——Some people move forward with a heavy load in front, but they are now living more and more in the back.
Some things don’t need to be said on the bright side, and the silent changes are in the eyes of everyone.
The night tour made them grow up, and the children who participated in the funeral worked harder to be sensible.
Qiao Huai, who was the most stubborn in the Yeyou School, and the children no longer ran around and skipped class.
Zuo Si’s death made them understand how many safety risks they and others had in running to Lingzhou regardless of the discipline of others, and how much work they had brought to the seniors of the night tour.
However, the seniors of the night tour have always laughed and cursed verbally, and did not really blame them.
Originally, they were the best in the Yeyou School. Even if they ran around stubbornly, they didn’t really leave their studies. They were always among the best in their grades. This is one of the reasons why the teacher turned a blind eye to their behavior. Turn a blind eye.
Now a group of people are determined to study well, and the efficiency under mutual supervision is great. Even the teachers are surprised and gratified, and they have approved their initiative to apply for extracurricular experience.
There are two extracurricular experiences in this class.
The first is to go to the low-level secret land divided by the back mountains of Yongmengxiang.
The second is to go to the special training of foreign disciples in the Cuixiagu Branch.
The former is limited by rules, so don’t worry about them straying into a higher-level area.
In the latter, after Xing Chi’s First World War, no one in Fan Changtian dared to come to provoke, and it was the first base of the night tour envoys to settle in the branch. At present, the night tour envoys are all active here, and the safety factor is quite high.
Qiao Huai and a group of children often choose to run when Mi Feixue presides over the training.
The training that made Cuixiagu’s disciples unbearable, they all rushed to it.
On the training ground.
The disciple Cuixiagu, who gave birth to wings, was floating in the air.
On the ground are a group of young boys and girls who are as young as a few years old, and the oldest is only in their teens.
Together, they avoided Mi Feixue’s shooting and the sneak attacks of the monsters.
“Your Highness, don’t patronize the ones above, shoot at us!”
“Boss, you have changed your mind, we are not your favorite friends anymore.”
The disciples of Mid-air Cuixiagu were in a complicated mood.
The catastrophe a few days ago made them have a clearer understanding of the heritage of Yongmengxiang and understand how important Mi Feixue’s identity is.
It is indeed an honor for such a person to train them in person.