It was not until I entered the Qingyun Sect to take the secret technique tutor class that I realized that the person named "Old Man Xin" could give me a place to enter the Qingyun Sect, which was the secret technique Xin Wuying.

It was also in that class that I had a closer contact with Senior Brother Ling Feng for the first time, and he almost took off the mask that I didn’t allow anyone to take off privately.

Before this, because in the morning, he pretended not to know the rules of Qingyun Sect, he secretly bumped into Huang Shengyu's fog cocoon to peek at Huang Shengyu for a bath. In addition, instructor Xiao Ding mentioned to us many times that a genius boy would come to our team in the third day, so I still know him.

In the morning, my impression of him was that he was a pervert who wanted to covet the beauty of a girl with some skills. If he was not lustful, how could he get into Huang Shengyu's pavilion and watch Huang Shengyu take a bath?

And this impression has lasted for a long time, which made me not have a very good first impression of him.

But there is one place where I was more able to walk with him, that is, his left foot was a little lame at that time. I don’t understand how a lame man could go to Qingyun Sect. But I think that he has such a body, and probably like me. When he was a child, he was discriminated against by many people intentionally or unintentionally.

What he envied me was that under the discrimination of others, I naturally developed a more extreme, cold and snow-like personality. But I couldn't see any coldness or extremeness in him.

Although he has a little lame feet and has suffered a lot of family trauma at a young age, he has always maintained a passion for life, which is what I envy the most.

I can still remember the first physical contact with me.

That day, under the guidance of the dark mentor Xin Wuying, we learned the ten levels of dark art. Dark art and self-defense art complement each other. The level of dark art can be determined by invisibility, among which:

The first stage is the disappearance of a finger;

The second level is the disappearance of one palm;

The third level is the disappearance of half of the arm;

The fourth level is the disappearance of the entire arm;

The fifth level is the disappearance of both hands;

The sixth level is the disappearance of the head;

The seventh level is the disappearance of the upper body;

The eighth level is the disappearance of the whole person;

According to Xin Wuying, the world of Dongkun has never appeared in the ninth and tenth levels of the dark arts.

Listening to Xin Wuying's class, others may find it incredible, but I think that the various levels of dark art seem to suit me very well. I may be able to become the kind of existence where the whole person disappears, because my childhood dreams and the desires of more than ten years all hope to completely disappear. From now on, no one in the world can see me and cannot hurt me?

So when I listened to what Xin Wuying said, I naturally raised my left hand and looked at my five fingers. Then I visualized it briefly and my left ring finger disappeared.

This is my second finger that disappeared. Not long ago, I disappeared my little finger. This time I disappeared my ring finger because I wanted to go through all the processes from first to eighth level faster, and disappear myself between the world faster.

Just as I was shocked that I could actually disappear my ring finger, Senior Brother Ling Feng's entire body suddenly flew out uncontrollably, like a crazy eagle, grabbing my mask!

I was so scared! I had already seen his obscene name in the morning. A boy who had been in the mist cocoon and had not yet become familiar with everyone. He began to rashly drill into the cocoon of mist to watch girls take a bath. What is this a big devil?

I was frightened and naturally took out the dagger hidden in my sleeve. The dagger was something I had picked up during my wandering for seven or eight years, and it was a weapon to protect my fragile body. I would not let anyone take off my mask without my consent. My dagger was very firm.

I found that although he had been out of three days, he didn't seem to have much ability. After a "time!", my dagger suddenly pierced on the back of his hand, cutting the back of his hand, and a thread of blood immediately flowed out of the back of his hand.

I don't know if the skin-related couple who we had met for the first time. At that time, I seemed very annoyed by his great erotic demon, but now when I recalled the scene when we first met, I regretted cutting him with a dagger and scratching the man I loved most in my life.

I stood in confrontation with him, and I protected my chest with a dagger because I found that his eyes seemed to fall on my chest. Maybe that was my illusion, because in my subconscious, he was already a lewd demon. His eyes looked at me and naturally made me contact my chest.

I thought he would immediately withdraw after being scratched by me with a dagger, and was frightened by me, but I really didn't expect that he not only did not retreat, but also continued to ask at me with a strange voice and a smile: "What's your name?"

Recalling all the morning, thinking of his actions when he was about to take off my mask when he first met, and then thinking of his brothers and sisters calling him a pervert along the way, I naturally regarded his question as inappropriate.

So I didn't think about it and kicked him in the crotch without thinking.

That was my instinctive kick, and the kick position was naturally very tricky and accurate, so some people may think that I didn’t have skin contact with Senior Brother Ling Feng until later in the Beast Cave. It was not accurate. In fact, as early as the first day we met, I scratched him and kicked that kick.

Regarding the feeling of that foot... Because I actually don't need to hide or be shy about the things that happened in the fence yard later. His... He used to be... he was very young at that time, like a real granulation, not as thick, brave and hard as copper as he is now...

But looking back now, isn’t that cute and interesting in such a state? It’s much more reassuring than the vulgar and horrifying look now.

I just kicked him up, kicked him backwards and fell to the ground.

Qin Qiaoer suddenly made a voice of hatred on the side: "Damn pervert, he actually did such a disgusting thing again in broad daylight. He kicked well. Junior Sister Xueqing, I support you!"

He was kicked speechless by me, and opened his mouth and only said the word "I..."
Chapter completed!