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When Wang Sancai returned to the dining room, he saw Aning still waiting at the door from afar, still looking cold and without any expression on his face.

But Wang Sancai noticed that she had been staring at her tightly, lifting her feet to show her way. Thinking of letting her wait for her for so long, Wang Sancai couldn't help feeling a little sad, so he said with apologies: "Sorry, Miss Aning."

However, just after saying this, Wang Sancai saw Fang Tong still sitting in the dining hall waiting for him, so he could only change his words and said, "Sorry, please wait for me for a few more minutes."

After saying that, Wang Sancai didn't care about Aning's answer, and hurriedly walked in. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Aning seemed to have no dissatisfaction. There was still no expression on his face, and he took back the raised foot.

"You are still here, and I thought you had already returned." Wang Sancai stopped Fang Tong who was walking towards him, took out the high-level practice technique that was solemn and gave him from the warehouse, lowered his voice and said, "This is the practice technique that Uncle Zhuang gave me. Please help me teach Shiyu and the others."

Fang Tong didn't expect that Wang Sancai would look hurried when he came back. He looked carefully at Aning who was standing at the door before whispering: "I have nothing to do, so I'm waiting for my elder brother here. What did the Liang family send people here this time?"

As he said that, he looked down at the practice technique handed over by Wang Sancai, and couldn't help but wonder: "How could Chief Zhuang give such a precious practice technique to his elder brother?"

Wang San understood his concern: "Don't worry, the Liang family dare not tell Xiaobai's affairs. This time they sent someone to disperse the power in Uncle Zhuang's hands. As for this practice technique...it's more complicated to say. Let me tell you when I look back."

Wang Sancai couldn't explain his intentions, and now there was Aning standing outside, so it was not convenient to speak.

Fang Tong understood that this was not a place to speak. When he heard that the Liang family sent someone to come, he lost interest in it, but he couldn't help asking: "Brother just said that he would let Fang Shiyu and the others practice this technique?"

"That's right, this is also what Uncle Zhuang means." Wang Sancai nodded slightly, and his heart moved: "By the way, is the martial arts you are practicing now considered to be the upper level?"

Fang Tong didn't expect Wang San to ask himself, but he replied seriously, but his voice was lowered: "Brother also knows that the existence of my family is more special. The practice of exercises is also to cooperate with alchemy. It is not explosive enough, but it is relatively long-lasting. If calculated, it should be of the middle level."

"Uncle Zhuang said that this practice is of the middle and upper level. You can change this practice, which should make your practice faster." Wang Sancai was anxious to say what he said: "And, I just discussed with Uncle Zhuang that the practice of the character "Dangling" we sent was not created temporarily. In other words, the practice of the character "Dangling" really originated from you... family, so it is very likely that the traitor in your family is hiding nearby, and your current identity has become particularly sensitive. If that person recognizes you or your practice method, you will be in danger. You also have to teach Shiyu and the others. You can change this practice, at least you will have a deeper impression when you teach them."

After saying that, Wang San took a breath and stopped Fang Tong who was about to speak: "Okay, what do you have to say to me when you look back, I'll go to the girl's side first."

After leaving this sentence, Wang Sancai immediately turned around and walked towards Aning who was standing by the door. Fang Tong could only stand there in a daze with the cultivation secret in his hand, unable to say a word.

Aning noticed that Wang Sancai walked out of the dining hall and raised his feet without saying a word. Wang Sancai followed up and said, "Sorry, Miss Aning has been waiting for a long time."

Aning didn't say anything.

Wang Sancai didn't expect that she was so cold-hearted. He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only say nothing, "How far is Miss Zhuang's boudoir from here?"

Aning still had no intention of opening her mouth. She took a few more steps and felt that it was not appropriate not to open her mouth, so she casually said, "It will be half a quarter of an hour."

Her voice was as cold as hers, but what was somewhat beyond Wang Sancai's expectations was that Aning's voice was actually very crisp and beautiful. If it weren't for the obvious distance in his tone, Wang Sancai would really want her to speak a few words.

However, even so, Wang Sancai still wanted to joke and adjust the dull atmosphere: "I thought Miss Aning didn't want to pay attention to me."

But who knew that Aning did not react too much, but said coldly while rushing to the road: "I'm not a lady."

"Okay, Miss Aning..." Wang Sancai began to feel a little bored, and he also doubted whether it was a clear decision to talk to her on his own initiative.

But what he didn't expect was that Aning immediately interrupted coldly: "I'm not a girl either, my name is Aning."

The word "girl" is more sensitive in Wang Sancai because in his mind, girls can represent virgins. For example, in some occasions, it can be said that a girl is still a girl, so as to remind some people not to joke too much, and the other party can usually understand it.

But Wang Sancai understood that Aning was definitely not referring to this. She was emphasizing that she should not treat her like a woman.

To be honest, after hearing this, Wang Sancai couldn't help but look at Aning a few more times. He found that except for an cold face and the disfigured cheek covered by long bangs, Aning looked no different from other women.

Even Wang Sancai noticed that Aning's waist was extremely thin, which could be called a slim hand. Even the loose maid's clothes could not hide her beautiful figure. Although her breasts looked a little smaller, Wang Sancai felt that this might be related to her "killer" profession. For example, after a long period of time, if the breasts are squeezed more, it would be reasonable to be smaller.

The key is that her female characteristics are obvious from top to bottom, and coupled with the unique body fragrance from her, it is impossible for Wang Sancai not to treat her as a woman.

Wang Sancai didn't know why Aning emphasized so much, but when he put his hot face on his cold butt, Wang Sancai also closed his mouth tactfully and simply stopped talking to her.

After being silent all the way, Aning took Wang Sancai to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Of course, the mountain is a rockery, and the water has also dug an artificial lake, but it is the dull building before these two scenery parted, which seems to make Wang Sancai feel a relaxed breath of life.

Not far ahead is a large yard, with maids busy pruning plants or shuttleing through the yard. At the end of the yard is Zhuang Biyun's boudoir.

At this moment, two maids waiting for their appointments stood in front of the boudoir, and a man dressed as a soldier guard. When the man saw Aning and Wang Sancai arrived, he immediately took the initiative to greet him.

Wang Sancai could still hear Zhuang Biyun's crisp voice coming from the room: "Ah, it's not good, don't combed my hair like this, be taller, be taller..." (To be continued. Please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!)
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