After a moment of stalemate between the two of them, they both lowered their weapons.

A calm voice said with a little appreciation: "Yes, retreat is advance, attack is defense." Learn fast!"

"Thank you. Ink Frost breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, there is not enough vigilance. I said I would test you at any time, why did you lose your right arm in the first place?" Huang Yue didn't wait for the man's breath to finish, and then began to question.

"I ...... Didn't expect you to ......"

"'Didn't think of it' is not a reason. Huang Yue looked at Mo Shuang and said lightly: "Your enemy will not show mercy to your subordinates because you 'didn't expect it'!"

"Yes, next time. Ink Frost gave a military salute.

"Hmm!" Huang Yue patted him on the shoulder and said, "From today's point of view, you have almost practiced it, and from tomorrow onwards, we will train with real guns and real swords, these wooden swords are really not easy to handle, they are too light!"

Ink Frost smiled—it was really uncomfortable.

"You have a special physique, so the weapons given by the lord are very sharp, don't be careless when the time comes. Huang Yue reminded.

Ink: "Understood, I'll be careful." ”

"Well, the old rules, I won't punish you for small mistakes, but for big problems, let's follow the military rules. Alright, that's all for today, you can go back and rest early!" Huang Yue said with some relief.

"Yes. Ink Frost bowed and walked back.

Huang Yue looked at Mo Shuang's back and smiled happily, he felt that he was very satisfied with the talent of this young master - in just over a month, he could be comparable to those newcomers who had been training for a year......; But it's a pity that he was born with a cripple......

Thinking of this, the expression of the person who was still full of interest had a kind of pain and regret, and after standing in place for a while, Huang Yue shook his head and walked towards where Wu Feng was.

Mo Shuang seems to be a martial arts wizard, but it can also be said that it is because many people of the demon clan are not good at martial arts, so in terms of fist and foot kung fu, it is impossible to say whether his talent is too high or Huang Yue is actually a mediocre person. In short, these days, except for the fact that the young master's tolerance is really a little worse, the other performances are satisfactory.

The other disciples in the same team were very curious about the apprentice who came in halfway, although he ate with his classmates, he often did not live together, as soon as he finished class or other free time, he would disappear into the crowd in the blink of an eye, and wander out of nowhere, and his bed was empty at night when he went to bed, and over time, some of the miscellaneous belongings of his fellow students were put on it, and now there was a small pile......

The most important thing is that a series of non-"norms" of that person were let go by the instructors with a blind eye, and at most they occasionally asked a few words in private, but they did not deal with them.

In normal times, who has not been unruly to go out in the middle of the night or absent from morning class and lazy, he has already been fined dozens of whips to set an example, where can he be so spoiled?

So, although the group of people can't name Mo Shuang yet, they already have a little comparison and dissatisfaction in their hearts - they are all the way, why is it not themselves who are special? !

However, how could that group of people know that the stuffy man always got up earlier and went to bed later than them, and always had to deal with Huang Yue's inhumane training? How could they know that when they had a little free time, that person went to practice his "endurance" that Huang Duqi was dissatisfied with?

Of course, he would indeed "sneak around" and go to the secret hall that he wanted to hide but couldn't hide, and quietly watched the Holy Flame Lingyun when Suzaku swallowed the aura of heaven and earth...... Then, at that point, he would be in a daze for a moment.

He wanted that kind of power...... Regardless of whether it really has the power to destroy the world or not, just looking at it makes me feel inspiring.

He doesn't get that kind of power...... His damn upper limit of spiritual power set him firmly at an inextricable origin, which was not as good as ordinary people of the same clan, and the funny thing was that he was the amethyst frost bloom that symbolized the meaning of royal power in the great demon clan.

So he could only go and see, occasionally, and perhaps regularly: with a greedy and covetous gaze to peep at the most basic daily spitting of a bird that was insignificant in front of the amethyst frost, and then sigh to himself, to give himself enough motivation to persevere, and finally ...... Continue to practice the martial arts that the demon clan regards as chicken ribs.

So did he go to the human race to beg for a good life? He longed for those short lives, and the rush of life, whether it was joy or sorrow, was a matter of moments......

The man who was nestled in the corner of the dark room, his dark eyes reflected the red lotus karmic fire, his fingers pressed white on the pillar as usual, and his eyes were as covetous and jealous as ever.

There are some things that God doesn't give you, and no matter how hard you try, you can't compare to those who are naturally favored.

With a faint grin, the black shadow turned to leave, but was stopped by a man.

"Who, who, think I can't feel it?" a relaxed, cheerful voice tore a crack in the dark curtain—a glimmer of light through.

Ink Frost paused in embarrassment.

Suzaku hurriedly ran over to take a look, and immediately closed his mouth with joy, he reached out to pat the man's shoulder, but was avoided, and then he had to laugh a few times and asked, "How do you have time to come?" Hey, no, how do you know I'm here......?

Ink Frost stumbled and didn't make a sound.

"Yes, I don't blame you. Then Suzaku touched his belly, knocked on the man's arm and asked, "Brother, do you have anything to eat, I'm hungry!"

Ink Frost glanced at him, took out a few pieces of baked cake from Huiyun's bag and handed them to him, hesitated for a moment, and then gave up the last fruit he had stolen.

Suzaku's fiery eyes seemed to light up, and he unceremoniously took the big meal.

"There is water. The man looked at the person opposite and couldn't swallow it a little, so he handed him the water bag directly.

"Thanks!" Suzaku said as he ate, "I guess you brought it to me on purpose, I'm afraid I'll be hungry." Sure enough, I didn't help you in vain last time!"

“......”

"By the way, in a few days, I'm going to do my homework with you. Suzaku said, swallowing the last piece of dry food.

Ink Frost said strangely, "You...... Do you still need to learn with those of us who are just getting started?"

"Yes!" the red-haired man sighed, and suddenly changed his bitter melon face, he leaned against the wall and said, "I...... I can't swim, I've gone from the first order to the fourth level, and I still can't. I've been given up on discipline!"

Ink Frost frowned and asked, "Is it difficult?"

"Of course it's not hard for you, it's hard for me! I have to get over my fear of water first, don't I? Besides, I'm still a bird! Have you ever seen a bird swim?!"

Mo Shuang glanced at the man and nodded indifferently: "Yes." ”

Suzaku exploded a thunderbolt: "What! You've seen me mess with you!"

"Ducks, geese, pelicans, ......"

"......" Suzaku choked and looked up at the sky.

Mo Shuang was amused in her heart, and asked quietly in disguise on the surface: "Isn't it difficult for others?"

Suzaku thought about it seriously, thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "It should be ...... Isn't it just fighting in the water...... No, in fact, I doubt that the left envoy has a problem with his brain, you say, isn't that the work of people of other genera and species? Why bother me with a person like me who is not only a fire, but also a bird?

"......" Ink Frost was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, "I thought you all liked him except me." ”

Suzaku glanced at Mo Shuang strangely, and accidentally wrapped his arm around the shoulders of people taller than him, fortunately the two of them were sitting at the moment, if he was standing, it was estimated that he would have to hang half on the man's body.

"Like? That's definitely not me. Don't talk about it, I scold him secretly every day!"

This time, Ink Frost didn't avoid it again, and he was a little uncomfortable letting Suzaku hook his shoulders and smile slightly. Perhaps he had finally found some common ground in an extremely unbalanced environment, so he opened a little window to the person who had this common ground.

"I don't like him either. Ink Frost said bluntly.

"What the hero sees is slightly the same!" Suzaku smiled: "But I heard that Zuo Quan is very good-looking and good-looking, so I am curious about this." ”

Mo Shuang said silently: "You...... Wouldn't want to see him. ”

"How could it be!" Suzaku continued heartlessly, "I want to see what the person who fascinated the Throne Girl of the Netherworld looks like in the first place. ”

The only few remaining flashes of light in the room reflected the deep eyes of the ink frost a little strangely, the pupils shrank slightly, and the eyes glanced at Suzaku casually and vigilantly: "What is it called...... Spell out the sister of the Netherworld Throne?"

"Haven't you heard?" The ruby eyes looked at the man in surprise, and Suzaku looked strange: "I'll go, this matter has already spread." Although it is only a rumor that has not gone down in history...... You...... Don't you know?"

Ink Frost shook his head seriously, he really didn't know, because he really didn't have the time or chance to know. He didn't dare to expect such a scene of sitting down and chatting like this, so how could he know about these things that had been passed down by word of mouth?

Suzaku looked at the man with a sad face, hesitated for a moment and was immediately relieved, he changed his comfortable position, lay down directly on the stone slab and said, "Probably ...... You let me do the math......" He began to fold his fingers and muttered for a while, and then continued: "It's about six or seven hundred years! You shouldn't have been born at that time......

"Long story short. Ink Frost unceremoniously interrupted the man's deliberations.

"......" Suzaku slumped down the tirade that was about to speak, and said very succinctly: "To make a long story short, the elder sister of the Netherworld likes our Zuo Envoy too much, and was so dazzled by him that she was then used by the Zuo Envoy, betrayed many secrets of her own clan, and even betrayed her own brother, and finally led to the destruction of the entire race. ”

"What do you mean is that the Demon Clan's destruction of the Netherworld has something to do with him?" Ink Frost was slightly surprised.