The Sixth Mysterious Armed Group Army of the Yanjing Military Region enjoys the prestige of the "Sixth Army of China" in the world.

Among them, the elite sharp knife battalion has been nicknamed the "Dragon Battalion" in the field of mysterious forces in the world.

The Huaxia Dragon Battalion, the American Ability Group, and the Knights of England are known as the "Three Mysterious Armed Forces in the Bright World" by the outside world.

The dragon dormant tattoo is the symbol of the dragon camp.

It can be said unceremoniously that every member of the Dragon Battalion, who is placed in a military region at will, is a well-deserved king of soldiers.

"Dragon Camp" Su skirt muttered, looking at the faint and almost blurry tattoo, her eyes were magical.

Wu Que unhurriedly got dressed and glanced at her, "I know you have a lot of questions you want to ask, but I don't really want to answer them, because I have nothing to do with Long Ying anymore." ”

Su Skirt opened her mouth, but she wanted to speak and stopped.

"Dragon Camp? Crazy brother, are you from the Dragon Camp? Su Mo happened to hear Su Skirt's muttering, and asked with a look of surprise.

Wu Que nodded lightly, "It's all in the past." ”

"No wonder Brother Madman, you have been terrifyingly strong since you were a child, it turns out that you are a pervert from the Dragon Camp, which is not surprising." Su Mo muttered stupidly, and the longing in his eyes was clear at a glance.

For anyone who knows about the Dragon Camp, this place is the holy place of the entire Huaxia military.

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even the generals and elites of other institutions in the Sixth Army of China regard the Dragon Camp as a concentration of perverted demons and fierce people, because in the short period of more than 20 years since the establishment of the Dragon Battalion, there have been many outstanding people who have made the world look at it.

"Actually, you don't have to think of Longying as some kind of Longtan Tiger's Den, Penglai Holy Land. The Dragon Camp is a very simple military base, and the scary stingers inside are actually very easy to get along with. Originally, the most intolerable thing there was treason and abandonment of friends, but I don't know if it is still as pure as ever. Wu Que said softly, there was warmth and coldness in his pupils, memories and sighs, complicated and abnormal.

Su Mo couldn't understand his words, and Zhuang Die didn't even know about the existence of the Dragon Camp.

The only thing that is a little thoughtful is Su Skirt, after all, since the change of dynasty in the Dragon Camp, the members in it have almost undergone a major reshuffle, and the current Dragon Camp and the original Dragon Camp are obviously two eras.

Su Mo gradually calmed down, looking at the complicated look in Wu Quelai's eyes, he couldn't help but speculate in his heart.

Su Skirt glanced at him, she had already classified Wu Que as the first batch of team members who were purged out of the Dragon Camp, and then she would go to the West and return for ten years.

Although ten years ago, Wu Que's teenage years ago was somewhat inconsistent with the mysterious Dragon Camp.

"After breakfast, the eldest lady and I will go back to the banker's house first, and now the boss of the village is estimated to be busy, and he can contact me at any time anyway." Wu Que chewed food in his mouth and said to the Su skirt sister and brother.

He had already exchanged mobile phone numbers with the two, and if Chi Qianjiang's younger brother in the Chitose Army came to find trouble, Wu Que would naturally take action to solve it.

Su Mo's eyes were full of reluctance when he heard that Wu Que was about to leave so soon, while Su Skirt was much more reserved.

"If you need help with something, you can contact me, or contact Sumer." She said softly, unconsciously hiding a little bitterness in her words.

Wu Que nodded, and then glanced at Zhuang Die beside him. The latter gave him a faint smile back, and so did Wu Que.

After the meal, the two did not linger, and after a brief greeting, they returned to Villa No. 3 of Mengshan Mansion.

Except for the fact that Su Skirt secretly said the word "date" to Wu Que with her lips at the time of separation, which was accidentally glimpsed by Zhuang Die, there was no accident along the way.

"I can't see it! Our Wu Que Wu bodyguard has all the means, and even the dignified Chinese tiger girl Miss Su Skirt was hooked up with a fascination. Zhuang Die said teasingly, a trace of sourness in the yin and yang strange words could not be hidden.

Wu Que smiled, "Miss, don't hurt me, I regret it too." I was carried away by beauty for a while, and I actually offended the Son of Heaven and the South China wolves at the same time, and now I think about it, I really regret it! I'm so scared, what should I do! The tone was exaggerated, but there was not the slightest worry or remorse in his contemplative pupils.

Zhuang Die gave him a fierce look, after these days of getting along, she can see some of the big bodyguard's temperament.

Lawless, surprisingly bold, the devil believes that he will be afraid and regretful.

As the two spoke, the car had already driven into the garage, and as soon as they got out of the car, they saw the oncoming Zhuang Ji.

"Wu Que, it doesn't matter what your injuries are, why don't you rest there for a few more days and come back." Zhuang Ji asked with concern in his eyes.

Wu Que's heart was slightly warm, this feeling of being cared for was still quite good, and then he suddenly found that he had only returned to Huaxia for a few days, and it seemed that there were a few people who treated him sincerely, how lucky.

"It's okay, minor injury." Wu Que smiled, except for being a little sluggish, the injuries on his body had indeed recovered almost.

Zhuang Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time couldn't help but be more curious and in awe of the young man in front of him.

Chi Qianjiang, one of the three leading wolves in the South China wolf pack, can hit Chi Qianjiang, where is the limit of this young man?

"Then let's go in first." Zhuang Ji took Zhuang Die's arm and took the lead to walk in, and glanced at his baby daughter with care.

On the sofa outside the room on the second floor, Wu Que curled up and shrunk into the sofa, groaning with satisfaction.

"Wu Que, is your body really okay?" Zhuang Ji sat opposite and couldn't help asking, after all, Chi Qianjiang is the fifteenth fierce man on the black list without any water, and Wu Que is in a state where he feels a little strong and middle-handed.

Zhuang Die has been tense all the time, and now when he returns home, he feels weak in his limbs as soon as he relaxes, so he goes back to the room to rest first. And Ye Qianrao was in class at Qu University, Zhuge Bodhi went out alone, Wu Que was not worried about the mystery of Bodhi, after all, the latter was an existence that even he couldn't see through.

"Of course it's fine, it's just that I'm a little tired after a strenuous exercise. Otherwise, if I can't even deal with Chi Qianjiang, how can I have the courage to provoke the Son of Heaven. Wu Que replied lightly, but the shallow domineering in his tone was about to come out.

Zhuang Ji was a little worried, "The Son of Heaven is far away in Yanjing City, and he can't spare any time and energy to pay attention to the things here for a while, so he doesn't have to worry too much." But I'm afraid that Chi Qianjiang's younger brother Chi Liangjiang will come to you for trouble, he is not a good person. ”

"Oh? How is his skill compared to Asae Ike? ”

"The main reason is that the military does not have a systematic and authoritative power list like the black list, otherwise Chi Liangjiang's name may be countless times louder. In addition to a sharp knife battalion called the Dragon Battalion, which is superior to the seven major military regions of China, Chi Qianjiang is a fierce man with one hundred in any other army. In the last joint performance of the military region, Chi Liangjiang single-handedly defeated the king-level generals of the three major military regions, which is not terrifying. ”

"Is it so strong? What is the approximate ranking in the military? Wu Que asked in surprise.

"Except for the dragon camp, the first fifteen of the military can't escape."

"Oh." Wu Que replied lightly, he thought that the king-level warrior was the strongest in the military region.

In fact, except for a few real soldier kings, the big soldiers who did not enter the dragon camp did not even have the qualifications to put on a posture in front of him.

"By the way, it has been decided that an extraordinary Huaxia conference will be held, and the time will be in a month. So these days will be relatively calm, I decided to let Fluttershy go back to Quda to go to class, if you can't bear it, you can ask the school for a few days off before reporting, and let Qingsi follow Fluttershy for a few days. ”

"No need, I'll report tomorrow." Wu Que shook his head and rejected Zhuang Ji's kindness, although because the time of the temporary Huaxia Conference was determined, it would be relatively safe and calm in the next few days, but there was no chance that there would be an accident, and it was impossible for him to let Zhuang Die go to school alone.

"Alright, Fluttershy is going to ask you." Zhuang Ji nodded and said.

Then Wu Que went back to the room to rest, there were still two meridians left in his body that had not been unsealed, and he had to ensure that his state could always be at the peak as soon as possible, otherwise he might not be able to deal with some more tricky troubles.

Wu Que sat on the bed, his right hand was gently placed on the back of his left shoulder, and his fingers and fingers slowly rubbed against the uneven scar, which coincided with the dragon dormant tattoo and had a strange shape, which was left by a dragon spear that once shocked the world, and he still couldn't face up to that painful memory.

He took a slow breath, put the two fingers of his right hand together, and gestured silently to refer to the sword.

At first, the move was not complicated and fast, just swaying around a few seemingly meaningless circles, but as the strength of the wrist gradually increased, the sword finger was a few sharp points in vain, and it slashed across the forehead, and the overflowing sword wind swayed bangs.

"Huh!"

Wu Que's sword fingers were like the wind, and he actually left a residual phantom in front of him, and the arrogance of his fingertips carried an extremely domineering might, waving his arms like electricity, and there was a suffocating royal road to pacify the territory of the eight directions.

"Lack of mediocrity..."

He muttered softly, but the growing hegemony quietly subsided until calm returned to the room.

The crooked branches and scattered petals at the head of the bed show the tyranny and terror that have just been hidden in the sword.

"It's a pity that I didn't take the abbot with me, otherwise my mediocrity would be unstoppable!" As far as Wu Que Zhengzheng is concerned, his eyes are domineering.

The abbot is a sword, a heavy sword, the blade of the sword is half a foot wide, about 16 centimeters. The sword is about 4 feet 8 inches long from the tip to the end of the handle and about 1.6 meters long.

Wu Que accidentally obtained this sword in the West, and the abbot sword has been fighting since then.

The abbot is also the second sword that can withstand the mediocrity of his full force without being damaged.

Since the injury healed, Wu Que tried to make a gesture for the first time, and suddenly a layer of fine sweat broke out all over his body, and his internal organs were warm.

He simply stripped off his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

The trick of mediocrity was created by Wu Que himself, at a very young age, after discovering that he was able to enter the state of blood.

This is a sword move, and since its creation, it has been able to perfectly withstand the terrifying power of mediocrity, only two swords and one gun.

The righteous path of the sea, the royal abbot and the dragon lance of justice!