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Is he so happy that he's stupid?
Under everyone's envious, jealous, and hateful gazes, there's also a bit of astonishment.
They see Yan Haotian, Bai Yichen, Ru Yan, and Feng Haitang scatter to the sides, bypassing Chu Xinyan.
Then, they completely ignore him, brushing shoulders with him.
Chu Xinyan's hand has already stretched out, wanting to support the four people who are kneeling and paying their respects, to show his courtesy.
Then, the hand froze on the spot.
This … what's going on here?!
Their mouths widen in disbelief, and their eyes are filled with shock.
Just like that, they watch helplessly as the four people completely ignore North Ding Hou, Chu Xinyan. In the end, they go straight to Jun Muyan.
Go to Jun Muyan?!!!
What's going on?!
… …
Yan Haotian is the first to slowly kneel down.
His right hand clenches into a fist and presses against his chest, pressing against his heart.
No one can see that there's an unknown flame mark slowly flashing on his chest, waiting to burn.
A chaotic, vague, hoarse, but resolute voice resounds throughout the entire square.
"Ink Camp commander Yan Haotian pays respect to Miss!"
"The Ink Camp is now organized into 29,700 people, and 29,700 people are present. We are willing to obey Miss's command!"
Yan Haotian's voice pauses, unable to continue because it's too vague and hoarse.
He had his tongue cut off a long time ago. Later, even though he received the [Art of Magic Yellow] treatment, in the end, he still couldn't make a perfect and clear voice like an ordinary person.
But today, he wants to clearly say what he wants to say word by word, in front of everyone under the heavens.
He wants to tell this Master before him that he's willing to loyally follow for a lifetime.
Tell her that he hasn't let her down.
– From today onwards, you will lead the Ink Camp, join the major mercenary corps of the Xiuzhen Continent, and even form the strongest mercenary corps. I want you to become a sharp knife walking in the darkness, invincible, invincible!
He wants to tell her Miss!
The Ink Camp did it, he, Yan Haotian, did it!
They finally had the right to stand behind the Young Miss with dignity and become her most solid backing, not a burden.
The hoarse voice once again rings out. It's still muddled and indistinct, but it's resolute and decisive, each word sonorous and sonorous: "It's been six hundred and ninety-seven days since we received the order. The Ink Camp from top to bottom never slacked off, and now we've finally completed our mission. Request … to return to the Nether Flame Army! "
This sentence seemed to be a command, a signal.
On the eastern hillside, the troops lined up in front of the black spaceship uniformly kneel on one knee, right hand on the left side of their chest, and shout in unison: "The Ink Camp requests to return to the Nether Flame Army –!!"
Under their right fists, above their hearts, there was a flame symbol that was slowly lighting up.
…
Ru Yan wiped away the tears on her face and was the second to kneel down.
The same posture, the same hoarse voice, and the same joyful and resolute voice resounded between heaven and earth.
"The commander of the Heavenly Secret Battalion, Ru Yan, greets young mistress!"
"The Heavenly Secret Battalion has 6,080 people, and 6,080 people are present. We are willing to follow Young Miss's orders!"
In a trance, Ru Yan seems to have seen the distant past, when she met that god-like girl in the Ghost City.
Later, by a freak combination of factors, she followed at her side. From then on, the sky and earth turned upside down, the blue sea turned into mulberry fields.
Along the way, there's been laughter, there's been sorrow, there's been parting, there's been reunions, but there's only one thing that hasn't changed. Mobile users, please browse and read. For a better reading experience, please come to Ziai.
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