In the next half month, it was very strange that Mu Xuehu, the coach who loved to watch them tired to death, only occupied the morning and noon time for them to train every day, and let them move freely in the afternoon and evening.

At first, they were ecstatic, as soon as Mu Xuehu walked on the front foot, a group of people on the back foot lay on the ground, snoring and sleeping, and when they woke up, there was still such a pot of delicious dinner waiting for them, and in an instant, it seemed to be back to the good life before Mu Xuehu took over them.

Only Zi Lian and a few others were exhausted from training according to the usual training volume every day and night, and there were gradually signs of pressurizing themselves, and the men could only admire - they deserved to be the most powerful and valued people in the army.

But three days later, these idle people gradually became a little flustered, and began to try their best to please Mu Xuehu.

Because Mu Xuehu never said anything abusive or serious since then, no matter what stupid things they did, no matter how disrespectful they were to him.

The eyes behind the mask were no longer full of concern and concern for them, but were plain, as if they were just inconsequential matters, and they were really a bit excessive, and they shot directly, limping for a few days, or lying in bed for at least three days.

The teenagers are still very young, and their immature hearts can't be compared with Mu Xuehu, who has lived two lives, not to mention, and has really rolled on the battlefield.

When I panic, I care, and I want to prove myself, I like to think cranky.

Suddenly, the news that there was still a year or so to go to war appeared in their minds, and an unprecedented sense of oppression hit them - after this period of training, they clearly felt the rapid passage of time.

This sense of oppression is different from the tension that Mu Xuehu or Huxue would raid anytime and anywhere every day, nor is it the excitement of fighting against Huxue after choosing a weapon, nor is it the unconscious feeling of wanting to surrender in the face of a strong man.

It is a kind of panic that the rise and fall of the country is pressed on him in an instant, and the eyes of the enemy in the dark appear in a moment, and then hide for a moment, so he has to be cautious, and strive to improve his ability, a sense of oppression, a desire for power.

Soon, Zi Lian found that there were more and more people who trained together in the evening, and remembered that no one was willing to listen to him a few days ago, and he felt a lot of relief in an instant, and he trained harder.

Mu Xuehu, who was lying on the tree, turned over comfortably, causing the people behind him to be in a hurry.

Huan Yue sighed helplessly, smacked Mu Xuehu's earlobe and said, "You little girl, don't be so naughty, be careful of falling on your heels." ”

Mu Xuehu turned his head and kissed the corner of Yue Yue's lips, and said lazily: "If you don't have any ability, then how can you be regarded as a candidate for the Demon King?" ”

Without thinking of words to refute, he sat up, looked at the army below that was more enthusiastic than before, thinking of Zi Lian who had been beaten by himself with tears on his face, but he came to his room at night with a beautiful face, and his respectful appearance could not show that he had killed himself before.

Zi Lian is really an upright person, if only his mind was witty. Mu Xuehu once thought so.

But that night completely subverted Mu Xuehu's view of Zi Lian, and it was all Zi Lian's idea to snub that group of teenagers a few days ago.

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