End Of Life, You Tell Me It's A Life Simulation?

Fang Han glanced at Mrs. Wang whose expression changed slightly, and didn't say anything else, leaving a sentence to continue tomorrow, then turned and left.

Seeing Fang Han's figure gradually disappearing with the sound of footsteps, Mrs. Wang hurriedly got up and closed the door, then sat down powerlessly.

To be honest, when she got along with this person, she was annoyed and angry, and fearful and fearful. After two hours, it was really not easy.

Seeing that Fang Han had finally left, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It took a long time to get up, with a troubled expression on his face.

After this incident, she tried to do some tricks on the pronunciation, but it can't be used.

This person acts very cautiously, and he may not be able to count him.

It would be better...

Take this opportunity to practice "Xiaowu's "eight-three-three" Xianggong", maybe she will be able to perform miraculously when the time comes, and she won't be afraid of him!

At this time, Mrs. Wang felt an unprecedented sense of urgency about practicing martial arts for the first time.

As I thought about it, various thoughts came to my mind.

For a moment, I felt that the other party's martial arts were so powerful, and the majestic, seemingly endless internal force just now was very frightening. Even if I have cultivated the small non-phase kung fu, I'm afraid it will be far behind him, and there is no chance of winning:

For a while, I thought how this person could cultivate such a rare and peerless martial arts at such a young age. Could it be because of his family background?

He said that his surname was Fang, and he had never heard of any famous martial arts master named Fang in the Jianghu martial arts world.

Mrs. Wang was thinking wildly for an unknown period of time, when there was a knock on the door.

Suddenly, her delicate body trembled, thinking that Fang Han had gone and came back, her eyes turned red, and she said anxiously, "You...do you have anything else to do!?"

After a while, a soft and slightly hesitant voice came.

"Mother, I'm Yuyan, who are you talking to?"

Mrs. Wang was shocked and realized that she had misunderstood.

Slightly relaxed, he calmed down and said, "It's nothing, Yu Yan, what's the matter with you coming to see me?"

"Mother, it's time for dinner, I think you haven't come..."

Mrs. Wang glanced at the sky, and stomped her feet angrily.

I am a widow, it is extremely rude for him to stay until such an hour before leaving.

Perhaps, he still harbors evil intentions...

tomorrow...what will tomorrow say,

Can't let him stay for so long.

a...

Ok!?

wrong!

It should be, you can't ask him to come to your room again!

Mrs. Wang bit her lip, thinking that she was going to be dizzy with anger, and she almost wanted to quit.

"Mother?"

Mrs. Wang woke up like a dream, cleared her throat and said: "I see, you go back first, I will come later.

"okay then….…………"

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, Mrs. Wang looked thoughtful, she thought again, should she send Yu Yan out directly?

But at this moment, if you make a rash move, how can you hide it from him, and it would be bad if you let him notice Yu Yan instead.

He sighed faintly, not knowing what to do.

After sorting out my thoughts, I was ready to go to eat first.

Suddenly froze.

"Wait, did he tell me the news about the heartbroken man?"

Ah! How angry!

The bastard! He broke his promise!

hateful!

The next day, Fang Han looked at Mrs. Wang with an unhappy and cold face.

She seemed too lazy to pay attention to what she was thinking, and continued to ask for advice on how to read through.

Seeing him like this, Mrs. Wang was even more annoyed. She was annoyed that he didn't inform Duan Zhengchun yesterday, and that he ran into her room again with extreme disrespect, but she didn't dare to say more, so she had to teach him honestly. .

After teaching one book in two hours, it's time to practice breathing again.

Fang Han grasped the delicate and soft wrist, and used his internal strength to let him successfully practice this record of internal strength.

At this time, Mrs. Wang couldn't care about other things in her heart, and she felt the inner strength wandering, gradually becoming stronger and showing a look of joy.

"It's still early, let's continue." Fang Han said softly.

So, time flies.

Soon another half month passed.

For half a month, Fang Han kept refining the Six Meridians Excalibur and Yiyang Finger in addition to the daily practice of the "North Ming Divine Art".

The former six sets of swordsmanship have been proficient to the extreme, while the latter has also gradually understood the essence of acupoint acupuncture and healing methods.

It's not just half a month's work, it should be counted in the three months of traveling all the way before, practiced every day...

In addition, there are occasional learning of medical skills from Ms. Cheng, and "asking" "Small Wuxiang Gong" from Mrs. Wang.

In the room, Mrs. Wang was sitting upright in a lotus-colored skirt.

Outlines a graceful and plump figure.

On the beautiful and glamorous jade face, there is a rosy pink tenderness.

I don't know if it is because of the gradual success of the "Little Wuxiang Gong", but she is more beautiful and brighter than before.

Mrs. Wang looked at Fang Han, Emei frowned slightly and said: "You just pronounced it wrong, the pitch should be higher, the tip of the tongue should touch the roof of the mouth, so..."

Said, but also set up a demonstration.

The red lips spit out lightly, delicate and graceful.

Fang Han listened carefully and read it again, and then he read it correctly.

Mrs. Wang saw that this paragraph has been taught, and then she practiced it herself.

Subconsciously stretched out Rou Yi, letting Fang Han grasp it in his palm.

Read through the tones, breathe in and out, until two quarters of an hour later, this will be practiced again.

After finishing today's practice, only the formulas in the last booklet are left.

Fang Han took the brush and recorded it carefully.

This "Little Formless Skill" secret book was re-recorded by him in a normal way. The previous ones were really too awkward, and it is easy to understand after sorting out.

Mrs. Wang watched silently from the side, with a somewhat complicated expression and dim eyes.

Seeing that he finally finished writing, he couldn't help pouring 3.5 cups of tea for him, and asked, "Your martial arts are so strong, why do you need to practice this?"

Although "Small Formless Kungfu" is a magic skill passed down to her by her mother, it is mysterious, profound and powerful!

It is the first-class martial arts in the world!

But it also depends on who you compare it with.

Mrs. Wang has personally experienced the seemingly endless inner strength of the other party. Even if she has developed the "small formless inner strength", she is far inferior to him.

Hardly a comparison.

In this way, it can be seen that the martial arts practiced by the other party is superior to her "Little Wuxiang Gong", but why not be obsessed with it?

Mrs. Wang couldn't figure it out.

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