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Three hours passed in a flash.

With the help of this period of time, An Le quickly adapted to the enhanced Blood Fighting Technique, and by the way, used the [Mad Believer Body Training Technique] to exercise his body.

It needs to be mentioned.

During the past six days, An Le used this precious time to exercise every day after entering the church.

Even though it was not like the first time to "invite the gods to the upper body", but that experience made An Le's body remember those grotesque and bizarre movements, and the practice was naturally more effective.

An Le's physique has been greatly improved, and she can almost beat herself twice as much as she was six days ago.

There is also a strange thing about this body forging technique, that is, it cannot be practiced outside the church.

may be.

In reality, the signal is not good, and it is impossible to contact the omniscient Lord of Chaos?

Now on the panel, it shows——

[Blood fighting technique (+1) (light gray)] (+)

‘It’s really a simple and plain description.’

An Le is very curious, how much "+" will it take before the quantitative change will lead to qualitative change, and it will leave the "light gray" level?

It's not like some online games, "+13" and "+15" don't come to an end, right?

Although these issues are important, they can only be said to be insignificant compared to what Anle has to deal with in reality.

"It's time for a showdown."

under the oil lamp.

An Le's eyes glowed magnificently with blood.

*****

late at night.

Inside the orphanage, the room of the old director.

The room was pitch black, with only a few rays of moonlight sneaking in from outside the curtains, preventing it from falling into complete darkness.

And a kind-hearted old man was sitting at the desk next to the bed.

He didn't even fall asleep!

Under the faint light, the old dean picked up a pen and recorded some words in a notebook with yellowed paper.

The darkness around him didn't seem to have any effect on him.

Those dim old eyes were extraordinarily clear at this moment.

【Lingxi】

【Gender: Female】

【Age: Ten years old】

[Race: Subhuman—Rhinoceros]

[Character: Lively, cheerful, innocent, smarter than ordinary children]

[Hobbies: sweets, pretty skirts]

【Adaptation Level: A】

These contents are displayed in notebooks like archives.

——As far as the thickness of the notebook is concerned, before Lingxi, there were still many children's information recorded in it.

What the old dean did was to lightly draw a "√" mark at the end of this page.

He turned to the next page, and the tip of the pen stayed on the paper for a long time, and finally wrote——

【Anle】

【identity? civilian? Suspected Blood Warlock? The possibility of them sending out spies is not ruled out. 】

【strength? E-level transcendents may be stronger than ordinary E-levels, and they must have killed people! 】

【character? 】

Compared to the neat format in the Lingxi archives, the description of An Le is more like a random guess, and it will be recorded wherever it comes to mind.

Every time the old dean wrote a line, he had to think and hesitate for a long time, and wrote a lot of question marks.

He is also uncertain about many of his speculations.

At the end of writing, the old dean used a big "?" as a terminator.

It seemed to express the doubts in his heart.

"well"

The old man sighed faintly, his eyes obviously flashed with worry.

"My time is running out."

"We can no longer allow such unstable factors to exist."

The old dean closed the notebook, put it in the iron box under the bed very solemnly, and was about to roll over to bed and fall asleep.

Sudden.

On the face of the old dean, the lush hair grew wildly like weeds in the spring field.

The bridge of the nose and lips and teeth elongate forward visible to the naked eye.

Sharp fangs protrude.

The ferocity of a beast is in the eyes.

Not only that, the whole body of the old dean is undergoing terrifying changes.

His body expanded outward for no reason, his joints creaked, and even his standing posture changed.

The poor pajamas wrapped tightly around him, taking on a size it shouldn't have.

"who?"

The sound that spewed out from the old dean's throat was very close to the roar of a wild beast.

His cold eyes swept towards the door.

The door was slowly pushed open.

Under the moonlight, An Le stepped into it.

"An Le."

Seeing that pretty face and handsome figure, the old dean did not relax at all.

Rather, he became more and more vigilant.

The body that almost turned into a beast leaned forward slightly, and the sharp claws were opened-this is a posture that can attack at any time.

"Old Dean, good evening."

On the other hand, An Le's expression and demeanor are the same as usual, with that warm smile, he looks like a kind and friendly big boy next door.

But it was his appearance that made the old dean feel chills in his heart.

Even though the old dean thought that his strength was still above An Le, he had to admit——

——He has never seen through what kind of person An Le is!

——What is hidden under that smile?

This unspeakable fear has been lingering in the old dean's heart for a long time, and it has become more intense as An Le has been practicing [body training] these days, but he has always concealed it very well.

Of course An Le didn't know what the old dean was thinking.

Just amazed at his current state.

werewolf.

The first thing he thought of was this kind of creature that existed in the legends of the previous earth.

Thinking about it, it's not surprising. Since there are even races like "vampires" and "bloods" like "holy bloods", it's normal to have "werewolves" as their old enemies, right?

After thinking about it for a while, An Le suddenly understood why the old dean was so wary of him.

Since Ross of the Black Blood Gang would mistake him for a fellow clan, the old dean who is a werewolf may naturally make the same judgment.

But whether it's a misunderstanding or something else, it doesn't matter now.

An Le came here to have a showdown with the old dean, to find out everything.

"Old Dean, I just want to ask you—"

"Where is Lingxi?"

An Le looked straight at the old dean, with a rare cold tone.

"You still remember her?"

The old dean's expression changed slightly, and his pupils shrank.

"You really are not an ordinary person."

An Le: "Answer my question!"

At this moment, swords were already tense in the room, as if a bloody and brutal battle was about to break out at any moment.

"Before that, you tell me... Are you sent by the blood magician?"

The old dean gritted his teeth, but his attitude was tough, and he refused to give in at all.

"Blood Warlock?"

This is another An Le unfamiliar vocabulary.

But thinking about "Holy Blood", he can easily guess that this may be what outsiders call "Blood Race".

An Le responded, "I'm not."

Hearing An Le's words, the old dean's vigilance eased a little, and it was obvious that he had relaxed a little.

But obviously, he didn't fully believe An Le's words.

After much hesitation, the old dean decided to tell An Le part of the truth.

An Ledu has already come here, if he doesn't give some explanation, he will definitely not let it go.

"Don't worry, Lingxi"

Just when the old dean was about to reveal the truth, a sudden change occurred!

Thanks to "qrfeng" for the reward of 1500 coins! Thanks for the reward of 100 coins from "Hidden Myriad Realms"! Thank you so much!

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