Class A underground training room

In the vast field, a man of about twenty-three or fourteen years old stood in the center shirtless. There was a space about five meters above his head, and the entire basement was illuminated by hanging fluorescent lamps as if it were daytime, and the saturated white light shone on the man's bulging muscles, and sweat infected his body. He's tall and perfectly proportioned, and while he's strong, he's not overtrained. At this moment, he was engrossed in his surroundings, and there were eight sword-wielding puppets beside him, although the appearance was not realistic enough, but there was a faint oppressive force that continued to radiate.

The man held his breath, raised the wooden knife in his hand, and maintained the posture of striking at any time. Sweat hung in his hair, like droplets. Suddenly, the surrounding puppets raised their wooden swords and slashed towards the man at the same time as if they were alive, each puppet's attack angle was different, and there were many deviations in the timing of the sword.

The man had already caught the puppet's sword, but he didn't panic. Still stance, waiting for the opportunity. Seeing that he was about to fall into a predicament, the man finally made a move. The veins of his right arm bulged up, wrapping around his hand like a dragon. When all the wooden swords were about to slash at him in the next moment, he let out a loud shout and immediately drew his sword.

"Drink!"

After an instant, the wooden swords swung by each puppet were knocked out in response, and they all landed in an arc about five meters away from the man, and even the time of landing was extremely uniform. As the sound of the wooden sword falling on the quartz ground sounded one after another, the man could be regarded as having completed this training. He took a long breath, as if feeling the beauty of success, and the man's chest rose and fell rhythmically with the rapid breathing.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

From behind the man came a crisp applause, followed by a sweet female voice.

"You've been chasing this blow for so long, and you've finally succeeded."

The man turned his head away, and a red-haired woman was standing in the rest area not far away, smiling and clapping her hands.

"You're here."

The man said these three words, but at the same time there was an unobservable smile on his face. With that, he threw the wooden knife on the ground casually, and without looking at the puppets that had no sense of oppression because they had no sword, he strode towards the red-haired girl.

The girl was now dressed in a dark white dress, with a pale pink flower tied to her chest, and a white off-the-shoulder dress with black stripes tightly wrapped around her ripening fruit. Her long, soft and smooth dark red hair was draped behind her like a waterfall, and her smart eyes contained a lot of emotion. The tips of the hair hang from the rounded forehead, and the velvety white and soft skin complements the long dark red hair.

The girl reached out and picked up the towel hanging on the nearby shelf and handed it to the man who was sweating profusely. She looked at the man's appearance like this, smiled slightly, and her eyes were full of feelings that could not be concealed.

“...... Are you here?"

The man was a little embarrassed, so he wiped the beads of sweat on his body and asked while looking for a topic.

"Not yet, but I'm here to ask you for leave."

The red-haired woman didn't hide it anymore, put away her smile and said a little seriously.

"Oh? Leave? ”

The man did not wear other clothes, but chose to put his coat outside, and when he heard the woman's words, he hesitated for a moment, and then sat down on the sofa in the rest area and said.

"I may need to be away for a few days, there are some things on the family side that I need to deal with."

The red-haired woman explained, not sitting down with the man, but standing still and speaking to him.

“..... Well, go ahead, there shouldn't be anything big for a while these days...."

The man thought for a moment, and then gave an answer. However, as soon as he finished speaking, he added:

"Need my help?"

Staring at the man's worried look, the red-haired woman smiled again, and she walked behind the man and leaned forward against his back. The woman placed her hands on his shoulders and gently massaged him. The red-haired girl's slender and delicate hands could be clearly felt through the thin coat. But although it looks slender and soft, it is very powerful when rubbed. Immediately, she leaned close to the man's ear, and the quiet and serene fragrance of flowers came to his nose, which lifted his body from over-fatigue and quickly lifted his spirits.

"Don't worry, it's just a request for mandatory attendance, and it has nothing to do with me."

The girl said this, and then hugged the man from behind, lying on his shoulder. The two faces were pressed together with her cheeks, and she could still feel the passion of the man who had just finished training, and the warmth that still existed. The two of them maintained this posture for the time being, feeling each other's presence, hoping that this time could be extended for a while.

Shi Wu'an dragged his badly injured body through the woods. At the moment, he was in a somewhat embarrassed state, with a heinous bloody hole in his chest, but fortunately it was not fatal. He ripped off the sleeve of his left hand and made a simple bandage at the place of his arm. At this time, he was in tatters, and he was completely different from before, maybe he didn't expect himself to be in such a situation.

"Damn, if it weren't for the two dogs, if there was only that "unicorn" or only that sissy, Lao Tzu wouldn't have been.... Cough... Ahem...."

He was half-reclining against an oak tree, and as he cursed, he felt a tingling pain in his chest, apparently the wound had begun to flare up.

"Looks like I can't finish this mission... Damn, let me catch it next time, absolutely... Ahem... cough cough cough ——!!"

Before Shi Wu'an finished speaking, he coughed and took out his mobile phone from his bag. He tapped his blood-stained fingers across the screen, the surface gradually contaminated with blood, and then he didn't hesitate to make a phone call.

"Duh... Honk....... Both...."

The phone rang several times in a row, but it still didn't get through. Shi Wuan pressed on the hands-free mode and put the phone on the ground. It's not that he's hypocritical, it's that he really doesn't have the strength to pick up things.

This call was made to the Demon Hunter Base to request support. Generally speaking, it will be answered soon, but now that such a long time has passed, there is no reaction, it is really a bit unbelievable, Shi Wuan began to have some doubts, is he about to be put to death? After a few rings, the phone finally dialed.

“Hello~！ What can I help you？ ”

However, unexpectedly, an unfamiliar male voice came from the other side, and his mouth was still in a foreign language. Shi Wuan subconsciously lowered his head to confirm whether he had made the wrong call, but it was clearly marked with three symbols.

"I ......"

There was no way, Shi Wuan could only choose to ask head-on. But before he could speak, there was a loud voice on the other end of the phone, as if two people were arguing. Although the voice was not intermittent, the other party spoke in a foreign language. He could hear the voices of a man and a woman on the other end of the phone clearly, but he couldn't understand what was being said, which reminded Shi Wuan of the powerlessness he felt when he was a student listening to a foreign language.

But fortunately, the sound of the argument soon stopped, and he vaguely heard the other party pick up the earpiece, and then, a crisp but unfamiliar female voice sounded at the other end:

"Uh... Sorry, it was an accident. This is the headquarters of the Demon Hunters, is there anything I can do to help you?"

This time, what the other party said was the standard Yuanxia dialect, which made Shi Wuan finally let go of his hanging heart for the time being, but he still asked cautiously:

"Who are you?"

The headquarters of the Demon Hunters in Xinyuan City

This morning, Yang Ao and Eliz had already arrived at the Holy Sun Demon Hunter Regiment, completed the handover work, and briefly got to know the members of it, at this time, he was lying bored on the sofa in the reception hall, his legs crossed and swaying. He had just been wandering around here, but as soon as he walked into the reception hall, he noticed that the phone was ringing. He hesitated for a while, but seeing that no one had come, he planned to have a "telephone reception" that he had never had before, but before he could finish a few sentences, he was discovered by Eliz. So Yoo, who was idle again, could only lie on the sofa next to him and watch Eliz call.

"Whose phone is it?"

Xia Xi also walked in when he heard the phone ringing, and when he saw that Eliz had already answered the phone, he asked.

"He said his name was .... Shi Wuan. ”

Eliz hadn't heard the name, so she could only pronounce it and ask Xia Xi for help.

"Shi Wu'an? Why did he call? Is the mission accomplished? ”

Xia Xi asked three questions curiously, and then took a step in the direction of Eliz. On the other hand, Yang Ao's side was still lying bored, and Bi Jing couldn't understand what the two were saying.

"Mr. Chris, do you want to come and have a good fight if you are so idle?"

The group of three also walked in, and Xie Yuxian, one of them, saw that the "guest" Yang Ao was doing nothing, so he spoke, of course, in Erleigang's language.

"Huh!? What are you talking about? ”

Zhao Youping, who was in the trio, was caught off guard by this sudden Erleigang language, and asked a little confused.

"Huh?"

Yoo, who had been in a completely unfamiliar environment, suddenly heard a voice that he could understand, and immediately grabbed his attention. Yang Ao turned his head and glanced at Xie Yuxian, showing a curious look, but replied:

"I'm not interested, why don't you tell me about what's fun here?"

Although he was interested in the girl in front of him who spoke Erleigang, he was not interested in this kind of thing. Of course, it won't be because of cowardice, but simply thinking that this kind of outcome is a predestined thing is boring.

"What is this man talking about.....

Zhao Youping tilted his head sideways and said to Xie Yuxian with an embarrassed expression, but the latter ignored him at this time.

"He wants us to introduce him to something to do."

Feng Xutao interjected on the side, solving his doubts for Zhao Youping.

"Huh!? Why, even you know how to speak?"

Zhao Youping showed an incredible expression, as if he felt out of place.

"The basics of the basics, are you a fish that slipped through the net of compulsory education?"

Feng Xutao held a folding fan in his hand and said coldly while knocking on his shoulder.

“.... It's not that I don't understand it at all, but after all, it's useless for a few years... Still, some basic conversations are fine. ”

I don't know if Zhao Youping is saving face again, and he said in a hurry.

"Oh~ Really? Then you show me your hands and take a look. ”

Feng Xutao put his arm in his arm, pointed his chin at him, and motioned for Zhao Youping to have a conversation with Yang Ao.