After three days of training at such a high intensity, Yan Hua's opportunity came again.

Bond didn't know if he was too busy after going back, or if he was frightened by Yan Hua's sudden move.

It took him so long to calm down, and he showed up in Ricky's office again.

When Ricky pulled a face and ignored him, Bond whistled very indecently.

"Yo? Who provoked our knight grown? This face is almost mopping the floor. ”

Bond's ridiculous tease succeeded in getting Ricky a cold eye.

Bond laughed even more freely, and triumphantly paced up to Ricky's desk again, and sat down.

"Hey, boss, that seedling you fancied, he seems to be interesting to me~!"

"Well, it's not like I want to rob it, do you think you're bringing someone back for me to play?"

Ricky didn't even bother to give it to him this time.

The truth that was almost out of the mouth was also swallowed back by him.

His attitude of not agreeing or refusing inexplicably gave Bond confidence.

If such a situation happened before, it was that the boss was in a bad mood, but he didn't bother to interfere.

As long as he had a way to get the little female soldier to go with him, the boss wouldn't stop him.

So Bond suddenly became excited, and couldn't wait to joke with Ricky casually and hurried to the training ground.

Yan Hua was practicing at this time.

Today's spar is over, and she has managed to renew her life for nearly two more days.

Well, it's already very good, compared to counting down every day, it's a life-saving elixir.

Therefore, Yan Hua spared no effort to create small wounds for his "comrades-in-arms".

It's the kind that heals in about ten seconds.

But until she heals, she can take the opportunity to suck blood to make herself look stronger.

Her identity was rumored the day she came.

The veterans here all know that she came up from the Nether Feathering Mutation.

In their eyes, the human body is a tender delicacy, and there is nothing strong to speak of.

So this thing uses their blood to nourish their wings every day, I'm afraid it's not congenital deficiency, and use them as a tonic?

The more people thought about it, the more it happened.

So in addition to resentment, there was some sympathy for this poor fellow.

Therefore there must be something hateful about the poor man, this is an iron law.

Yan Hua used his very shameless iron-blooded methods to make a group of veterans lose their temper.

Isn't it just a small cut?

It just hurts.

How old is it?

Just be a friendly comrade-in-arms and let her.

Besides, this guy isn't the one they can be jealous of now.

The disparity in strength is too great, so there is only the share of admiration and worship.

So only a little blood was taken, and the average person didn't share much, and there was much more to make up for a meal.

Because of this, Yan Hua has developed a habit for this group of people in just a few days.

When they felt that there was an extra cut in their body, they knew that this sentence was over.

Yan Hua is also very particular, that is, she only hurts them once per person, and only gives them one wound every day.

This is also the root cause of these people not rebounding.

Yan Hua lived a comfortable and stable life of collecting wool every day.

But I didn't want her unexpected joy to arrive today.

Halfway through the training, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Yan Hua subconsciously wanted to hide.

As a result, the other party's wings spread out, and they wanted to circle her in.

Yan Hua's eyes were cold, he hadn't seen the appearance of the person who came clearly, he was still carrying a weight under his feet, but he quickly flashed behind the other party, and reflexively left a wound on the other party's body, and took the blood numbly.

It was only the moment the wound opened that she sensed that something was wrong.

The smell is all too familiar, and the purity of this blood is not ordinary.

She quickly collected two drops and loaded them into the system space, and the rest was picked up under a ring of her rapidly spreading wings.

As soon as the blood was absorbed, Yan Hua also determined that this was His Royal Highness Bond who was used by her as a blood bag and almost made a big oolong.

Bond's whole body stiffened at this time, and he muttered in disbelief: "How is it possible? Actually broke through? ”

Bond obviously felt that the other party's strength was better now than the last time he met her, and he should have broken through recently.

"Is it because of my blood?"

Bond looked at the wound that had healed if he had been slow to react.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the wings that Yan Hua wanted to retract, turned around, and took the initiative to hand his neck up.

"Na, this time His Highness won't run away."

Yan Hua: ......

Don't run away with you!

If you don't run, Ben Shuai is going to slip away.

Yan Hua almost rolled her eyes, and when the other party unsuspectingly handed her neck up, she withdrew her wings with a "swish", and her figure disappeared in a flash.

Only one sentence of her was left on the spot: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I'm still training, and I don't want to be fined twice the amount of training by the instructor." ”

Bond:......

Bond looked at his clean neck, then at the wound that had healed, and then at the vanished figure that had merged into the group.

Now he only felt that his breath was holding in his chest, and he couldn't go up and down, and it was very uncomfortable.

Bond angrily shouted Yan Hua's name: "Lu Yao! The main temple remembers you! You wait for Lao Tzu! ”

After the cruel words, Bond was like a gust of wind when he came, and it was also a gust of wind when he went.

He didn't know how to appear, and he didn't know how to disappear, coming and going, leaving only the countless muffled laughs on the training ground.

Among them, even the instructor couldn't hold back, covering his mouth on the side, and his shoulders trembled as if he was going to pull over at any moment.

And behind the large screens projected by countless surveillance, there are also many high-ranking officials who are also smiling without their image.

Ricky's office.

At this time, Bond sat on the soft sofa with his head bowed, but his eyes were staring at the unscrupulous boss who seemed to be serious, but in fact he didn't know how much he wanted to laugh, but he was holding back his internal injuries for the sake of his image.

Ricky's expression at this time looked the same as usual, but only a person like Bond could see that his pursed lips and vague eyes were not releasing cold air as usual, but smiling hard, suffocating the face of a ghost.

Bond was on the verge of exploding.

He was a shame to be thrown in front of everyone's big screen today.

He thought that he was unexpected, taking advantage of the other party's inconvenience in carrying weights, he could take the initiative to circle the other party to make a ceremony, which not only swore the initiative in a high-profile manner, but also circled the ownership.

But his wings missed.

He caught a cloud of air.

Then he felt a familiar pain.

The little thing actually hurt his arm again, and it was the same place that didn't die.

He thought it was a ritual she had learned about, and maybe she had been deceived.

So when the other party thought that he was going to retract his wings after the ceremony, he took the initiative to grab her wings and turned around and handed them to his neck.

Anyway, his skills are not as good as others, and it is the same if he is trapped.

Who would have thought that she would throw it away when she ran out, suck his blood and turn around and run!!

It's too deceitful!

Bond went completely mad.

Ricky looked at him madness out of the corner of his eye, and his pursed lips curved slightly, revealing a smile that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

'Hmph, that's just the case with a little white face! ’

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