Chapter 561: A Dark Angel

The commander swore he really wanted to rush back right now.

Then, with his size 43 feet, he would kick Wei off his chair with all his might.

He wished he could smash his ass with the hardest tip of his military boot, so that damn bastard would finally understand how vital intelligence is to war!

But unfortunately, no matter how furious he was, he had to solve the problem before him first.

The commander had already, in his mind, targeted the ones entrenched aboard the Shicun.

Shi Daqing recounted the difficulties he’d encountered in getting the project approved, “Did you bring the project approval report with you?” asked Mayor Cheng.

Although Jiang Chen had received first aid training, his first aid skills didn’t even qualify as half-baked; managing to properly treat Huangfu Feng’s wounds was already a success.

Having finished speaking, the three turned to step forward, but before they could move, Zhao Zilong reached out and stopped them.

“Dragon Fang? What, are you going to try out for the Dragon Fang Unit too?” Huangfu Lan asked, surprised over the phone.

Li Yunqi’s bone claws had reached Yuan Fengxian’s face; hearing Jun Wudi speak, he immediately halted.

In this emergency, Tony Bati didn’t overthink—he took two quick steps, his final step landing precisely where Pachulia had just stepped; as Pachulia landed, he collapsed instantly in agony.

“We’ve submitted a report to the group company requesting legal support from Daqing Group, and we’re currently preparing the documents—we’ll sue those delinquent property owners soon,” Old Wang whispered the news to Xueqiang.

Swish! The beam swept across half the dark elves; the high-energy ions it passed through wrapped around them, stripping them of all mobility. These dark elves would gradually lose their last traces of life while paralyzed.

Peyton stayed tightly beside Sun Zhuo’s right side; Sun Zhuo’s eyes were bloodshot, and he didn’t care who had followed him—he’d shoot the ball in at anyone.

In an instant, the gap opened by Guan Sheng and Hu Yanzhuo was forcibly sealed by the Bai Ting soldiers.

Though not valuable, to treat antiques this way was truly a waste of fine things.

Whether it was the evergreen tree or the autumn tree turned yellow and reddish, everything was so beautiful, so stirring.

As she spoke, dozens of Jiang clan members in the courtyard flipped over and bowed. Chen Jiahao stepped forward, his right hand hovering in a gesture of support; instantly, a gentle force surged toward them, and no matter how hard they struggled, they were lifted involuntarily from the ground.

At that moment, my mind was blank—I thought of nothing. I even sadly realized I couldn’t clearly recall Qin Niang’s face anymore.

He decisively used his hand as a blade, slicing open the skin on his arm. Ssslick—a large patch of flesh and skin was carved off.

At this moment, Leng Yinyin drove toward home, with Zhou Meng sitting beside her, her face full of gossip.

After all, Lan Kuo Xuan’s identity and position demanded he remain somewhat composed despite his shock.

Chen Jiahao spread his hands, looking helpless: “Unfortunately, no!” But though his words said no, a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

I carried Shuiyao into her room, laid her down to rest, kissed her forehead, then returned to Qin Niang’s room.

The fifteenth drop of spiritual energy spun steadily, wrapped within the greenish spiritual energy of the dantian, finally being “flung off” and dropping downward. The other fourteen drops of spiritual fluid were no longer of much concern; it was this fifteenth drop that drew the most attention.

After speaking, everyone immediately felt a tremor—the prelude to the griffins landing. Sure enough, after a few breaths, they touched the ground; without Master Meiling’s instruction, the new students scrambled off, then vomited. Seeing this, Master Meiling could only sigh helplessly.