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Chapter 50 Are You Touching Me?

Nottingham gate.

"Brother Feng, Xiao Wu will also go back with me."

After more than half a year, both Tang San and Xiao Wu had grown a lot taller, Tang San seemed to be stronger, presumably it was made by blacksmithing every day.There is a bit of determination on the face.

Next to Tang San, Xiao Wu looked around, as if she was a little curious about where the Holy Soul Village that Xiao San talked about would be?

"Okay."

Wang Feng nodded, and glanced at Xiao Wu, although he was still wearing the school uniform of Notting College, but like Tang San, he had also grown a little taller.

However, the two of them were still a head shorter than themselves.

"Hey, Xiao Chenyu has already gone to the Intermediate Academy. I don't know how boring it will be in the next few years."

Xiao Wu pursed her lips and said, "Fortunately, I still have Xiao San to play with me. Brother Feng is too powerful, I can't beat him, so I don't want to feel uncomfortable."

The three of them set off along the road towards the Holy Soul Village, chatting along the way.

There were not many people in the Junior Academy, and after Xiao Chenyu left, there was basically no one who could compete with Xiao Wu.

Only Tang San, Changchang accompanied her to practice.Wang Feng usually has very few, because he needs to greatly reduce his own strength to practice against two people.

And most of the time, Wang Feng was either soaking in the Soul Beast Forest, or studying meditation methods.

"Brother Feng, your soul power hasn't declined, has it?"

Tang San suddenly asked, "In the past year, you have also fought against us several times, I feel that your strength has not declined, I don't know if your spirit power has declined..."

Tang San was obviously still thinking about Wang Feng's Millennium Soul Ring, although at that time, Brother Feng had said that it would not have any influence.

But this year, Tang San rarely saw Brother Feng use his martial spirit, even if he occasionally competed with them, he could fight them back and forth purely relying on his physical fitness.

"Yes, Xiaosan also told me about his teacher's analysis. Brother Feng, Xiaosan and I have greatly improved our soul power~"

Xiao Wu also found out about the Millennium Soul Ring later.But among the students, only the two of them knew.

Xiao Chenyu knew that Wang Feng possessed a thousand-year soul ring, but the master's analysis was obviously not something he could analyze.

Xiao Wu giggled and lifted her chin: "We haven't fought for several months. Xiao San should be at level sixteen, but I'm almost at level seventeen!"

"My soul power hasn't declined..." Wang Feng shook his head.

Hearing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as there is no decline, that is to say, the side effects of the thousand year spirit ring may not be as serious as the master imagined for Brother Feng.

"Hee hee, then we have surpassed Brother Feng, you should still be at level [-]."

Xiao Wu waved her fist, "Xiao San and I will definitely defeat you next time."

When Wang Feng heard this, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

In the past six months, I have been immersed in combat training and various researches, and have not paid attention to the improvement of the soul power of the two.Although I lamented that because of the compressed soul power, the speed of cultivation and improvement was extremely slow.

But it seems that... even if it is slow... it is much faster than most people's cultivation speed?

"I'm looking forward to it very much." Wang Feng said with a smile.

Speaking of this, Wang Feng couldn't help but glance at Tang San.

I vaguely remember that in the year in the original book, Xiao San's father left, and he and Xiao Wu also had a formal relationship—brother and sister.

"It's time to go back and see Grandpa Jack."

Wang Feng looked at the small village curling up in smoke in the distance, his eyes suddenly became a little misty.

Holy Spirit Village.

"Hey, Xiaosan, your village seems to be quite nice..."

In the afternoon, the three of them finally reached the gate of Holy Soul Village.

One year didn't seem to bring much change to this small village. The water in the small fountain on the central stone pillar at the entrance of the village is still clear.

Occasionally, a few villagers are returning from work, carrying various kitchen utensils from the door.

From time to time, a few mischievous children were followed, chattering and chattering.

"What is the stone pillar in the middle? There are two handprints on it?"

Xiao Wu bounced and walked over, looking and asking questions.

"It's Brother Feng's masterpiece... A few years ago, our Holy Soul Village was still very barren. It's not like it is now... There are clean rocky roads and beautiful fountain gardens..."

Tang San walked over and explained with a smile.

At this time, several voices suddenly sounded in the distance:

"Xiao San, Xiao Feng, why are you back?"

An old and familiar figure came from a distance, it was Old Jack.

After not seeing each other for a year, Wang Feng found that the wrinkles on Grandpa Jack's face were a little more, and time makes people grow old.

"It's winter vacation, come back early."

Wang Feng walked over and supported Old Jack.

"You children, really. Such a long way!"

Old Jack glared at Wang Feng, "However, it's good to be back."

As he said that, Old Jack suddenly looked at Xiao San, opened his mouth, hesitated for a while and said, "Little San, your father..."

"Grandpa Jack, I'll go back and see my father right now."

Tang San said something a little excitedly, then took Xiao Wu and walked towards the blacksmith shop.

Xiao Wu originally wanted to read the story on the stone pillar, but hearing Tang San's rare excitement, she followed it directly.

"...Uncle Hao should leave, right?"

Wang Feng said suddenly.

"Well, it's gone...how do you know?"

Old Jack nodded, subconsciously replied: "Well, he's gone...Xiao Feng, how do you know?"

Wang Feng didn't answer, just helped Grandpa Jack to the blacksmith's shop, and was looking at Tang San in a daze.

"Tang Hao is really irresponsible..."

Old Jack said angrily, "After handing the letter to me, he left directly, ignoring Tang San's feelings...I'll go and hand the letter to Tang San."

With that said, he walked in and handed the letter to Tang San.

Wang Feng thought, Uncle Hao must have come to see Xiaosan, right?

However, with Uncle Hao's temperament, it is unlikely that he would look at Xiaosan directly in person. He probably watched secretly from a certain corner.

Thinking about it, Wang Feng walked in, looked at the disappointed Tang San, and said:

"Little San, in fact, Uncle Hao should have come to Notting City to see you."

Hearing this, Tang San was stunned.

"Really, I also saw it occasionally. He came several times and looked at you secretly. Sometimes, it was when you were working, and sometimes it was when you were in class..."

Wang Feng said with a smile, "So, you don't have to be sad, Uncle Hao is very concerned, but maybe for some reason, he doesn't want to see you."

Hearing this, Tang San's eyes were slightly sore.

"I see, thank you, Brother Feng."

Wang Feng waved his hand and said:

"Then I'll go back first, you and Xiao Wu should clean up your own home first."

Saying that, Wang Feng helped Old Jack and went out.

Wang Feng walked along the village, most of the people brought some small gifts, after doing these things.Wang Feng came to the long-lost familiar grove.

Although it has only been more than a year, Wang Feng seems to have an illusion like a dream.

In this grove, there are too many tears he left at that time.

Caressing the familiar big trees and the traces of various traps left on them, stepping on the creaking branches and weeds under your feet.

Wang Feng cut off a piece of blue silver grass, held it in his mouth, chewed it slightly, and sighed:

What a place where dreams begin.

After a while, Wang Feng stopped suddenly, his eyes fell on the front...

chirp...

The rough and familiar chirping sound gave Wang Feng the illusion of time travel.

On the ground in the distance, there was a little blue bird lying down impressively. It was twitching at this moment, with blood still dripping all over its body.

It is said to be small, but it is actually very big, at least half the size of Wang Feng.

but…

Wait, why am I so familiar with this scene?

Wang Feng looked at the little blue bird and was taken aback:

"Fuck, you can't... it's the little bird I rescued more than a year ago, right? Why do you look seriously injured again? Are you going to touch me?"

　How come no one voted today? (black question mark face)

　　

　

(End of this chapter)