The rookie at Super Seminary wants to retire every day

Sitting on the transport ship, Yan looked at Chen Yan who was eating meat expressionlessly, and felt like he was watching a puffer fish.

Although Chen Heng's cheeks were only slightly puffed up, Yan inexplicably felt that he was angry now.

"Are you still angry?"

Yan tried to poke Chen Yan, and Chen Yan glanced at him calmly: "No, a gentleman says: Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping. You are not allowed to talk to me while eating."

"Oh, then you take your time eating."

Yan sat obediently beside him and watched Chen Heng eat. As he was eating, Chen Heng's eyes caught a glimpse of bright light outside the window.

"Wow, meteor shower, Yan, look, there's a meteor shower outside, do you want to make a wish?"

Yan looked in the direction Chen Heng pointed and was so scared that he almost jumped up. It was not a meteor shower, but a meteorite shower!

Before Yan could change the direction of the transport ship, beautiful fireworks exploded outside.

The fireworks came from the high-energy compressed shells that were continuously sent out from the wormhole. This operation made Yan immediately realize that this was the work of the devil.

Although the angel civilization is also proficient in wormhole technology, they do not often use thermal weapons. The demons are just the opposite. They are extremely fond of thermal weapons.

Chen Heng held a teacup and admired the fireworks outside with a comfortable look on his face. Yan subconsciously curled his lips as he looked at Chen Heng like this. What a peaceful life these days are.

At this time, the demon army that was carrying heavy loads and moving forward (crazy output) was cursing:

Devil A: Holy shit, why did the prophet Shen Yan run away again? Can't he just stay where he is?

Devil B: I want to ask, too. What the hell is he doing wandering around all day? And where are those guards? The meteorite is about to hit his face, but no one is trying to deal with it. What if he gets hit by that ancestor? Not to mention the serious injury, even a small cut would make Holy Kesha come to blame the Queen.

Demon C: Stop cursing. The superiors said that we should switch to laser cannons now. We must completely destroy all meteorite blocks to prevent any remaining particles from hitting the transport ship where the prophet is.

The demon who received the order had to stop complaining and quickly increase the firepower output, vowing to ensure the transport ship's safe entry into Fraser.

Demon Legion: Something can happen to Shen Heng, but he must not get into trouble within the protection area of ​​the demons!

Chen Heng didn't care about the demon's psychological fluctuations. Although this wave of meteorites shouldn't have appeared right in front of him, it was a rare opportunity to test the demon's firepower. Wouldn't it be a bit of a loss if he didn't use it?

The Retirement No. 1, hidden near the transport ship, was cooperating in recording the firepower data of the demon this time, and Ruoning and others also remained highly vigilant.

Even though Chen Heng repeatedly emphasized that there would be no problem, the transport ship did not have the ability to withstand the meteorite without damage. Even the shock of the collision could cause damage to Chen Heng's body, so they had to be nervous.

Fortunately, everything went well, and the transport ship successfully entered Fraser under the cover of demon artillery fire.

Ge Xiaolun felt very awkward sitting on the transport ship. Although he was specially sent here for support, he felt that after Chen Heng boarded the transport ship, the atmosphere of the entire space changed completely.

Before Chen Heng came over, the female angel named Yan clearly showed her interest in him. She sat opposite him with her legs crossed unscrupulously, and seemed not to care at all about her exposed white thighs.

Ge Xiaolun swore that he definitely didn't look at anything on purpose, it's just that Yan's skin was really white, so white that it seemed reflective.

However, this wonderful atmosphere was silently ended with the arrival of Chen Heng.

After Shen Yan appeared and sat down, he glanced at Yan's legs bluntly and chuckled: "I suddenly realized that Kesha's ability in clothing design is really outstanding. A simple skirt can give people a lot of benefits for nothing."

Upon hearing this, Yan immediately took out two thin blankets, one of which he covered Chen Yan with attentively, and the other one he prepared to cover his legs.

"The temperature inside this transport ship is quite low. Please cover yourself up and don't catch a cold."

"No, I have a nice figure and I am happy to show it off."

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Yan was stunned for a moment, then became helpless. Chen Yan is really a willful prophet. He acts like a fool when he is unhappy, but he is also very cute.

Yan was patient and continued to coax her: "Just because you have a good figure doesn't mean you have to show it to others."

"Really?" Chen Yan glanced at Yan's legs again, smiling.

"Yeah, I'll cover it too, can we do it together?"

Shen Yan suppressed the arc of his mouth and pretended to hesitate: "Then I will think about it."

"Don't think about it. You are so magnanimous and approachable, you will definitely agree to it, right?"

As she spoke, Yan Qiang covered Chen Heng with a thin blanket. Chen Heng absolutely could not get sick around her. Otherwise, she would have to endure Ruoning's cold stares for years, not to mention what she would have to say to Queen Kesha.

Thinking back to the last time Chen Heng had a stomachache after eating, Yan felt a headache. Although he was not punished, even Queen Kesha just smiled and said that he didn't need to be so restrained in front of Chen Heng, but the attitude of the Prophet Guard was not so friendly.

Especially the head of the guard group, Ruo Ning, whose contempt and contempt were written all over his face, almost every day he gave people the feeling: Is this all you can do? You can't even take care of one person, what else can you do?

This is tolerable and what is not, Yan never thinks that he is weaker than anyone. Ruo Ning is just experienced and has rich military achievements, so Yan never thinks that the other party is stronger than himself.

Yan: Isn't it just taking good care of Chen Heng? It seems like no one else will.

Chen Heng was forced to cover himself with a thin blanket but he did not refuse. He spontaneously took out some snacks and prepared to leisurely spend the short journey.

Yan cooperated to make tea for Chen Yan and cut the fruits.

"Chen Yan, what kind of strategy do you think we need this time?"

"It's enough to be in the limelight once. It's not appropriate for me to be in the limelight all the time."

"But are the combat capabilities of the enemy and us matched?"

"It depends on your performance."

Yan raised his eyebrows, looking expectant: "Is it enough for me alone?"

"You can still handle it by yourself, but this is a team battle after all, and the pressure on you will be great."

Yan thought, Chen Heng's combat power is neither high nor low, if he fights seriously he can be considered as a king level, but the most fragile one is the angel, so Ge ​​Xiaolun's combat power can be excluded for the time being.

If Chen Yan is serious, this temporary three-person team will definitely not be too weak, but Chen Yan said that he is under a lot of pressure. Does that mean he is not ready to leave? If so, then isn't Chen Yan a sitting duck?

"Chen Yan, your defense is very weak."

"I know."

"I definitely can't protect two people."

"Don't worry about me if I can't protect you. I have my own rhythm."

Hearing this, Yan Yan thought that Chen Heng was saying that he had a backup plan, and he felt relieved. Ge Xiaolun had good defense, so he didn't have to worry too much about his life safety. The situation shouldn't be too bad if he was the only one to fight with him.

The transport ship landed smoothly in Fraser. Chen Heng walked out of the transport ship, looked at the barren land and took a few deep breaths.

He smelled the scent of killing, far away but clear, the moment he left the transport ship.

Want to kill him so much? Wouldn't it be too stingy not to give him some face? After all, even training a dog requires both soft and hard tactics.