The Missionary of the Second Dimension

But this kind of beam attack is still going on, the strength of the special zone guard has been greatly damaged, and now the hospital is full of injured people.

Besides, even if they still have the ability to move, just relying on the ordinary armed personnel of the police station to come, besides giving away their heads, they will still give away their heads.

It is also unlikely that the garrison and conjuration troops protecting the Cornerstone Gate will be transferred to the border.

Except for a very small number of demon attack officers and demon mercenaries, there are no available troops.

At this moment, on the ruined building, the space trembled for a while, and then two figures, one tall and one short, appeared here.

"Why did I have to save him by myself!"

Xiandumu Aye stared at the bruised and bruised Yase Motoki lying behind with a displeased expression.

Because it was too late to avoid the particle beam attack of the metal life form, and he also didn't have the ability to fly.

If Xiandumu Aye hadn't appeared to snatch him away at the critical moment, maybe Xiao Gucheng's dog friends would have lost one.

"He is my student anyway, and you can be regarded as his teacher's wife, so don't complain so much."

Zhai Nan walked up to the unconscious Yase Jishu, with a soft holy light emitting from his hand.

Then the large and small wounds on the boy's body began to heal in a way visible to the naked eye.

"It's done."

Zhai Nan clapped her hands.

Although Holy Light Healing cannot restore physical strength, it has a very good healing effect on internal and external injuries.

For Zhai Nan, treating this kind of ordinary trauma is easier than drinking water.

"It's really a convenient ability."

Waking up faintly, Yase Motoki glanced enviously at the fading light on Zhai Nan's hand and said.

"Although it is convenient, it is not something you can learn."

Listening to Zhai Nan's merciless speech, Yase Motoki smiled wryly.

"The teacher still really doesn't give me face at all."

Then, the boy hunched over and got up from the ground.

"Teacher, why does that thing emit lasers? There is no such information in the information."

"Didn't you already see it? It's just a particle beam cannon formed by heavy metal particles."

"Isn't it something hundreds of years ago? Why do you still have these advanced skills!"

Motoki Yaze asked incredulously.

"You ask me, who do I ask? But it's nothing for you now, let's take those people behind you back."

As soon as Zhai Nan finished speaking, a large group of unconscious figures appeared behind the young man.

Those were the few members of the SAR Guard who survived the Sage's attack.

"My lord, you must make it up to me when you go back this time."

The crimson|red-eyed girl came to Zhai Nan's side dissatisfied and said.

"Uh..."

Yase Motoki looked at the woman who seemed to have a close relationship with the teacher, and only then did he see her face.

170 has smooth black hair that reaches straight to his feet, the gorgeous but deathly black and white kimono on his body, and the cold red pupils looking at him.

Motoki Yaze suddenly exuded a cool air from the soles of his feet, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

"Aye..."

Zhai Nan looked at the girl who seemed to have frightened Yase Motoki and sighed helplessly.

"Humph."

Hearing this, Xiandumu Aye then withdrew her aura as the "Secretary's Witch" and former lco general secretary.

Even though Xiandumu Aye behaved so well-behaved and gentle in front of Zhai Nan, she still treats others in the same way that she is the only one who respects others.

"Teacher, is she...?"

Yaze Motoki asked cautiously.

Although he was frightened for a moment, he still wanted to satisfy his curiosity.

"she..."

But before Zhai Nan finished speaking, Xiandumu Aye interjected first.

"The concubine is the wife of my husband."

"Master...Master's wife is good."

Motoki Yaze was shocked, and then put on a flattering smile.

But what I thought in my heart was, why not Teacher Nayue. .

Chapter [-] Flowing Life Form