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Chapter 1152 The Final Arrangement Work ([-])

The king didn't wipe the blood from his mouth on the cushion after he was beaten last time, and he doesn't know how to clean it. Anyway, as long as he grabs the swing chair, only his paw prints will be left on the cushion, which is dirty. They are all on the edges, they won’t stain the middle of the cushion like the first time, Da Huahua won’t even step on the edge of the cushion, the posture of jumping on the swing chair is as light as a kitten, Qi Ke just opened his eyes. Close your eyes and ask the deputy housekeeper to change and wash the cushions and cushion covers every three days.

Zhudian Chang spent the whole morning running to warm up and practice martial arts. Since last year, Zhaolin has been nagging about mountain running. This time Qi Ke finally tried it. She was also clever and did not go to the deep mountains and old forests where there are no vegetation and no animal paths. Instead, run to the orchard on the mountain, where there is a smooth mountain path that is convenient for the orchard machine to enter and exit. There will be ups and downs along the terrain, but there are no stone pits, bushes and branches that trip people, which is very suitable for a novice mountain runner like her.

Going up the mountain is easy and going down the mountain is difficult. Qi Ke felt that her knees and ankles were so weak that they were like a puddle of mud. She was really exhausted. Using the power of the Lord of the Spiritual Realm, she teleported down from the fruit forest, and was set up by the assistant who supervised her to practice martial arts. Take a walk, slow down your shortness of breath, and after recovering some physical strength, start to practice martial arts with this weak body. If a movement is crooked, you will practice for 5 minutes, 5 minutes and 5 minutes, until Qi Ke is sweating profusely, and he is more and more in control Without muscles, her movements became more deformed, and she was even more embarrassed than when she practiced martial arts on the first day.

The assistants were stern and unselfish, they were not soft-handed and did not explain. They silently corrected Qi Ke's deformed movements over and over again. Qi Ke didn't need them to explain. She herself knew the purpose of practicing in this exhausted state. Carved into the bone and turned into an instinctive conditioned reflex, it is possible to win when encountering an enemy in the future.

After the long morning finally passed, Qi Ke was lying on the ground with no strength left to move. In the end, he was carried back to the villa by the two assistants. He slept on the sofa without eating lunch. After waking up hungry, she asked the kitchen to heat up a bowl of beef curry rice. Before the meal was served, she received a message from the assistant housekeeper that it was raining on the island.

In the aroma of curry rice, Qi Ke took a look at the rain on the island outside through Qianhejing. The wind was about the same as in the morning, and the rain was only light rain, so he didn't care anymore. Wipe your mouth and take another look at the rain outside.

But at this glance, Qi Ke got up suddenly.

Before the meal, it was only raining lightly on the island, but now it has turned into heavy rain, but judging from the swaying range of the plants, the wind seems to have not changed much.

Qi Ke clutched his stuffed stomach and went to the door to put on a raincoat and overshoes, tightened the ropes around his waist and hood, made sure that he was covered tightly except for his hands and face, and stepped out of the Thousand Lotus Realm.

The slaves all stayed under their respective huts. The huts were on a high terrain, and the half-wall surrounded by straw mats could shelter some wind and rain. There were drainage ditches all around. For the time being, it was not clear that the slaves were in danger of being flooded. Feel free to find Zhaolin.

Zhao Lin and a group of assistants stayed in the big room in the office area next door. Qi Ke walked over from the slave side, and before he reached the door, Zhao Lin came out to pick him up with an umbrella.

"How do you feel?" Zhao Lin said with a gentle smile.

"It's not bad." Qi Ke wiped the rain on his face, "It feels like heavy rain in the city, and the wind is not too strong. It's scary to see the branches shaking, but the wind should not reach level six, right? Level six wind It’s hard to walk with an umbrella.”

(End of this chapter)