"Time to practice boxing!!"
Zhou Wu's voice rang out inside the room.
Zhang Ningyuan drew a deep breath, put on his clothes, and immediately ran over.
"Master."
The makeshift master and his makeshift disciple looked at each other.
A moment later, the boy's wails rose from the room.
The makeshift master stood motionless, letting his makeshift disciple throw every punch and kick he could muster at him.
Zhou Wu yawned indifferently.
With every punch Zhang Ningyuan threw, he felt as though his body would fall apart.
An incense stick's worth of time later, he lay curled up on the floor in agony.
It was as though he had been the one taking the beating. A shadow fell over him.
Zhang Ningyuan raised his head and watched his makeshift master walk up to him.
Zhang Ningyuan forced a miserable smile, knowing that now he really was about to get beaten.
The screams coming from the room gradually ceased to sound human.
His eldest sister-in-law frowned and asked worriedly, "Nothing's going to happen to him, is it?"
"No. I know my own brother," his eldest brother said gravely. "That's how martial training is. Without enduring the bitterest of hardships, how could anyone rise above others?"
Zhang Ningyuan lay on the floor, blood streaming from both eyes as he stared blankly at the ceiling.
He seemed to be pondering the meaning of being alive.
Pain!!
His entire body hurt, as though someone had forcibly broken every bone in his body, then laid them on a millstone to grind them to pieces bit by bit.
The pain made him want to die.
"Go back, kid."
Zhou Wu stretched his body a little, then strode away.
Zhang Ningyuan looked at his makeshift master's black eyes.
Naturally, he had not given him those black eyes. Some