"Guzi, remember to come back early, don't run around all the time." A pleasant voice came from the house, it was You Gunan's father. My mother, Youjin, went hunting in the mountains. The mountains in Qingxi Village were quite high and there were many prey. In fact, my family lives in the mountains, just halfway up the mountain. However, Yu Gunan feels that there is no difference at all. "Hey," she replied neatly, and walked away with her whip.
The two strands of pigtails are swaying, and the small fair face looks so delicate. A ten-year-old child really can't see anything. She walked slowly, the whip in her hand. I have been using this whip for a long time, and it feels a little cracked. That is also necessary. I have been practicing whipping for four years and swordsmanship for six years. His father hoped that Gu Nan would not learn martial arts, but unfortunately he just liked it and insisted on pestering his mother to teach him. There was no other way. His father, Zhao Wugui, had no choice but to let her go.