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Listan looked anxious and could only continue to play the role of narrator: "Oops! It's a magic toy that can be the same size as a real person, and you can adjust its level according to the difficulty factor, except that it can't kill people, and it's no problem to beat you half to death...... Don't you want to find me to fight with you, Kana has already thought about it for me! Thank you, Kana...... If I could, I would like to say for this kid, I will porridge you! It's true...... Don't look at me like a fool and don't say anything! ”

"Get out!"

Gray Fang's punch finally went down.

Kana looked at the two of them, and finally couldn't hold back her laughter: "Okay, I know, you're welcome!" ”

Listan let out a sigh on the side, and before Kana left, he nodded at him secretly and said softly, "Thank you!" ”

Listan was even more proud.

It's rare for him, who is a brother, to be a matchmaker again.

So, Greyfang uses the puppet given by Kana to learn the second half of basic fighting skills overnight.

Since the last time he summoned an angel out of thin air, and successfully used sorcery, Greyfang is hell-bent on figuring out what is going on.

But no matter how much he practiced, except for a slight strengthening of his physical skills and a more mature mastery of offensive and defensive methods, there seemed to be no progress.

Finally, just as the puppet attacked for the last time, slashing horizontally with a machete, Gray Fang's movements froze.

As long as there is an angel on his body, his various functions will be greatly improved, but at that moment, he clearly felt that the angel broke away from his body and slipped down like a piece of clothing.

Gray Fang wanted to ask her what was going on, but found that he couldn't open his mouth at all.

So tired, non-stop vigorous exercise all night long, which will manifest itself physically like revenge.

Gray Fang's lower back hurt severely, and the muscles in his arms were sore and swollen.

He quickly stopped, and with a "click", the puppet turned back into its prototype and fell to the ground.

Gray Fang didn't even have the strength to continue standing, and he was chilling.

He curled up on the wall to support his weight, only to feel that something was constantly being withdrawn from his body.

The angel left him uncontrollably, and let out a groan of pain, and Greyfang hurried to pick it up with his hands.

Just like last time, the angel returned to his basic soul form, lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

It's over, it's broken again.

Although Gray Fang has always been careful to let little Lori rest, he doesn't even take her out when he's fine.

However, Greyfang's desire to master the method of summoning out of thin air backfired.

He quickly took out the shrunken trash can from the bag and put the angel back.

The sky outside the window gradually brightened, and it turned out that it was already this time.

Gray Fang stared blankly at the trash can in his arms, is this weapon really only he can use?

Then why does Greyfang know nothing about the mysteries in it, if according to Blackclaw's analysis, the angel's contract chapter only works in the hands of Greyfang, and it has something to do with his origin.

Other words......

Grayfang's mind gradually remembered the last time.

For the first time in time, he felt that he had completely tamed the angel, and that the angel was still afraid of him.

Why is that?

A strange idea popped up at the moment.

Could it be that as long as Gray Fang loses his temper and can't control himself, it will work?

Come on!

He struggled to his feet.

Benjamin, the old fox, said that the Alva family did not deprive him of his heir status because a more suitable candidate had not been found.

In fact, Gray Fang knew it all too well in his heart, most likely because the angel was still in his hands!

Come to think of it, when my father fled, he didn't bring anything else, and the light stole the weapon of the angel.

If you ever have the chance to see Greyfang's grandfather again in the future, you'll have to ask.

I have to go back to Dawn Academy now.

There is a class is small, and Gray Fang is worried about the three-day countdown, although the angel will collapse, but let her rest and rest, and she must finish at least half of it today.

So he quickly packed his things, dragged his body, which was extremely weak after a night of hard work, back to the teleporter at the end of the elevator.

With less than half an hour left before the class bell rang, Gray Fang ate something casually, and felt that carrying a trash can on his body would probably attract attention again.

Anyway, he had to come back after class, so he left Angel in the dormitory and went to class alone.

I had planned to sneak up on some sleep during the day, but the reality was always more cruel than expected.

Forgot to let Listan do his homework, last night's Christmas dinner was too powerful for Greyfang to forget about it completely.

So for a whole day, Gray Fang was punished by different teachers, but as soon as his eyelids were closed, absolutely a board eraser flew straight over.

Later, Greyfang could only count the time to ring the bell.

It's no wonder that the heating in the classroom is intoxicating, and the cold winter wind is blocked out.

I don't know when Gray Fang stood straight against the wall and suddenly fell asleep.

In addition to the food, the dream is a fight, and from time to time there is the first time I see Kana, who gets off the boat and wears a white dress.

The wind ruffled her long hair, and she raised an arm, waving it softly to get her fangs over.

Until the "snap", the gray fang completely woke up, and the whole classroom was empty, and even the sky was dark.

He quickly turned around and found a bird standing on the windowsill with its wings flapping against the glass window.

Gray Fang quickly looked at the bracelet, it was almost eight o'clock.

He scolded a few words in a low voice, this is a place, there is no human touch at all, and after class for so long, no kind-hearted person is willing to call him.

When he came back to his senses, a thunderclap flashed outside the window.

The raindrops crackled down, and the bird trapped on the windowsill shrank its head back timidly, its eyes looking at the gray fangs, innocently fluttering, and hitting the glass window next to it again and again.

"Wait!" Gray Fang rubbed his stiff knees, and his whole leg was numb.

He limped to the window, and as soon as he opened it, the cold rain mixed with the cold wind of the winter night whistled in.

The bird screamed and burrowed into his arms, and he quickly raised his hand to protect it to his chest, and pulled the placket over its head.

But the gray fangs will be all wet.

Raindrops fell like gravel, low thunder stirred the black clouds in the sky, and brilliant lightning fell like a sharp fork on the tall buildings in the distance, and nothing could be seen except for the moment of shining.

Gray Fang stretched out a hand in pain, grabbed it several times before he could touch the handle of the window, and pulled it back sharply, and the roar in his ears was instantly blocked out.

"It's all right!"

The bird shivered in his arms and hid its head under his elbow.

Grayfang raised his hand to wipe the rain from his face and turned out of the room.

He didn't even notice that just below the building, there was a black figure, staring up at him.

Until he closed the window, the dark shadow quickly rushed into the school building and ran up the stairs.

Grayfang's footsteps echoed hollowly through the dark hallways.

All he could hear was his own shivering breathing, short and rapid because it was too cold.

Then there was the bird in his arms, "cooing" and chirping.

There was nothing unusual at all, until Gray Fang's ears heard a distinct "click".

Right behind you!

Is it loaded......

Any loud noise in the darkness pierces a person's heart.

The bullet snapped through the hallway, chasing the wet footprints of Gray Fang, piercing his body with precision.

The bird struggled in pain and gradually slowed down.

The warm blood was rapidly soaking its feathers, leaving it completely motionless.