"Well done, Mu Bai!" Zhao Kunsan jumped out from a corner and said excitedly.
"It's so scary. I feel like I will never trust anyone in my life."
Mo Fan took a long breath and glanced at the green tea... Oh, Mu Bai.
This time, it was all thanks to this second-generation demon. Without his extravagant demon-slaying equipment, I don’t know how many people would have died before he could kill this Instructor Baiyang.
"Is everyone else okay?" Xue Musheng asked.
The students who had been hiding around gathered around one after another. Only Zhang Xiaohou was still standing beside the fence in despair.
The battle was over, and He Yu's blood had dried up. Looking at the pool of blood as bright red as a carpet, the sadness and solemnity enveloped everyone once again.
"Monkey, let's go." Mo Fan walked up to Zhang Xiaohou and didn't know what words to use to comfort him.
When Zhang Xiaohou saw Mo Fan, his mood seemed to have completely collapsed, and tears poured out.
"Brother Fan, I want to become stronger..." Zhang Xiaohou wiped his tears desperately and shouted almost with a poisonous oath, "I must, must become stronger!!!"
Zhang Xiaohou's unforgettable words echoed in his ears, but Mo Fan was a little stunned.
Looking at this little friend who always looks like a silly brother...
At this moment, he was crying like a child, but his heart was baptized and grown by the hot blood!
Yes, only by becoming stronger can you protect those around you.
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After crossing the bridge, the light barrier like a city wall came into view.
A smile finally appeared on the tired cheeks of the remaining eight people. This time they clearly saw the magician wearing the logo of the Magic Association guarding them.
This three-kilometer journey was longer than anything they had experienced in the previous seventeen years, but they arrived anyway.
"The main force is one and a half kilometers away from us now. I hope they can arrive here safe and sound." Xue Musheng turned around and looked behind him.
Zhou Min, Xu Zhaoting, Wang Sanfa, Zhang Shuhua and others all nodded. They had fulfilled their duties as a vanguard team. After experiencing such life and death and danger, they sincerely hoped that the large force could arrive smoothly. They no longer wanted to see blood dripping.
"Who is Mo Fan?" A man with a military logo on his chest walked up to the crowd and asked.
"I am." Mo Fan raised his head, sweating profusely, and he was also very tired.
"Come here, the leader wants to see you," the man said.
Mo Fan nodded and followed the man from the Magic Association's military department to a watchtower temporarily built using earth magic.
The watchtower is very high, and I walked up the winding stairs for a long time before finally reaching the top.
There is an open observation deck at the top. The strong wind from high places pours in here wantonly, making the cheeks hurt.
At the edge of the observation deck without guardrails, a man wearing a blue military trench coat stood with his hands behind his back, his unruly hair fluttering in the strong wind.
On the man's left and right hands, stood a row of military mages who were also wearing blue trench coats. Their trench coats were raised high, and their tall and straight bodies stood at the edge of the observation deck, but they were motionless. They were sculptures of freedom and indignity. Usually standing there, the leader Zhankong standing in the middle has a more awe-inspiring temperament, which is completely different from the shameless Chief Instructor Zhankong that Mo Fan has seen before.
There are ten military mages in a row, including the leader of Zhankong. None of them have very powerful auras, probably at least mid-level magicians!
They were looking into the distance, their gazes like swords pointed directly at the dome of the Bank Trade Building, the culprit of the entire disaster in Bo City - the Demon Commander Yi Canglang!
"Chief, Mo Fan is here." The man gave a military salute and slowly retreated.
Zhan Kong did not turn his head, and the entire observation tower was silent for a moment.
"I'm very happy to see you alive." Zhan Kong's words were not as careless as usual, and even the word "happy" was not mixed with any emotion.
At this time, Zhan Kong was not the chief instructor Mo Fan knew at all. Perhaps this was his true face, majestic, cold and arrogant!
"Do you know what I want to do most when I see you?" Mo Fan asked.
"You scolded me. Bai Yang is a member of the Black Church, which really surprised all of us. Fortunately, you were suspicious of him and saved your life." Zhan Kong said.
Zhan Kong had already learned about their affairs through the reports from his subordinates. Zhan Kong was indeed quite surprised. Even their military headquarters had not noticed the sinister intentions of Bai Yang, the military mage. Why would Mo Fan be suspicious of him
"I guess you have reflected. When we went to the cave guarded by Instructor Bai Yang for training, I saw obvious signs of drinking in the water in the mountain mouth spring pool, and there were more than one. Afterwards, I also asked Instructor Bai if he had There were other summoned beasts, and he answered no."
"Do you think there's something wrong with him based on such nonsense?" Zhan Kong laughed dumbly.
"The inexplicable madness of the Ghost Wolf Beast at the beginning is also a problem. In fact, I don't want to believe that Instructor Bai is a spy, and I am not completely sure. I just kept an eye on it, but who knew he would really attack us." Mo Fan said.
Mo Fan actually only had a few suspicions. If he was sure that there was something wrong with him, he would definitely warn the people around him the moment he saw Instructor Bai Yang. Moreover, Mo Fan did not consider the appearance of the black beast.
"What about the Holy Spring?" Zhan Kong stopped talking about the spy and returned to the most important issue.
"I'm thirsty, so I drank." Mo Fan replied lightly.
Zhan Kong, who was standing on the edge of the observation deck, almost slipped and fell to his death. The majesty and arrogance he had created just now disappeared in an instant.
Zhan Kong turned around and looked at Mo Fan with wide eyes.
Nima, are you kidding me? Is your local holy spring the Nongfu Mountain Spring used to quench your thirst when your mouth is dry? That is the true heritage of the entire Bo City for thousands of years, even if it is far less than what it is now due to the changes of the years. It was so miraculous in ancient times, but it was definitely a cultivation treasure that magicians dreamed of in the entire country, but this kid just... drank it as water?
"Now is not the time for joking." Zhan Kong looked serious and glared at Mo Fan.
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