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Chapter 702: A Rare Miracle

Lorenzo's words suddenly hovered in Dylan's heart, it was a double-edged sword, if it was used well, it would be a sharp weapon, and if it was not used well, it would harm oneself. Perhaps Lorenzo had already seen that this kid was talented, but unfortunately he was too angry. He looked at this girl carefully, it was indeed not small, but she was only eighteen years old, no matter how deep her anger was, what kind of mess could she make?

Dylan suddenly laughed at himself and Lorenzo in his heart, worrying too much. The Blood Continent is almost divided equally between the Secret Party and the Demon Party, and the leader of the Demon Party and the leader of the Secret Party have been united to the point that they are inseparable, he seems to be a little paranoid, and even a girl in the slum can imagine what big moves he can make. It seems that I have been living too comfortably these years, and I always want to make something happen to myself.

Dylan smiled contemptuously, "I have the heart to train you well, and if you don't want to, I won't discipline you more." ”

Alecto struggled to stand up straight, looking Dylan into the eye without a hint of fear, without a hint of wavering, "I do." She was still bland, as if Dylan's sentence just now was just a passing moment, and had nothing to do with herself.

She was satisfied, at least she wouldn't be hungry anymore, and no matter how hard her training was, at least she was beginning to see hope, something that had never been seen before in her eighteen years of life.

Dylan nodded with satisfaction, "I'll give you a day's rest today, and start training every day tomorrow." Whether it's a written exam or a fight, it won't let you sit idle. ”

"Then the subordinate retired." She turned to leave, and Dylan saw that several of her torn and bloody shirts had dried up on her body, so miserable.

"Stop." Dylan's voice was solemn.

Alector stopped and turned his head slightly.

"The second compartment of the cabinet on the left, there are clothes. In the third grid, there is wound medicine. In the fourth compartment, there is a blood bag, and when you finish taking it, go back. Dylan's voice was still unkind, but Alector felt so pleasant.

On that dark road, there seems to be a miracle.

Alfonso woke up from the bed in the dormitory in a daze, saw a bloody basin of water around him, a few bloody bandages, and an empty medicine bottle, and then reached out and touched a small hairy head, which was raised to reveal a pair of crimson confused eyes. "Are you awake?" Stella looked up, then glanced at her watch, "Ah, it's all at this point, there's still half an hour to gather, are you okay?" Does it still hurt? It's a pity I don't have any medicine here, oops...... What should I do......" She was awake for a moment, and panicked, like a bee that couldn't find a flower, and spun around the house. "Do you still hurt? It's too tragic to gather like this before the injury is healed...... Why is there so little medicine for my mother, you wait for me, I'll go back and find out, does it hurt a lot. Stella scribbled as she walked out the door.

The wrist was grabbed and pulled her back, "Stella, it's okay, I don't hurt my forehead." ”

Alfonso's cold temperature spread down her wrist to her body, and it was a strange feeling. Stella looked back at Alfonso's slender fingers and saw a strange light in her blue eyes.

"It doesn't hurt, really." This time he didn't thank him indiscriminately, breaking the embarrassment between the two people.

Stella was a little scared, trying to take his hand out but he was clenching it tightly, "That'...... That's it, then I'll go back. ”