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Before dawn the next day, Tang San woke up Tang Ye.

Although it was almost time to wake up, Tang Ye was still a little impatient when his dream was interrupted early.

"Tang San, you better have something more important than me beating you up." Tang Ye was a little annoyed to get up.Because every time he woke up, Tang Ye would be a little overwhelmed by the feeling of cloud and mist.In other words, this is a sense of crisis that Tang Ye instinctively produced when his brain was not sober.

As for Tang San, he really wished for a fight between the two of them, and he enjoyed all the physical contact with Tang Ye.

Tang San covered the man's tightly pursed pink lips with a warm towel, and said warmly: "You forgot? I said yesterday that I will take you to practice the method of eye training, Ziji Demon Eye." The last four words he said He spoke very slowly, but Tang Ye still didn't respond.

The explanation is very reasonable, Tang Ye's brain started to work, oh...

After receiving the towel, his black eyes were still cold, with a trace of unnecessary anger persisting: there is no reason to beat someone...

But what reason is there for beating someone! !

Throwing the towel into the water basin, Tang Ye turned around and swept over with a palm wind!

Tang San's eyes brightened, he took the palm, blocked it again, and pushed his elbow back.

The two saw each other's moves, and after dozens of moves, Tang Ye had changed from venting his anger to fighting martial arts. When he was interested, he was full of vigor, flamboyant and frivolous.

Although Tang San was very reluctant to stop, but looking at the shallow white in the east in the distance, Tang San stretched out his long arms and circled Tang Ye from the side.

The distance between the two narrowed in an instant, so close that Tang San could clearly see the thin hairs on Tang Ye's ears, and further down, there were a few light-colored blood vessels on the fair neck, under the delicate skin.

Tang Ye's lifeblood, Chi Guoguo, was exposed to him, so he didn't defend himself.Everything was so alluring, Tang San couldn't help but move closer to his ear.

"Aye, the sun will rise when it is late." Tang San's voice was very low, as if floating from the deep sea, Tang Ye could hear it clearly.

Scratching his itchy ears, Tang Ye withdrew his hands, enjoying himself with satisfaction, but also with a trace of unhappiness.

Seeing Tang Ye like this, Tang San straightened his clothes very naturally and skillfully.

Without a word for a while, the two climbed up to the roof.

After being told a few essentials, Tang Ye began to practice without realizing how handy he was at all.

Looking at Tang Ye who was still concentrating on cultivation beside him, the splendor of the morning glow was also imprinted in his eyes, as if everything had returned to 15 years ago. Although Tang Ye didn't remember himself for some reason, Tang San was still satisfied.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if the senior brother doesn't remember, as long as he is still Tang Ye, as long as he stays by his side.

The purple energy dissipated quickly, and while Tang Ye was exchanging ideas with Tang San, the master slowly walked up to the roof.

Seeing the master, Tang Ye and Tang San stood up at the same time and saluted.

The master would come to Tang San at this time, he must have something to talk about, Tang Ye said goodbye casually, and went to the cafeteria after a few trips.

Looking at the direction Tang Ye was going, the master said slowly: "Little San, I don't want you to be ruined by love."

Tang San was startled, and remained silent, waiting for the master to speak later.

The master knew his disciple, Tang San was very different from Tang Ye.

Xiao Wu has been with him for six years, and Tang San only regards her as his younger sister.What's more, if Xiao Wu was in danger, Tang San would never be so irrational.

As a disciple, his talent is already outstanding, coupled with his outstanding intelligence, his character is far above the world, and he has his own ten theories of martial arts as a guide. His future is bound to be limitless.

But now, maybe...

"Absorbing the 2000-year-old man-faced spider, I hope I won't see such a stupid thing again." The master turned his head to look at Tang San, his jaw was tense as usual, and his words revealed a bit of obscure chill.

The sun had already risen over the hills, lining the sides of the two with warm gold.At the bottom of the blue eyes, the coquettish purple air floated from time to time, showing a bit of an inappropriate smile, Tang San slightly raised the corner of his lips: "So it doesn't matter."

Ignoring Grandmaster's anger, Tang San continued: "As long as it's for him, so what?"

Tang San's words seemed frivolous and arrogant, a bit absurd like Fenghuo playing princes, but in Yu Xiaogang's ears, he could really hear the paranoia, fearlessness, and madness in it.

For a while, the scolding words stuck in Yu Xiaogang's throat, he couldn't get up and down, and finally turned into a long sigh of emotion, envy, and nostalgia, and he said: "It's so good..."

Looking at the red sun in the east that was getting brighter, more dazzling, and more scorching, he said again: "That's great."

Tang San didn't know about the master, but he also knew that there must be a secret wound in his heart, so he stood aside and didn't disturb.

After a while, the master collected his emotions and returned to normal, and said to Tang San: "Forget it, let's go outside the academy to see how you have gained."

The two of them went out of the school together as if what happened just now hadn't happened.

……

When Yu Xiaogang and Tang San returned to Shrek Academy, it was already dawn.

"Little San, let's go eat. I will rearrange a training schedule for you starting today." The master knew about Tang San's external spirit bone, and left in a hurry in a moment of excitement.

When Tang San came to the cafeteria, Tang Ye and Shrek's other partners had almost finished their breakfast.

And Ma Hongjun was sitting next to Tang Ye, very excitedly talking about Shrek's past anecdotes, Oscar and Dai Mubai added a few punchlines from time to time, how lively the cafeteria was.

Tang San didn't know how other people were happy, he only saw a smile on the corner of Tang Ye's mouth, and a smile in his eyes.

It could be seen that Tang Ye didn't dislike Ma Hongjun's enthusiastic chatter, and even indulged him.

Tang San finished taking the food and walked to Ma Hongjun's side, flashed his eyes with deep meaning, and smiled gently: "Fatty, let me go."

By coincidence, Ma Hongjun really shifted his position in a daze, and then he didn't understand for a while, scratching his head, feeling something was wrong, but didn't realize it.

But seeing Tang San sitting between him and Tang Ye, Wen Sheng talking to Tang Ye, it was no different from usual, the little fat man was dumbfounded, took a bite of the big steamed bun, then turned his head and continued to break up with Oscar.

After the comfortable breakfast, it was followed by Yu Xiaogang's specially formulated training for this group of little monsters.

Yu Xiaogang is unique in the study of martial spirits, but his intensive training is not very advanced to put it bluntly - familiar sparring, long-distance running with weights to improve physical fitness, and fighting spirits to strengthen actual combat.

Sounds simple, but the benefits are extraordinary and surprisingly useful.

The master's tone remained blunt: "Tang San, Xiaowu, Zhuqing, and Tang Ye come out, Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing are on the team, Tang Ye and Xiaowu are on the team, let's start."

Hearing such an arrangement, everyone walked to one side with ease and set up a battle.On the other side of the lawn, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar had already started fighting.

Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul is quite special, Yu Xiaogang has other plans for this.

The author has something to say: WHF, this chapter is actually less than [-] words, it seems to be well-blocked.Jia Jia Jia, no matter what, it must be two thousand