At night, Zhang Wanlin came back from the training ground and met Zhen Gu in the flow of people returning.

Maaya regards his performance as grandstanding, but this is the case: "You should face reality early, get married and have children early, maybe the next generation might be better than herbal knights."

Zhang Wanlin looked at his sneered face, and suddenly felt that this face was so funny and so pathetic.

In fact, the reason for doing these cynicism is because of the darkness and narrowness of the heart, which is the most pitiful place that poor people can't see.

He has seen more than ever, only because of a broader mind.

Zhang Wanlin walked past him, and his pitiful attitude made Zhengu inexplicable and very angry, but he couldn't attack on the spot. It was really tortured and rushed away.

Back to the dormitory, go to see Carlo as usual.

She was lying on the bed and flipping through the books boredly. These were the simplest and most understandable books Zhang Wanlin had borrowed from the library, but she still couldn't understand and didn't recognize any of the words on it.

She had received martial arts training since she was a child, and she had never participated in this training, so she suddenly came to recognize this, how could she recognize it.

Now I regret how hard I worked when I was young.

But the pictures are still interesting.

Zhang Wanlin was sitting next to her bed, and she looked at him alertly.

"How do you feel now?"

"general."

"After you are completely healed, I will send you out."

Zhang Wanlin thought that she should be sent away before the princess's election, because at that time, the guards were tight, and it was even more difficult to want her to leave.

Carlo continued to flip through the book and ignored him.

Zhang Wanlin went out and closed the door.

Every time he came back at night, he always had the habit of reading in the main hall, no matter how tired.

The candlelight was dim, supporting the tiny light. He flipped through the book and took notes. For a while, there was only the rustle of the pen in the silence.

Witnessing the passage of time, it is the candle tears that slowly flow down.

Carlo pricked up his ears like a cat listening to the movement outside, and there was still light coming in from the gap under the door.

She was waiting for the opportunity.

The outside finally calmed down, and the light became dimmed.

Carlo walked out quietly, his agile figure resembling a wicked ghost.

She quietly came to Zhang Wanlin's back, Zhang Wanlin was already asleep, and the burning candle was flashing quickly as if to remind him of the danger.

Carlo took out the dagger concealed in his clothes, with a cold killing intent in his eyes.

She has assassinated high-ranking officials and dignitaries countless times, but this time she stopped at the moment of her action.

The fierce blade reached Zhang Wanlin's neck, and he could cut into the weak skin and cut his throat with only a slight advance.

Carlo's hand trembled with hesitation.

Training from an early age made her a cold-blooded killer, but he planted a warm and beautiful seed in her heart.

She didn't know what to do or how to do it for a while.

She finally put away the dagger, and returned to the room coldly.

The candle went out.

This time Zhang Wanlin slept well until three shots in the sun.

The birds crowed outside the window, and the light was playing among the leaves.

But there is also a bad point, I can't keep up with training.

He rinsed in a hurry, then went out in a hurry, and finally brought Carlo breakfast in a hurry.

This was so busy that he was out of breath.

When he was about to leave Carlo's room, a crisp sound suddenly rang behind him, which was especially pleasing to the ear.

"Carlo."

"what?"

He turned back hesitantly.

The woman lying on the bed wrapped in gauze looked at him with a pair of bright eyes: "My name, Carlo."

Arriving at the training ground is already late, and those trainees have been in groups for corresponding training.

Green and Elena were talking about something, and seeing Zhang Wanlin coming, Green said to him: "In the future, you will train alone and Elena will guide you."

Alina looked at him weirdly, as if looking at him again.

"Yes, mentor."

Zhang Wanlin's unspeakable happiness means that he can stay with Elena for a long time.

Little did they know that this was the beginning of a nightmare.

Elena has almost the same rigorous training method as Green, and in some ways it is almost extreme, which is worse than Green.

First of all, in physical training, not only long-distance running, but also long-distance running with weight.

Then in some martial arts skills, every subtle movement has to be repeated, even if there is a flaw, it can't be passed.

After a series of training, the final is comprehensive training, which is actual combat.

Fight one-on-one with Elena.

Zhang Wanlin didn't dare to move forward with the wooden sword. Although he was not Elena's opponent at all, he still considered what to do if Elena was injured.

Elena waited for a long time, frowned and walked over. She didn't have a weapon in her hand, and she didn't need a weapon to deal with Zhang Wanlin.

"Zhang Wanlin, this is a practice!"

Zhang Wanlin finally made up his mind and rushed over, then he was kicked back, bent over his stomach and lay on the side.

Elena said: "When you face your opponent, you can't have any hesitation!"

Even Elena didn't have any room for him, which made Zhang Wanlin a little angry.

He got up, picked up the sword, and rushed again, and within a second he lay on the ground accurately.

Elena stood in the distance, looking at him coldly: "Your anger will only expose your flaws."

Zhang Wanlin was not only very tired this day, but also very painful.

When he limped back to the dormitory, Carlo felt it necessary to wrap him with gauze dumplings.

"Who beat you so badly?"

She asked.

Zhang Wanlin shook his hand, "Don't mention it."

He sat down wearily, spread the book on the table, and turned the pages of the book with trembling fingers to the place he had seen yesterday.

Although the wound on his hand was not suitable for writing, he still picked up the pen to write.

Carlo leaned over and saw that she couldn't understand anything. What made her even more incomprehensible was why he didn't take a break?

She said to the focused Zhang Wanlin, "Hey, can this gauze be removed?"

Zhang Wanlin wrote intently, and did not hear her voice.

She frowned slightly, and slapped Zhang Wanlin's back with a smooth slap.

Zhang Wanlin was injured all over his body, and his bones felt loose after this shot.

"what are you doing?"

"I ask you, can this gauze be removed?"

Carlo moved his arms and legs again, feeling always inconvenient.

If it is ordinary herbal medicine, this naturally cannot be removed, but if it is the "miracle", it will be different.

Zhang Wanlin was also not sure.

"Probably, I'll take it apart for you later."

"Who wants you to help me!"

Carlo slammed the door into the room.

Zhang Wanlin didn't understand the sudden anger at her. After thinking for a while, he went to read a book again.

If Zhang Wanlin could see Carlo's face, he would definitely see Red Puff.