paralyzed >

Then suddenly ran for dozens of miles, running through more than ten forks in the road with many people >

Even if those people follow their footsteps, they still have to delay for a long time at every fork in the road>

Only in this way can she have plenty of time to do these tasks...

"Where are we going now?" Feng Jianyueli had already obeyed Feng Lingyan's orders at this moment.

It's always because others saw him and ran away, and now it's like this - it's very novel, very exciting... It seems, and it's very interesting to say.

It turned out that his life was a pool of stagnant water, and there was almost nothing else to do except to compete with those masters.

And in the past two years, he has no interest in even finding someone to compete in martial arts...

After all, everyone is inferior to him, and he is too embarrassed to bully others.

It's so cold at the top, that's what he feels.

Since ancient times, all heroes are lonely, and he has a kind of artistic conception of being alone and seeking defeat.

And Gong Yanmo——is the only opponent he encountered.

But that guy just didn't want to compete with him. He challenged him a few times, but he confused him with other things.

He came and went, and he didn't bother to challenge.