Jiang Xinlan looked up in shock, her eyes shining brightly.
At this moment, Feng Yu no longer had the cynicism he had before.
At this moment, he was unbridled and domineering.
He unleashed all thirteen of his domineering spears, and a surge of domineering energy rose into the sky, as if to poke a hole in the sky.
He was dressed in white, holding a gun in one hand, looking so cool and handsome.
Jiang Xinlan felt her heart suddenly "thump thump" and beat a few times uncontrollably.
She didn't understand what this meant.
But at this moment, Feng Yu was truly dazzling.
It was clearly the same face, but she just couldn't take her eyes off it.
"How is it? Isn't this shot cool?"
Feng Yu raised his eyebrows, with an expression that said, "Am I really that great? Can I charm a lot of people?"
Jiang Xinlan: ...
Well, that frantic feeling just now disappeared in an instant.
How can this person's temperament switch back and forth at will?
Jiang Xinlan said she couldn't bear to watch it.
She felt very tired after all the output.
She turned her head and went back to the hut in the distance to rest.
She and Feng Yu formed their own space, and the environment here seemed to be able to change according to Feng Yu's thoughts.
Sometimes it is the boundless sea, sometimes it is the endless forest, and sometimes it is the wisteria waterfall among the green trees and vines.
The scene presented is just like Feng Yu himself, with an eccentric and unpredictable personality.
But no matter how it changes, the thatched house at the core has not changed.
The thatched house has three rooms, two for living and one for the kitchen. However, no one cooks there.
Jiang Xinlan wants to rest.
But the feet move.
The next moment, a crisp "click" sound was heard.
Jiang Xinlan was extremely stunned.
Ankle, her ankle was broken.
It was just because he had retreated in a hurry to avoid Feng Yu's domineering Thirteen Shots, so it was broken.
Is she too weak, or is Feng Yu too evil?
"Um?"
Feng Yu seemed to have noticed something was wrong with her. He moved aside, picked her up, and took her away.
"Hey, what are you doing? Put me down!"
Jiang Xinlan felt her feet go empty, and she realized that someone was carrying her like a sack. She felt a little ashamed.
"Why should I put you down? Your bones are all broken. If you continue like this, you will become disabled."
"You must have been injured the first time you tried to defeat me, right?"
"I really don't know how you managed to build up your second move. Aren't you a human?"
Feng Yu expressed his doubts sincerely.
"Bang!" Jiang Xinlan's fist, like a small sandbag, answered him.
Jiang Xinlan threw a few punches and finally rubbed her hands helplessly.
Never mind, he is the God of War after all.
Even if it was just a clone, she would not be a match for him.
Invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, she is no match.
In the end, Jiang Xinlan had no choice but to let Feng Yu carry her back to the thatched hut.
No words were spoken that night.
Jiang Xinlan felt as if all the bones in her body were broken.
When she woke up the next day, she felt back pain.
only……
She woke up and looked at the bright moon hanging high outside the window, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
It took me a while to react before I remembered that I was in another time and space, and there was no bright moon here.
"Hey, look at you. You've been sleeping for so long, the moon is already shining on your butt, and you still haven't gotten up to practice."
"You don't have my talent, and you don't practice well. No one can protect you like this."
Jiang Xinlan opened the window, but saw an uninvited guest outside.
"I only slept for four hours."
"You don't think that just because you conjured up the moon in this space, I'll think it's the next day, do you?"
Jiang Xinlan glanced at it and said lightly.
The time here is still relative to the outside world, but the practitioners have self-awareness of their own practice and rest time.
Hearing this, Feng Yu shrugged indifferently.
"Let's go."
Jiang Xinlan put on her coat, washed up briefly, and then walked out of the thatched hut with her spear in hand.
"What are you doing? So late at night?"
Feng Yu asked.
"Practice shooting."
"As you said, I don't have your talent, so I have to be the first to fly."
Jiang Xinlan spoke in a light tone. She raised her hand slightly, and the Ruyi Red Tassel Spear spontaneously turned into a long spear.
“clang!”
She took out her spear and began to practice the most basic shooting skills.
"The lower body is unstable."
Feng Yu got a plate of melon seeds from somewhere and ate them while commenting on them.
"This move uses too much force. You need to use your strength wisely."
"Yeah, this is a good move, but it's not powerful enough."
“…”
Feng Yu kept chattering away.
He talked for as long as Jiang Xinlan practiced.
But gradually, he became tired.
Can gods get sleepy?
Of course not, but they will also feel tired, so sometimes it is necessary to sleep to relieve fatigue.
Just think about it, if you were asked to watch someone repeat an action thousands of times, could you still hold on?
Feng Yu couldn't sit still anymore. He was bored, so he turned the space into a primeval forest, and then ran around in the forest.
Sometimes chasing rabbits, sometimes chasing tigers, having a lot of fun.
When he returned home after a good time, he saw Jiang Xinlan practicing shooting over and over again. Even he looked a little surprised.
This little girl is not simple.
So, the next day.
Feng Yu put aside his playful thoughts and focused on explaining each move to Jiang Xinlan.
After careful explanation, he discovered it.
It’s not that this girl has no talent, but that she has never received systematic training in marksmanship before.
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