Otherwise, she and the young master would still be suffering in Chengguo Mansion.

The little girl was thinking wildly, thinking that the young master would separate from the eldest lady in the future, and maybe the relationship would become very bad, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Luo Qingzhou returned to bed, his soul left his body, and started practicing Thunderbolt Fist in the room.

He took the two nights off and no longer had to go to Yuanyang Tower.

He decided to take a good rest for a few nights to recharge his batteries, and then increase his efforts to open up the secret passage at the bottom of the lake.

If there really was a legendary treasure underground, he would certainly not miss it.

His current cultivation speed is indeed very fast, but compared with those geniuses and those who are born with abundant cultivation resources, there is still a gap.

And now he not only lacks money, but also lacks the guidance of practicing martial arts and powerful warriors.

There are still many things he needs.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The spirit floated in the air in the room and began to punch the Thunder Fist heavily.

There was a sudden gloomy wind in the room.

The spirit can clearly hear the sound of punching, but the ordinary physical body cannot hear it.

He had no scruples and kept hitting faster and faster.

Practiced for an hour.

When it was almost early in the morning, he finished his work and his soul returned to his body.

After lying on the bed and thinking about his practice plan for the past few days, he closed his eyes, calmed down, and soon fell asleep.

The night outside the window is getting thicker and thicker.

A silver moon rises above the branches, filling the courtyard with moonlight, as white as frost.

Next room.

Xiaodie and Qiu'er talked for a while, then Fang packed up his things, took off his clothes and lay on the bed.

The two little girls were lying together.

"Xiaodie, I heard your cry last night, hee hee."

"Ah... I didn't scream. That's not what I screamed for."

"How does it feel?"

"Humph, I won't tell you. If you want to know, go and ask the young master yourself..."

The two little girls played around in the quilt for a while, and Fang Tiantian fell asleep.

Outside the window, it was dark and quiet.

I do not know how long it has been.

A figure suddenly and silently appeared in the courtyard.

She stood quietly under the peach blossom tree for a while, then walked under the eaves and stood by the window of the study, listening to what was going on inside.

After a long time.

The window opened suddenly, and then quickly closed again.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

In the silent night, there seemed to be only the sound of dripping.

At this time, there was an additional figure in front of the desk in the window.

She silently looked at the ink block and inkstone on the table for a while, and then looked at the rolled rice paper on the table for a while, then bent down and took off her shoes. Under the snow-white socks, there were slender and delicate feet of a girl.

With her skirt swaying, she walked silently to the back room and stood beside the bed.
Chapter completed!