Chapter 105 When the Water Is Drunk

"Good job, Mu Bai!" Zhao Kunsan jumped out from a corner and said excitedly.

"It's horrible, I feel like I'll never trust anyone in my life."

Mo Fan let out a long sigh and glanced at the green tea... Oh, Mu Bai.

This time, thanks to this second generation of demons, without his extravagant demon-slaying equipment, I don't know how many people would have to die to kill this Baiyang instructor.

"Are the others okay?" Xue Musheng asked.

The students who hid in the surroundings gathered one after another, only Zhang Xiaohou was still standing beside the fence in despair.

The battle was over, and He Yu's blood was dry. Looking at the bright red carpet of blood, the sadness and solemnity enveloped everyone once again.

"Monkey, let's go." Mo Fan walked to Zhang Xiaohou, and he didn't know what to say to comfort him.

When Zhang Xiaohou saw Mo Fan, his emotions seemed to collapse completely, and tears poured out.

"Brother Fan, I want to become stronger..." Zhang Xiaohou desperately wiped his tears, almost swearing 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 grew under the baptism of the hot blood!

Yes, only by becoming stronger can you protect the people around you.

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After crossing the bridge, the light curtain barrier like a city wall has been imprinted into the eyes.

The tired cheeks of the remaining eight finally squeezed a smile, and this time they clearly saw the magician wearing the Magic Association logo guarding there.

This three-kilometer journey was longer than everything they had experienced in the seventeen years before, and they arrived anyway.

"The main force is now one and a half kilometers away from us. I hope they can also arrive here safe and sound." Xue Musheng glanced behind him.

Zhou Min, Xu Zhaoting, Wang Sanpang, Zhang Shuhua and others all nodded.

They have done their duty as a vanguard team, and they have experienced such life and death and danger. They sincerely hope that the large army can arrive smoothly, and they no longer want to see blood dripping.

"Which one 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, he was also very tired.

"Come here, the leader wants to see you," the man said.

Mo Fan nodded and followed the military man of the Magic Association to a watchtower temporarily built through earth magic.

The watchtower is very high, and it took a long time to go up the winding stairs before finally reaching the top.

There is an empty observation deck at the top, and the strong wind from the high place is pouring in here, making the cheeks hurt a little.

There was no guardrail at the very edge of the observation deck, and a man in a blue military trench coat stood with his hands behind his back, his unruly hair fluttering against the wind.

On the left and right hands of the man, there is a row of military mages who are also wearing blue trench coats. Their trench coats are raised high, and their tall and straight bodies are standing at the very edge of the observation deck, but they are motionless, free and not angry. 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 in the past.

In a row of ten military mages, including the leader of Zhankong, no one has a very strong aura, I am afraid they are at least mid-level mages!

They were looking into the distance, and their eyes were pointing straight at the dome of the Silver Trade Building like a sword. The culprit of the disaster in the entire Bo City—the demon commanding the Winged Canglang!

"Boss, Mo Fan is here." The man gave a military salute and slowly stepped back.

Zhan Kong did not turn his head, the entire observation deck was silent for a moment.

"I'm very happy to see you alive." Zhan Kong's words were not in the usual condescending manner, and even the word "happy" did not contain any emotion.

Zhankong at this time is not the chief instructor Mo Fan knows at all, perhaps this is his true face, majestic, cold and arrogant!

"Do you know what I want to do when I see you?" Mo Fan asked back.

"Scolding me in the face. Bai Yang is a member of the Black Holy See, which really surprised all of me. Fortunately, you have doubts about him and saved your life." Zhankong said.

Zhankong has already learned about their affairs through the reports of his subordinates. Zhankong is indeed quite surprised. Even their military has never noticed the sinister intentions of Bai Yang, the war mage. Why does Mo Fan have doubts about him?

"You have to reflect. When we practiced in the cave guarded by Instructor Bai Yang, I saw obvious signs that the water in Shankou Spring Pool had been drunk, and there were more than one. Afterwards, I also asked Instructor Bai if he was There are other summoned beasts, he answered no."

"Just relying on such an outrageous thing, do you think there is something wrong with him?" Zhankong laughed dumbly.

"The inexplicable madness of the ghost wolf was also a problem. In fact, I don't want to believe that Instructor Bai is a spy, and I can't be completely sure. I just kept an eye on it, who would have known that he would really attack us." Mo Fan said.

Mo Fan is actually only a little suspicious. If he is convinced that there is something wrong with him, he will definitely warn the people around him the moment he sees Instructor Bai Yang, and Mo Fan has not considered the appearance of the Black Beast.

"Then what about the Holy Spring?" Zhankong didn't talk about the spy any more, and turned back to the most important issue.

"I'm thirsty, so I drank it." Mo Fan replied lightly.

Standing on the edge of the observatory, Zhan Kong almost slipped and fell to his death, and the majestic tyrant he created just now disappeared in an instant.

Zhankong turned around and stared at Mo Fan.

Nima, amuse Laozi, is your local holy spring used to quench your thirst when the mouth of Nongfu Spring is dry? That is the true heritage of the entire Bo City for thousands of years, even if it is far from being there now due to the changes of the years It was so magical in the ancient times, but in the whole country, it was definitely a cultivation treasure that magicians dreamed of, and was this kid directly... directly drinking it as water? ?

"Now is not the time to be joking." Zhankong looked serious and stared at Mo Fandao.

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