Wen Ningyu?
Upon hearing the name Wen Ningyu, Wen Tianyu's face immediately darkened, "I don't need him to teach me."
Little Mu Xiao looked at the stubborn Wen Ningyu, unhappily snorting, "This won't do, that won't do, whatever. If it weren't for Jiaren's sake, I wouldn't bother teaching you, hmph!"
Saying so, he stomped off angrily.
Wen Tianyu, "..."
Such a little temper yet so foul!
After Mu Xiao left, Wen Tianyu reflected on himself, but he couldn't bring himself to ask a little brat for help.
Time flew by quickly, and soon it was the eve of the Qiankun Realm opening.
These past few days, Wen Ningyu had been treating his legs, while Wen Tianyu intentionally avoided him, spending every day on the lawn practicing marksmanship. However, his wrist was weak, and he didn't understand the technique, so he kept missing the target.
