From the Education Department to the martial arts Association, Fang ping did not fly or take a bus.
He and old man Li walked on the street, watching the people come and go.
Fang ping sighed softly."Other people go shopping with girls. I'm shopping with an old man ... Sigh!"
Old man Li looked at him. Just like that, he kept looking.
This brat was speaking ill of him now without hiding anything. He was very arrogant!
Fang ping did not care about the look in his eyes. He looked around and suddenly chuckled."Instructor, do you prefer the environment in the catacombs or the environment you have right now?"
"There's no one who doesn't desire peace. "
Old man Li said softly,"it's the same even for martial artists!" Do you like a world where you can't even live in peace, an environment where you can be killed while you're sleeping?
A suitable amount of hot-bloodedness, death, and chaos could all be tolerated.