Sir Ares,Goodnight!

H country, a Taekwondo Hall.

In the middle of the line is a thin woman. Although she is wearing a wide Taekwondo dress, her black belt is wearing a graceful waist, and her coarse linen clothes can not hide her dusty temperament and beautiful purity.

"Yan Zhengling, you are too arrogant. If you want to challenge all the trainers in our Taoist school at the same time, I think you will lose. " One of the trainers was very unconvinced.

Women with high horsetail, black and bright hair, wild fell to the shoulder. Contrast with her big face. Her face has jade porcelain like skin, and her facial features are like a picture. She unfolds the picture and the sun is burning.

Yan Zhengling said eagerly, "for the coming of this day, you don't know how much sweat and tears I have shed. If I win you, I will wave goodbye to h country and never come to this sad place again. "

The trainers looked at each other and said, "we know how much sweat you shed. But how many tears did you shed

Yan Zhengling said, "in order to achieve today's glory, I bid farewell to my closest relatives. The pain of leaving home is beyond your understanding. Come on

Yan Zhengling kicked out with a big long leg. The assistant trainer who hit him immediately shook him, but he praised him insincerely, "yes, his strength is much stronger than before."

Yan Zhengling's progress stems from her solid foundation. After two years of orderly recuperation, physical exercise, plus the guidance of famous teachers, and her day after day of arduous training and meditation. Her Taekwondo has made a qualitative leap.

When Yan Zhengling put the eight trainers on the ground, the curator of the Taoist Museum came out with a smile and said, "it turns out that Hanbao's talent benefits from his mother's excellent genes."

But Yan Zhengling said, "no, it's more about inheriting his father's talent."

Yan Zhengling hugged the loving curator and said, "curator, thank you for your help in the past two years. I'm going to my homeland. I'll miss you. "

The curator said with emotion, "you and Han Bao are the best students I have ever received in my life. I'm proud of you

"Well."

Coming out of the Taoist temple, Yan Zhengling looks at the blue sky with a charming and elegant smile“ Brother, I'm coming back. Wait for me. "

The imperial capital, however, is shrouded in clouds and twilight.

All of a sudden, a flash of lightning rips the sky. Bean like raindrops hit the grass, trees and bricks of tourmaline manor. The sound of rain is like a magic sound, which makes people feel very uneasy.

Zhan hanjue stands in front of the carved window in the hall of xiangdingyuan, quietly watching the rain beating banana outside the window. The voice of zhanting city and Yu Qianqian is full of helplessness.

"Court City, you go to talk to jue'er, can we not go?"

Zhan tingcheng sighed helplessly, "he has made up his mind. Let's go. Staying will only make him worried."

Zhan tingcheng helped Yu Qianqian to Zhan hanjue, "jue'er!"

Zhan hanjue turned around slowly. He was only wearing a white shirt. The suddenly changing weather made him look a little thin.

He couldn't help sneezing.

Yu Qianqian reminded him with concern, "jue'er, put on more clothes."

Seeing the coat on the sofa, Zhan tingcheng hobbled over and handed it to Zhan hanjue, "put it on, don't let your mother worry."

"I'm not cold," he said. I sneeze. Maybe someone missed me. "

This is what Zheng Ling told him a long time ago.

Zhanting City sighs weakly“ How long will you hate me? "

"I don't even have the right to hate you," he said

Yu Qianqian exclaimed in surprise, "jue'er, you know he belongs to you..."

Zhan hanjue nodded.

Yu Qianqian looks at Zhan tingcheng and Zhan hanjue with tears in her eyes.