I Really Don't Want to Be the Protagonist

"At that time, you come to cook us New Year's Eve dinner."

Thinking of certain things, Tang Wu spoke lightly.

"what?"

Liang Ruoxue opened her eyes wide and looked at Tang Wu.

Tang Wu frowned: "Can't you?"

Flowers of surprise bloomed little by little in Liang Ruoxue's eyes, and she happily said, "Of course! It's my greatest honor to be able to cook for my sister!"

Liang Ruoxue is not stupid, she naturally wouldn't think that Tang Wu asked her to come over just to let her cook!

This is just a mutual excuse!

The difference is that Liang Ruoxue never dared to make this request on her own initiative, only Tang Wu made it on her own initiative!

Because, Liang Ruoxue is Liang Ruoxue, her character is doomed that she will never ask Shi Qinghai to do anything for her.

Just like she treated Tang Wu.

Being able to stay by Shi Qinghai's side is already the greatest luck in her life.

"Thank you sister."

Suppressing her joy, Liang Ruoxue pursed her lips and said.

If Tang Wu was not still in front of her, she would have been so moved that she would have cried.

"Well, study hard and write well."

Tang Wu said something, drank all the remaining honey water, and then stood up: "I'm going to rest."

Liang Ruoxue hurriedly stood up: "Good night, sister."

"Good night."

Tang Wu went up to the second floor and returned to the room where she slept.

In the recent period of time, she has been sleeping here, and Liang Ruoxue's room is the neighbor, and Liang Ruoxue's room is further to the right, which is the room of a certain handsome guy.

The decoration of the main villa is extremely luxurious, so there is no distinction between the master bedroom and the second bedroom. Even the unoccupied nanny's room on the first floor has an area of ​​more than [-] square meters, plus a separate bathroom.

Liang Ruoxue was lying on the sofa in the living room alone, looking at the warm white chandelier, the corners of her mouth could not help but raise upwards.

This is an emotion that represents happiness.

She silently covered her face with her fingers, and then revealed a small gap.

"Brother, I really want to see you."

she said quietly.

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After returning to the room, Tang Wu did not rest immediately.

Sitting cross-legged, Tang Wu finally used the training postures of those martial arts masters in TV dramas.

After these few days of practice, Tang Wu found that practicing in this posture can hit the spirit the most, and the meridians in the body can also run smoothly, reaching the point where the true energy is superimposed.

Shi Qinghai still only gave her the original soul strengthening technique, and Tang Wu has been practicing steadily according to the contents of the exercises for a while.

The zhenqi in the body has started to accumulate slowly, from the very beginning, there is no zhenqi, and now a lot of zhenqi can be harvested every day, and the progress is obvious.

With Shi Qinghai's confession, Tang Wu finally fully understood the secret of herself.

Her mentality has also changed from being uneasy at the beginning to being calm and accepting now.

Some things are predestined, since you can't change it, you should try to accept it.

Perhaps because of the last formal awakening of the soul, Tang Wu often had some strange dreams these days.

Sometimes it is a huge and magnificent palace, and sometimes it is a disaster scene of landslides and tsunamis.

Sometimes, Tang Wu would also dream of a woman in white clothes.

Three thousand blue silks, three feet long sword.

With a cold face, Wushuang Wushuang.

There is such a feeling in the dark telling Tang Wu that this is the soul in the body, this is the previous ice spirit!

Tang Wu tried to communicate with the mysterious soul in her body, but every time it was only a unilateral initiative, and every time she shouted alone in her heart.

The soul in the body didn't know if it fell into a deep sleep again. It has been silent and has not responded.

When will it wake up?

Tang Wu thought deeply about this question.

Waking up from the cultivation state, Tang Wu lifted up her silk pajamas.

The tighter and fairer skin appeared in her sight. In the dim room, her body seemed to be covered with a layer of silvery white light, making her look extremely holy.

But such brilliance does not know where it comes from.

Standing up, Tang Wu walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.