Chapter 83: Covering one’s ears and stealing the bell (Second update, please subscribe!)
Ever since Wuhun evolved from low-level to mid-level at Level 4, he has been making assumptions.
But now, the change in the warrior's will made Fang Ling confirm this even more.
The process is a bit mysterious, and comes from watching the changes in the scenery during leisure time.
I have been practicing so hard that I don’t even know it yet.
Progress is important, but human energy is ultimately limited.
If you focus too much on one thing all the time, even if you are passionate about it, even if you persevere and do it consistently, you will still feel tired in your heart.
This is the limitation of human beings, and Fang Ling does not have the capital to be a human being.
Proper rest can regulate your emotions and true inner feelings.
Make faster progress after you start moving forward again.
It was said before that Ye Lingling was unable to adjust to the pressure he was facing, but he didn't expect that the boomerang would hit him after all.
Fang Ling thought carefully about the reason why he had been able to persist in working hard until now.
It turns out that it’s just that the pressure resistance is strong enough, the panel can show progress, and there is a big cake hanging in front... It’s just a combination of many factors.
It is to reach the pinnacle of soul masters and become gods.
Although they seem to be mentally strong, moving forward under the guidance of knowing specific goals is still inferior to those who face the unknown but still walk alone.
Once you understand this and accept your true self, your inner cognition will be completely reshaped, and your spirit will naturally be lifted.
"Fang Ling..." Ye Lingling entered the small courtyard and looked at Fang Ling strangely today.
Instead of practicing, he was lying lazily on the couch.
He looked carefree, calm and at ease, as if the troubles in the world had nothing to do with him.
"Sister Lingling, come and accompany me." Fang Ling called softly and patted the empty space next to her.
Ye Lingling's eyes flashed slightly and she looked at him in surprise, "What happened to you today?"
"No more training today? No more soul fighting?"
"I'm not training anymore. I'm a little tired. I have a rest today." Fang Ling nodded, then hooked up his hands and said, "Come on, Sister Lingling, come and sleep with me for a while."
Ye Lingling instinctively obeyed his words and took two steps lightly.
Then his figure suddenly paused, a shy blush quietly bloomed on his cheeks, and then he spat softly:
"Screw you, ivory can't come out of a dog's mouth."
"Huh? Oh, sorry, sorry." Fang Ling suddenly realized what shocking words he had said and apologized repeatedly.
Such naked teasing words could actually come out of his mouth.
It's also too relaxed.
"I don't have any bad intentions, I just want you to take a break."
"I know." Ye Lingling pondered for a moment, then sat down next to Fang Ling.
"And at your age, even if you have bad intentions, what else can you do?"
"?" Fang Ling raised his eyebrows. He had to respond to this provocation.
In an instant, he turned over and climbed up, and in an instant he was close to her white and tender cheek.
"I am a second-ring great soul master, and my body has been catalyzed by two soul rings. Sister Lingling, do you want to try it?"
The hot breath blew Ye Lingling's black veil, through the collar, and down Bai Xue's skin.
The slightly warm breath was like a delicate caress by a hand, almost causing goosebumps to rise on one's body involuntarily.
The scorching eyes made people dare not look directly at them.
Ye Lingling's body trembled for a moment, and her heart suddenly lurched at his sudden approach.
Realizing that he was just watching and not doing anything, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fuck you, Fang Ling, don't make such a joke."
Fang Ling stepped back, folded his hands under his head, and leaned against the bed:
"Sister Lingling, you are looking down on me. Faced with this kind of thing, I also have self-respect."
"Oh, little man..."
Ye Lingling sneered.
The two sat side by side and watched the scenery for a while. She suddenly asked softly: "Why did you watch the geese yesterday?"
"You like her?"
There was a hint of unnoticeable throbbing and anxiety in the soft voice.
Fang Ling shook his head slightly: "It's not that I like it, I..." He seemed to be hesitating, considering what tone to use.
"It's a feeling that can't be described."
"Is it a martial soul fusion skill?" Ye Lingling was surprised and could only think of this.
Fang Ling shook his head: "It's not the throbbing of the martial spirit, it's my personal feeling. It's a matter of great importance, and it's a bit too incredible."
"I can't say, let's wait and observe more."
Ye Lingling felt a little relieved after receiving the answer, and the ripples in the inner lake gradually calmed down.
Fang Ling caught her shallow breath, recalled her tone, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, and laughed softly: "Why are you nervous?"
Ye Lingling's body stiffened slightly involuntarily.
She slowly tilted her head, met Fang Ling's eyes, tried her best to maintain her composure on the surface, and responded calmly: "I'm not nervous."
"I don't think so." Fang Ling covered her mouth and chuckled.
"Why doesn't it look like it?"
Ye Lingling's veil lifted slightly, the emotions in her eyes fluctuated momentarily, and she stammered: "I, I'm not nervous!"
"Haha." Fang Ling laughed happily.
Trying to cover up the truth, hiding one's ears and stealing the bell, pretending to be an ostrich is nothing like it.
"Why are you laughing? Don't laugh!"
Ye Lingling became angry from embarrassment and rushed towards Fang Ling, pressing him down and trying to scratch his armpits.
The two started fighting again.
……
At the same time, Dugu Mansion.
Dugu Yan took a nap, yawned and got up from the bed, and then found his grandfather in the house.
Dugu Bo was busy confirming Fang Ling's identity at night. Of course she was sleeping soundly.
It would not be too late to find out the news the next morning.
Dugu Yan asked with concern: "Grandpa, how are you?"
Dugubo shook his head:
"He's not a fallen soul master. His soul power is very pure, not even comparable to me."
"When I went there, it was already midnight, and he was still practicing hard."
"The soul power is passively filled with a strong and determined will to fight. Just like your description, he is a very hardworking boy."
Even he was a little surprised by this thing.
"As long as he's not a fallen soul master." Dugu Yan was more willing not to believe that Fang Ling, who worked so hard, could be a fallen soul master.
Now that she heard the definite news, she felt very happy.
"Then his eyes..."
Dugu Bo stroked his beard with his hand and guessed:
"From your description, I guess he might like you?"
"It's just that I have low self-esteem for various reasons, so I am not as confident and passionate as Yu Tianheng, but I like her secretly."
"Secretly like..."
Dugu Yan murmured in a low voice, and couldn't help but think of Ye Lingling, who finally came out of the prison in his heart with the help of Fang Ling.
If you like her, what does Ye Lingling mean?
Although it has only been three months, the relationship between the two has developed rapidly, and their closeness is not like ordinary friends.
She frowned.
I have to remind this silly girl Ye Lingling.
But let’s observe it for a while first.
In order to avoid any misunderstandings and lead to embarrassing situations for several people.
Dugu Yan paced on the spot, lost in thought.
Dugu Bo did not bother his granddaughter and quietly retreated.
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