"Sister...are you still practicing?"

I knocked on the door, even though I knew the result would probably be the same.

But Huo Wushuang still couldn't help but asked.

"Well, brother, what's the matter?"

In the room, my sister's voice came.

Huo Wushuang thought about it for a while and finally said:

"Would you like to take a break? There may be new products on the street recently, why don't we go out and take a look."

no way.

Huo Wushuang didn't want to either.

But this is a task from mother.

Ever since Huo Wu came back, he had been practicing like a man possessed.

Day and night.

He didn't even give himself a moment to rest.

It's exactly that desperate attitude.

This made the parents extremely anxious.

But it's of no use.

Some or not.

Let Huo Wushuang, the elder brother, think of more solutions.

otherwise.

How could Huo Wushuang come to ask at this time?

He generally understood it.

I guess I lost the game.

That would make Huo Wu look like this.

But the problem is.

He didn't even know how to enlighten Huo Wu.

How about it.

Only then can Huo Wu return to her original training rhythm.

No way to start.

He Huo Wushuang was also helpless.

This is no show.

I really don't know what to do.

"No..."

Sure enough, Huo Wu's identical answer came out:

"Brother, you can go alone. I still want to practice, so I won't say more to you."

Knowing that he might be scolded by Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang still asked again:

"Really? Are you really not going? I heard that the store you often go to has a lot of new styles of war skirts."

The design concept combines beauty and convenience for combat.

A battle skirt specially designed for female soul masters.

There is an extremely broad market.

In addition, soul masters are actually not very short of money.

At least when it comes to food, clothing, housing and transportation.

It's not a big problem at all.

Especially the disposable wealth in the hands of female soul masters is incomparable to that of ordinary women.

Then the war skirt exists for female soul masters.

Natural updates and iterations are very fast.

Various styles are also emerging in endlessly.

On weekdays.

Huo Wu also likes war skirts very much.

There are many war dresses in her wardrobe.

Come up with this statement.

It can be regarded as Huo Wushuang showing his trump card.

and.

There was no sound from the room for a long time.

This made Huo Wushuang feel.

There's a show.

It looks like.

Fire Dance may come out.

"There are a lot of non-war skirts, so I don't plan to buy any more for now. Brother, do you have anything else to do?"

It's just a pity.

When Huo Wu said these words, Huo Wushuang's expectations were dashed.

"All right..."

Huo Wushuang sighed. After all, it was a pity that he had lost control. He shook his head and said;

"It's okay."

"Um..."

"I'm leaving."

"good."

Sighed.

After staring at Huo Wu's door for a while, Huo Wushuang turned and left.

He scratched his head.

I smiled bitterly and thought about how to explain it to my mother.

He really didn't know how to enlighten his sister.

after all.

He's really not very good at this.

The difficulty is still quite high.

Not long after Huo Wushuang left.

A girl wearing a Blazing Academy uniform came over.

Knocked on Huo Wu's door.

Fire Dance's room opened.

The girl put a letter into Huo Wu's hand with anxious eyes, said something and then left.

With a puzzled look.

Huo Wu looked at the envelope in his hand.

There was no hesitation.

She pretended to have opened the envelope.

Scan the contents of the letter at a glance.

Huo Wu frowned.

There was unconcealable anger in his eyes, a hint of shame and anger, and a bit of anxiety and rage.

at last.

The letter paper turned into ashes in Huo Wu's hands.
To be continued...