Quick Transmigration: The host wants to die

Chapter 770
Chapter 770
Little Evil didn't know that it missed the truth like this, it was rare that Ruan Xiaoli wanted to talk to Xiao Evil all at once, talk more, now it's unnecessary, he doesn't want to talk to Xiao Evil anymore.

When Ruan Xiaoli was in a daze, Xiao Heqi poked her waist with a branch.

"It's almost time to rest, continue."

Ruan Xiaoli hurried to her calves and her legs were still trembling slightly, she was so tired, martial arts requires a strict teacher, but obviously Xiao Heqi is not a strict teacher, he just thought it was fun!
You must know that in Xiao Ei's introduction, Xiao Heqi is the second generation ancestor in Kyoto, the dandy little prince.

Chen Dan on one side couldn't stand it anymore, he stepped forward: "Young Master, we are about to set off, and the soldiers have almost rested."

"Let them rest for another hour."

Chen Dan: "... In this way, we may not be able to return to the capital for two months. Young master, your whereabouts have been exposed and there may be dangers on the road. We should return to the capital as early as possible."

The last assassination is the best proof that Xiao Heqi's whereabouts have been known.

The wilderness is certainly inferior to the protection of the capital.

The old prince must have gotten the news, maybe he is sending a letter to ask him to bring the young master back to the capital quickly.

Xiao Heqi naturally knew that he was in danger outside, but when he went back... he ran out so as not to study at the Royal Academy.

Grandpa's temper, he will definitely be punished by the devil in the barracks for a month when he goes back.

Xiao Heqi shuddered.

Ruan Xiaoli seemed to be bowing her head silently, but she was actually paying attention to Xiao Heqi's micro-expression from the corner of her eyes.

Tsk, it seems that the second generation ancestor also has people who are afraid.

Xiao Evil: "Of course I know how to be afraid now, after all, I am still a young boy, but the 15-year-old male protagonist in the world is really fearless. He, the well-known ancestor of the entire capital, who would have thought that such an unreliable person would march and fight and take down the southern country in one fell swoop has become a generation of myths."

"... This growth is quite the protagonist." Ruan Xiaoli could only say so.

Xiao Heqi got into the carriage in the end, he didn't bother Ruan Xiaoli, and he didn't embarrass Chen Dan.

Chen Dan breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the old prince should be moved out to deal with this little ancestor.

Xiao Heqi got into the carriage in a bad mood, and Ruan Xiaoli went up with her. Just as she sat down, a cup of tea was brought to her.

Ruan Xiaoli looked up at the boy lying in the carriage: "This is it?"

"Raise your hands forward, holding this cup of tea, not a single drop can be spilled in an hour." Xiao Heqi said with a smile on his face, his slightly childish boyish face was full of complacency.

He can also exercise 'him' in the carriage.

Ruan Xiaoli was silent for a second, then raised his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "You won't play tricks on me, will you?"

"I'm not kidding you, this is really exercising you."

He really didn't play 'him', although watching 'him' zamabu made him inexplicably happy and fulfilled.

"This is to exercise the strength balance of your arms, so that you won't get sore easily when you practice swords in the future."

"Ah."

"What weapon do you want to learn? You'd better not choose a weapon that is too long or too heavy for your body. The soft sword is quite suitable for you." Xiao Heqi said seriously.

Ruan Xiaoli didn't refute when she heard this, because she herself also likes soft swords, and she plans to use soft swords as her weapon in the future.

Ruan Xiaoli tried her best to level her hands, put the tea on her wrists, and within half an hour her hands began to shake.

Xiao Heqi yawned, his eyes were foggy, and he said vaguely: "Persevere, the time you lift each time is longer than each time, the longer you will practice sword sparring in the future."

What you need to practice sword is the stability and control of the arm, which is the basic practice.

Ruan Xiaoli gritted her teeth and persisted, and after about a cup of tea, she looked at the boy on the seat and said, "Help me take it down."

"Hold on to one more."

"Clap!"

The teacup fell down and knocked against the corner of the table with a loud noise, and the cold tea splashed in all directions, most of which splashed onto Xiao Heqi's clothes, and his light blue brocade was obviously wet.

Xiao Heqi looked at his wet clothes, and then at the skinny Ninth Prince of the Southern Kingdom rubbing his wrist: "You did it on purpose."

"I do not have."

Xiao Heqi's eyes were puzzled for a moment, and he didn't know why, just now when he saw 'him' take it, it felt like he was pouring tea on his clothes on purpose.

Ruan Xiaoli lowered his head and rubbed his wrist, his whole body was in a slump, it didn't look like he would pour tea on purpose.

"It's best not to do it on purpose. I'm your master. You should respect your master and be filial." He said as he took off his robe.

"I couldn't hold my hand just now, I didn't mean it."

After Ruan Xiaoli explained, she bent down to pick up the teacup. She lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly, but Xiao Evil clearly saw her smiling on the light screen.

She did it on purpose, she has always held a grudge.

And the revenge is either immediate revenge, or a big explosion in a few years!
Xiao Heqi took off his coat and found that the corner of his middle coat was also wet. He continued to take it off. Anyway, there was no woman in the carriage. Although he had not known Nan Zhichen for a long time, 'he' was his apprentice. Son.

"Aren't you cold like this?"

"It's not cold, people who practice martial arts are not afraid of the cold."

It was winter first, and the border was extremely cold, and even inside the carriage, the temperature was still very low. Xiao Heqi was sitting in thin single clothes, and Ruan Xiaoli felt cold just looking at it.

Because he was only twelve years old, Xiao Heqi's body was very thin, but his figure was slender. It can be seen that his height will not be low in the future.

Ruan Xiaoli admired secretly from the corner of her eyes, ever since she admitted to Xiao Evil that she likes the hero of the world, she has become more open about it.

Xiao Evil is quite used to her like this, anyway, it knows that Ruan Xiaoli will definitely complete the villain's task.
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"Persist for another stick of incense, you have been striding forward for half a month, why can you only persist for two hours, you are nine years old, not six years old, the young master was better than you when he was six years old."

"Eat an extra bowl for dinner, you will have strength when you are full and your body will grow. People who practice martial arts must have strength and good health."

"Tomorrow you will arrive in Wucheng. I will ask General Chen to find a doctor to look at your voice. Your voice has become like this at such a young age. Your speech is terrible. When you grow up, you probably won't be able to marry a prince or concubine."

"."

Ruan Xiaoli: "."

This kid really talks a lot, and his words are a little bit awkward.

Although Xiao Heqi still looked unreliable in the past ten days, Ruan Xiaoli's body has really improved significantly under his training.

The feeling of weakness and exhaustion in her body was gone. Although her legs were sore from Zamabu, she felt like she was walking like flying.

Xiao Heqi came over and stretched out his hand to support Ruan Xiaoli's waist: "Your waist should be straight, don't let it slump down, and if you don't have the right posture, it's a waste of practice."

"Ah."

"If you walk for three hours today, I will start teaching you swordsmanship tomorrow."

Ruan Xiaoli strode seriously, and she said, "How many days will it take to arrive at your northern cold capital?"

"There are still dozens of days. If you have good aptitude, you should be able to learn two or three sets of swordsmanship to defend yourself."

(End of this chapter)