The young killer of ancient times

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Mubai pursed his mouth, just quietly squatting on his own horse stance, and didn't express any opinions.

The author has something to say: I am indeed a hardworking and good boy, and I am really full of pears and tears~

In other words, with regard to the depth and breadth of the characters of the supporting actors, I can only say that what I have written now is only a little bit. It may be that the development of the plot is too slow, so that I can’t see the character of the characters, and neither Three or two sentences can describe a person's ability, so please read on, hope, you won't be disappointed ~ the above ~

In other words, I really want to ask for a long comment, and it is sad to see the empty long comment column, but I feel that my writing is so slow and procrastinated, I have no passion and no face to ask, so... silently crawl away~

Fix half an hour and change it to 15 minutes.

26. Strange mood...

The training time passed quickly, and to Mubai's surprise, Chu Shang didn't ask him to demonstrate or spar during the whole training process. Apart from wandering around him from time to time, Chu Shang didn't know what to do. Nothing else was done.Mubai was a little surprised, but then he felt that Chu Shang was just recharging his energy, and he would test it after preparation.

Anyway, no matter what, Mubai had made up his mind not to show any martial arts in front of Chu Shang.After the training, Mubai went to the locker room to change, and went back to the dormitory with Qin Zimo.

Qin Zimo was very silent along the way, unlike his usual enthusiasm, Mubai looked at him strangely, quite confused, so although Qin Zimo was somewhat unpredictable, his face always had only He smiled unchanged, but Mubai didn't feel any malice in his approach, so he didn't feel disgusted with Qin Zimo.

On the contrary, he has a slight fondness for this smiling classmate. It is not clear whether it is because Qin Zimo was the first person to show kindness to him when he first arrived here, or because this person After the morning exercise, I stood quietly and waited.

Although this may be insignificant, but for Mubai, seeing such a person standing beside him, this feeling inexplicably moved his heart. That person was quiet and beautiful, with a gentle and touching smile, and he just stood there , and watched him coming with warm eyes, which made Mu Bai feel that he was important for a moment.

But it was just for a moment, like the moment he helped the master kill someone, the moment the master nodded, he felt that he was needed, not the one who was abandoned, not the one who even his parents disliked.Mubai glanced at Qin Zimo who was beside him, although the corners of his mouth still had a slight curvature, but that curvature made people feel that there was no warmth at all.

He seemed to be thinking about something, his expression was serious, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed unusually forced. Mubai thought of Qin Zimo's usual concern, and he hesitated slightly in his heart. He glanced at Qin Zimo, but finally hesitant Tun said, "If you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh."

His words made Qin Zimo, who was in deep thought, suddenly come back to his senses, he turned his head to look at Mubai, looked at him in a daze, and said "ah" with some doubts, and it took a while to realize what Mubai said What, he was slightly taken aback, his contemplative expression faded away, his eyes brightened, looking at Mubai with the familiar warmth of the latter.

"It's rare to see you take the initiative to talk, and you still care about me. Can I think that you regard me as a friend?" Qin Zimo directly avoided Mubai's words, and talked about other things. Seeing his smile, it seemed It has returned to normal, even with some joyful joy.

Mubai couldn't react for a while, he didn't know why his words made Qin Zimo think in such a strange direction, but killers can't have friends, because a friend at this moment may be the target at the next moment .But, he's not a killer now, can he, maybe, make a friend?

Mu Baiwei was thinking in a daze, but he quickly came to his senses and did not answer Qin Zimo's question. This question is too difficult to answer. For him, friends should share weal and woe, and follow each other in advance and retreat.But can Qin Zimo do it?Could he be such a person?Mubai didn't know him well, so he didn't answer his question.

This question is too difficult for him. The word "friend" is not just a word of mouth.But obviously, the definition of friends in this world is too broad, those who have almost spoken a few words, even those who don't even know each other can also be called friends, even though Mubai understands this, he is not ready to accept it.

He turned his head to avoid Qin Zimo's sight, and walked straight forward. Qin Zimo looked at his back, and couldn't help but smiled wryly, a little annoyed by his eagerness, he took a deep breath, and changed into his usual Li's expression, and then quickly caught up with Mubai.

Neither of them brought up the topic just now, as if nothing had happened, just like every day in the past, they said goodbye at the door of the dormitory, and then entered their respective rooms.

Mubai slowly closed the door, suddenly felt that Qin Zimo was becoming more and more unfathomable, even he was a little suspicious, maybe his feeling was wrong, Qin Zimo approached him with malice, Or, for some purpose, it's just that he disguised it so well that he didn't notice it for a while.

After all, he was too friendly, gentle and polite to him, and too reserved, even he didn't look angry at all for ignoring his question today, but thinking of Qin Zimo, he seemed to be the same to other people on weekdays , It's just that those people are not as rude as him.

Maybe Qin Zimo is a good gentleman, thinking of this, Mu Bai reluctantly put aside the doubts in his heart, and decided to wait and see what happened in the future.Having figured this out, Mubai went to his desk and sat down. He thought of the new coach, and he didn't know where Ma Chengyu found that coach. It would be great if he could find out.

Thinking of Ma Chengyu, Mubai remembered that he hadn't asked him if he revealed the fact that he taught him to win the competition. He hesitated for a while, and decided to go to him again tomorrow. At this time, the sky was getting dark, and Mubai decided to finish practicing calligraphy. Just wash and sleep.

Writing with a fountain pen is actually much easier to write than calligraphy with a brush, but Mubai is already used to the brush, and getting used to the fountain pen is still a bit awkward after all. He secretly bought copybooks every day when Han Luo was away to practice calligraphy. He has made rapid progress, and he can almost write normally.

After writing the last word, Mubai heaved a sigh of relief, carefully put away the pen, and carefully hid the copybook, then he stretched his sore neck and walked into the bathroom.

When Han Luo came back, Mubai had already been lying down for a long time, but he still felt it the moment Han Luo approached the door. He kept a motionless posture, continued to pretend that he was asleep, and then practiced his inner strength .Compared with when he first came, the exhaust gas in his body is almost cleared now, which is faster than he expected, and all this probably started to speed up after he was injured.

So Mubai couldn't tell for a while whether the injury was a good thing or a bad thing.A little injury to his arm not only made his body more obedient to commands, but also made his inner strength practice faster.

Mubai didn't delve into this question, after all, even if he did, he couldn't figure out why, he concentrated on practicing his inner strength, but he could clearly hear Han Luo's movements.Han Luo seemed to deliberately lighten his steps, but Mubai could still hear him very clearly.

He heard Han Luo walk to the table, turn on the desk lamp, and then sat there flipping through the book. After a while, Mubai had finished practicing his inner strength before he heard Han Luo close the book and walk into the bathroom.Mubai slightly opened his eyes, glanced at the direction of the bathroom, feeling slightly moved in his heart.

Han Luo is a hardworking person. Even if he goes out to work part-time every night and comes back very late, he still reads for two hours before taking a break. Sometimes, he doesn't go to sleep until it is almost dawn. , Mubai can practice internal strength to alleviate his lack of sleep, but Han Luo can't.

He is just a normal person!Mubai could even see the deep dark circles around Han Luo's eyes. Although Mubai heard the old lady say a lot about Han Luo, just like Han Luo, the old lady didn't mention anything about his parents. Even if it is mentioned by accident sometimes, it will quickly change the subject.

Mubai vaguely knew that Han Luo's childhood was not considered happy, and later lived with the old lady and his wife. Although the three of them were not considered rich, they could barely make ends meet. A few years ago, the old lady's husband passed away, and the old lady Her health also collapsed, and Han Luo didn't have the time and energy to take care of her, and she was worried that she would be alone at home, so she could only find a nursing home for the old lady to live in.

And he spends all his spare time working part-time to earn money, part of which heals the old lady, part of it is handed over to the nursing home, and the rest is for him to live on.Even though he was exhausted, Han Luo was still unwilling to give up the opportunity to study. He almost seized every spare minute to study. Thinking of this, Mubai even hesitated, and asked Han Luo to spare time to give him tutoring , really good?

He was slightly hesitant in his heart, although he didn't fully understand Han Luo's situation, but he knew from his feeling that his life was definitely not easy, this kind of situation reminded Mubai of his past days, when he used to practice martial arts desperately, Just to not fall behind and be abandoned by others.

But now Han Luo suddenly gave him a feeling of sympathy