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Xiao Ling's training will get stronger each day. She has to get used to it.
In the rest of the morning, Xiao Ling only practiced one movement, and it almost crippled her right arm was.
In Xiao Ling's eyes, Lu Yang leveled up to the realm of the great demon monarch.
However, she was also the kind of person who refused to admit defeat, and she actually fought with Lu Yang's training.
Every morning, without waiting to give Lu Yang a greeting, Xiao Ling would come to the martial arts practice ground to set up the horse stance. She has to persevere. His perverted training ignited her fighting spirit.
Although she would still be carried back to her room by Lu Yang's arms, she never protested. She accepted the free ride.
