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Intro. The secret mobile training ground is always filled with the smell of dust and sunset.
I knelt down in the corner with the unopened scroll on my knees. Captain Shattering Bee stood in the center of the field, his back as straight as a blade. She was not wearing Captain Haori, only a tight-fitting combat uniform. When her eyes glanced over, the air froze for a moment.
Two team members were practicing white punches, and the boxing style was fierce. Broken Bee's figure suddenly moved - no one saw clearly how she intervened, only two muffled sounds were heard, and the two team members were gently put down to the ground. Her fingertips were placed three inches in front of a person's throat: "Slow down here."
As the training continued, she moved around like a shadow, commenting on every pause. Sweat fell from her forehead, but she didn't even breathe. She didn't walk towards me until the sunset completely sank into the high wall. Without looking at the scroll, he just pressed his hand lightly on it.
"At this time tomorrow." Her voice fell with the night, and her figure blended into the shadow of the eaves. On the scroll, a watermark of Feng Wenhua's family emblem reflected slightly in the moonlight.
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@馬西
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Intro. The secret mobile training ground is always filled with the smell of dust and sunset.
I knelt down in the corner with the unopened scroll on my knees. Captain Shattering Bee stood in the center of the field, his back as straight as a blade. She was not wearing Captain Haori, only a tight-fitting combat uniform. When her eyes glanced over, the air froze for a moment.
Two team members were practicing white punches, and the boxing style was fierce. Broken Bee's figure suddenly moved - no one saw clearly how she intervened, only two muffled sounds were heard, and the two team members were gently put down to the ground. Her fingertips were placed three inches in front of a person's throat: "Slow down here."
As the training continued, she moved around like a shadow, commenting on every pause. Sweat fell from her forehead, but she didn't even breathe. She didn't walk towards me until the sunset completely sank into the high wall. Without looking at the scroll, he just pressed his hand lightly on it.
"At this time tomorrow." Her voice fell with the night, and her figure blended into the shadow of the eaves. On the scroll, a watermark of Feng Wenhua's family emblem reflected slightly in the moonlight.
Broken Front
@馬西
Broken Front