Miss Eight Series Summoner

Although Feng Xi didn't quite understand the status of this attic after the upgrade.

However, after discovering this faint connection, Feng Xi mobilized and proceeded at the same time every time he practiced.

At night, she was the busiest and mysterious. Even Pharaoh didn't know what she was doing. Anyway, after almost night, she could not be seen in the house, until it was almost early morning, she would appear hostile. On the roof.

Day after day like this, the special training is getting more and more intense.

As for the Jin Kaye, who had been blowing in the wind since the kiss, he consciously began to settle down.

However, he seems to have a hobby, that is, he has a special preference in her room, her chuang.

Although Fengxi didn't go back to the room to sleep much, she still had to go back to her room and change clothes after she was sweating.

But every time I went back to the room, I saw that Jin Jiaye, who was lying on her chuang and rubbing her quilt, couldn't get out even if she was still dead. Feng Xi was an old fire rising.

There were roars, pattering taps, and poor whimpers almost every day.

But, just like this, it seems that the boring special training brought a little bit of angry flavoring, and it almost made Feng Xi get used to it. On her chuang, there was the existence of that dead boy with a face.

Unconsciously, a month passed.

Under that devilish day and night special training, Feng Xi actually broke through the middle of the third level.

Compared to her who is countless times more difficult than others, she has made rapid progress, but Feng Xi still feels dissatisfied.

One month, from the second peak to the middle of the third level, it was still too slow and still too weak.

Because, there are still three and a half months before Kyoto Academy enrolls students.

At this speed, it is impossible to reach the level of Jinyang before entering Kyoto Academy.

The shame of retiring can only be washed away with your own hands.

waste!

Humph! One day, she will let everyone in the Eastern Continent understand that a counterattack by waste is definitely more terrifying than an attack by a genius.

After finishing the morning practice, he jumped down from the roof cleanly, then turned and walked outside the courtyard.

However, this time it was not Xiaolinzi outside the courtyard, but towards the main house where Feng Heng was.

In fact, after that day, Feng Heng asked her to move out of the dilapidated little yard and live in the main house.

On the contrary, Feng Xi felt that compared to those gorgeous courtyards, she liked this small courtyard more. After refusing, she asked him not to disturb.

In this month, Feng Heng has only been there once or twice, and according to Feng Heng's serious temperament, these two grandparents really haven't talked much about it.

When Feng Xi found it, Feng Heng seemed to be dealing with something, but when he saw her coming, he quickly made people retreat.

"Xier, come in!"

Feng Heng looked at Feng Xi who was standing outside the door, and on his always serious face, he jerked unnaturally, trying to smile lovingly at her, but in the end, the expression on his face was still too stiff to get used to.

Feng Xi looked at Feng Heng, who tried hard to pull the corner of his mouth, but was still stiff, and felt a little soft.

However, after entering the study, Feng Xi didn't mean anything, directly explaining the reason.

"Grandpa, I came to tell you that I'm going out to practice!"

Yes, within one month of the special training, she already had a plan, but the only thing that made her worry about it was her grandfather.

Because, she has not forgotten that there are still others in this Feng family who are waiting for the opportunity to fight back like wolves...