Reaper's Wings

Just when Song Dong was about to ask his own question, the attacks of the uncles stopped unexpectedly, and then an unexpected person appeared in front of him.

Han Dingtian.

How could she appear here.

"Teacher Han!"

Just when Song Dong was wondering, he heard his four uncles shouting respectfully. It looked like a mouse seeing a cat. This beautiful vice president turned out to be the teacher of the 'advanced class'.

When Song Dong looked at his four uncles again, he found that they had apologetic smiles on his face, but they didn't speak because of Han Dingtian.

It seems that Han Dingtian arranged all of this. Before Song Dong could ask anything, Han Dingtian said: "This story tells you that any relative may betray you, and there is no kindness at all on the battlefield."

After finishing speaking, Han Dingtian turned his head and left, and her voice came again: "You have 15 minutes to talk, and then double the amount of training today."

The four uncles were still happy when they heard the first sentence, but the next sentence directly turned them into eggplants beaten by Shuang.

When Song Dong watched the woman leave, four words appeared in his heart, "exposed domineering". It's a pity that this kind of woman can't be the emperor.

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For this 15-minute meeting, the four uncles paid twice the price of extra training, so when Han Dingtian left, the four of them immediately started talking excitedly.

"How about Wangtou?"

"Has our Fifth Chapter been rebuilt?"

"I heard that Bie Zhe became the head of a special forces regiment, is it true?"

"Has our regiment leader really become an army commander?"

"..."

The four of them and the other four who made outstanding contributions to the Fourth Army had already left before the Fourth Army was recast. They didn't know a lot of information, and the questions they asked were incoherent.

This is the uncle I am familiar with. Song Dong's face was filled with a smile, but suddenly Han Dingtian's words just now appeared in his mind again. Maybe the person he is so familiar with will be the one who will attack you in the next moment. What you want to tell me is this .

I, Song Dong, will not let such a thing happen.

After all, time was limited, so Song Dong roughly told a few uncles about what happened in the Fourth Army during this period.

After listening to it, Cheng Ye, who was once a broken mouth, was the first to sigh with emotion: "Hey, I didn't expect such a big change."

Back then, there were only four of them left in Wang Dong's first investigation team. Although their future was bright, the brothers who left would leave forever.

"Let's not talk about that, Xiaodongzi didn't expect your strength to become so strong. The four of us joined forces and didn't get any benefits."

In the past six months, the four of Cheng Ye have undergone earth-shaking changes through their further studies at Tianyi College. Before, they were just soldiers at the bottom with no culture, and they had only blood and battlefield experience. The chemical reaction, now they are fully qualified to master a corps.

In addition to learning the conditions to become a team leader, Song Dong has also seen that the strength of the four uncles is the pinnacle of great warriors, and they can step into the martial arts at any time, but this is not their main acquisition. Song Dong found that their bodies are extremely energetic The body has been strengthened, the hidden wounds in the body have been healed, and the infinite potential has reappeared in these ordinary people like them. Tianyi Academy has really put in a lot of effort.

"Hey." Song Dong smiled but did not answer Cheng Ye's question, but changed the subject and asked, "By the way, when will you go back?"

"We have learned everything we need to learn. As long as we advance to the rank of martial artist, we can go back."

It was Xie Ming who answered Song Dong. He was the only one who attacked Song Dong just now, so he knew that Song Dong was already a martial artist, but he didn't say it out. He was just happy and gratified for Song Dong. He was rescued from the sea of ​​fire by them. Babies that come out have outgrown them.

"By the way, how did you know Vice President Han, and she seems to be very interested in you."

"You can actually arouse Vice President Han's interest, Xiaodongzi, you wish for luck!"

"..."

Through the words of several uncles, Song Dong can imagine what kind of shadow Han Dingtian left in their hearts.

Just when Song Dong was about to tell the scene of meeting Han Dingtian, Zhao Hu suddenly shouted: "Ah, there is no time."

15 minutes is too short, it's over.

"Little Dongzi, we are leaving, you have to take care of yourself, and we will look for you when we leave."

Several people were talking and running, looking at the expressions on their faces, Song Dong knew that it would not be easy for them to double the training.

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……

Song Dong, who was standing on the viaduct again, had a serious expression on his face.

"Sickle, you mean, when Han Dingtian said that to me just now, he added a little spiritual charm?"

"Yes."

"No wonder I paid so much attention to what she said just now."

"Then it doesn't matter that my uncle studied under her for so long."

"Her spiritual charm is very weak, and it can only happen slowly in the subconscious, and it cannot directly control people. However, if it goes down for many years and makes a decision at a critical moment, this subconscious change will explode."

"The moment of critical decision."

Song Dong's heart turned rapidly. If not only my uncle's advanced study class was taught by Han Dingtian, but also many previous advanced study classes. A seat requires these people to make choices at critical moments, Han Dingtian's mind is already very clear.

"She really wants to be queen!"

Although all this is still Song Dong's guess, but Song Dong has a hunch that this guess is true.

There must be a change in the South Korean Empire, and the time for this change depends on how long Han Dingtian can endure.

"But this may also be my opportunity. As long as my plan can be realized, no matter who is in charge of this world, I will look at my face."

During the half year of recuperation in the Fourth Army, Song Dong was not only practicing, but also a huge plan was forming in his mind, and scenes of the pervasive Deathwing mercenaries in his previous life emerged in his mind.

Let the storm come harder!

"By the way, Sickle, is the thing I asked you to prepare a few months ago ready?"

"It's been prepared a long time ago. In fact, I prepared this thing for Yi when I was on the earth. It's just that there is no vitality on the earth, so it is left aside."

"It turns out that there is such a thing, that's really great, let my plan start from here!"

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Three days later, Zhuang Fan came back and Song Dong went down the mountain.

According to Zhuang Fan's description, Song Dong came to Li Qing's inn, and Li Qing was very surprised by Song Dong's sudden visit.

"I thought you would come down with Fan'er." Li Qing smiled and let Song Dong into the room: "Fan'er Shi, I still have to rely on you and the little hero Yanting to take care of me at Tianyi Academy."

"Don't worry, with Zhao Yanting and I here, Zhuang Fan won't be bullied in any way, and his future will be unattainable."

"That's good, that's good!"

As he spoke, the smile on Li Qing's face disappeared.

"What do you want me to do, tell me!"

This drunk scholar has an indescribable awareness and determination.

"Oh, why do you ask that?" Song Dong said with bright eyes.

"I am self-aware. Although Fan'er has some talents, he is still far behind you. It is not worthy of your close friendship. Especially for Fan'er, you are willing to offend Southern Tianqi. From then on, I knew that We, master and apprentice, can no longer leave you."

Zhuang Fan had obviously told his master the scene of the last assessment, and Li Qing had figured it out since then.

"I, Li Qing, have nothing in my life. I only have such an apprentice. As long as Zhuang Fan is good, I can do anything. Tell me what to do."

There is no love without reason in this world, let alone loyalty without reason.

"Ha ha!"

Song Dong smiled, this Li Qing was much smarter than he imagined, and it was convenient to talk to smart people.

"How many years have you been at the peak of a great martial artist?"

But Song Dong didn't immediately state the purpose of his trip, but asked such a question.

Li Qing obviously didn't expect Song Dong to ask this question suddenly. He was taken aback for a moment, then fell into deep thought, and finally said: "It's been ten years!"

It was this ten years of inability to break through that allowed Li Qing to devote all of his body and mind to his apprentice Zhuang Fan, and since then he has established a deep family relationship.

"Ten years, it's not too short." Song Dong's voice was more bewildered: "Do you want to break through to Wuzong and see the scenery other than the great martial artist?"

"what!"

Li Qing stood up in shock, why didn't he want to break through to Wu Zong, and thought about it for ten years, but he couldn't believe that an 11-year-old boy said that he could break through suddenly, even Bi Fang, a martial sage, couldn't do it.

Song Dong saw Li Qing's disbelief. Song Dong's words shocked everyone in this world, but unfortunately Song Dong is not from this world, let alone the death scythe. Their appearance here is the biggest shock in this world.

Without speaking, Song Dong took out something from his arms. To be precise, it was a book as dark as night, a book covered in Sanskrit like the black chain at the tail of the death scythe.

But besides Sanskrit, this surface also has this world.

In fact, since Song Dong asked Reaper's Scythe to prepare this thing, the work of Reaper's Scythe is only translation.

Li Qing recognized these two characters.

"Breaking the military!"

This book has an unbelievable magic power, Li Qing is like a gambler at the gambling table picking up his last card, his expression is so fascinated.

Then Li Qing opened it, and never closed it again.

From Song Dong's somewhat darkened heart, a vague thread emanated from this dark-as-night [Pojun] book, like a thread of fate, twirling the doll on the other end.

This is the real gift Death Sickle prepared for Song Dong.