The bloodthirsty prince and the cold concubine

Chapter 810 Training the Seven Little Guys 14
Lan Zihan chuckled, spread her hands helplessly, and she didn't know if she had inherited her or Leng Yichen's frivolous character.

Feng Mou looked at the figures of the seven figures that were gradually slowing down, and whistled: "Baby, hurry up, if you slow down, I will let the tiger chase you."

The three tigers in the garden are very free, and she doesn't mind taking them here for exercise.

Hearing these words, the seven people who were running all trembled in unison, speeding up and running forward.
Being chased by three tigers?
Nonsense, they don't want it.

Although the three tigers looked very docile, they were not tigers raised by them, and they were not familiar with them. As long as Lan Zihan gave an order, the three tigers would really catch up.

Although that speed will be very fast, but it will also be frightening, and the pressure will be huge.

So, they decided to run faster.

Lan Zihan looked at the accelerated pace of the seven figures, and the corners of her lips slowly curled into an evil curve, and she said to herself: "What are you doing running so fast, the three tigers behind will still appear." It's just not in order.

Nangong Xueling, who was beside her, couldn't help laughing when she heard what she was talking to herself, and mourned for the seven people.

It is their misfortune to meet such a devil instructor.

Of course, she doesn't mean the things taught.

Time passed by minute by minute, the sun was shining brightly, and the golden light sprinkled in the bamboo forest, adding a touch of active atmosphere inside.

The weather felt slightly scorching hot, but the few people who were enjoying the coolness under the master didn't feel it.

Only the cheeks and foreheads of the seven little guys who were still running hard were constantly sweating, dripping on the ground and disappearing immediately.

The skirt of the chest was already wet with sweat, and the speed was no longer as fast as before, but slowed down a bit.

The wind passed without a trace, and a faint breeze blew, bringing the green leaves on the forest to flutter down, slowly falling towards the ground.

It also brought a cool feeling to the seven little guys who were running, and made them slightly more comfortable.

Lan Zihan leaned against a bamboo, looked at the seven people who passed in front of her again, and said with an evil smile: "There are still four laps, babies, don't tell me that you can't hold on anymore, each of you I have calculated your physique, and ten laps is within your capacity to bear milk."

She will not blindly set a goal for them and let them accomplish it, that is impossible.

The initial training should be done according to the maximum load that a person can bear, not to mention that there are only seven four- and five-year-old children in front of me.

The seven little guys had no strength to talk, and ran forward silently, their chests were already speeding up, their breathing was no longer smooth, they were a little tired from running, and their legs and feet were a little sore.

"Baby, whoever stops will add a lap, weigh it yourself." Lan Zihan's nice voice came from behind again.

But to the ears of the seven people, it was like a urging talisman, urging the melody.

Nangong Xueling watched the show from the side, turned to look at Lan Zihan and said with a smile, "You are ruthless."

Give you a candy, but then slap you again, no one will do this kind of disadvantage.

If you stop, you have to add a circle, which is something a fool would do. Obviously, the seven little guys are not fools.

(End of this chapter)