[Quick Wear] The villain always salivates at me

Leyle's eyes widened, and his face was full of shock and disbelief. This slightly exaggerated emotion distorted his slightly handsome face, making him look a little ridiculous.

"No, how could you...how could you have..."

He opened his mouth, his voice became hoarse, but he couldn't say anything else.

Isn't Lord a lowly mixed race? Logically speaking, he shouldn't have half the strength, nor can he inherit the talent of his parents, but now, why did he suddenly grow wings? What's going on!

Leyle's complexion became a bit ugly, and the crowd around him were no less shocked than Leyle. They stared straight at the wings behind Lord, whispering and discussing.

"Isn't he a mixed race? Why does he have wings..."

"That is to say, and don't angels judge the purity of bloodlines by the color of their wings? I don't think Lorde's wings have any variegation, pure white and flawless, and they are cleaner than the color of Leyle's wings..."

"His bloodline can't be purer than Rael's..."

"Tsk, then if you say that, wouldn't Leier definitely lose in this competition..."

"Rayle usually has eyes on the top of his head and looks down on anyone. I'm afraid he will suffer a big loss this time!"

The discussions of many people around were heard clearly in Leyle's ears, Leyle's face was flushed red, he didn't know what he thought of, and his face darkened a bit, he clenched his fists tightly, angry as if The sharp needle poked his heart little by little, and his eyes turned black for a while.

"To shut up!"

He turned around suddenly and roared loudly, the arrogance on his face could no longer be maintained, instead he lost his reason and demeanor, appearing a little crazy.

"I won't lose!"

Leyle squeezed his fist hard, the veins on his forehead popped out, his eyes were cold, hiding a bit of resentment and resentment.

After he finished speaking, he strode up to Lord and grabbed Lord's collar with one hand. He sneered, his eyes were gloomy, and his voice was full of disdain and contempt, "Say, are you using What kind of forbidden technique, that's why I have wings, I didn't expect you to use such indecent means in order to win me, if you can't afford to lose, just say..."

Compared with Rael's lack of grace, Lord just smiled without any warmth, pushed Rael's hand away with one hand, and then tidied up his collar slowly, his eyes indifferent.

"Your imagination is really outstanding. Now you can't wait to give me a hat. Whether I can't afford to lose or you can't afford to lose, everyone knows in their hearts."

"I didn't use the forbidden technique. I just researched the potion that can stimulate the power in the hybrid body. Under the effect of the potion, the power of the angel blood in my body can be stimulated to the greatest extent, so I grew a wing."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd.

Everyone saw that Lord was a hybrid with no power at all, but now he has grown angel wings, which is enough to prove that he has obtained the power from his parents' blood.

He has created a potion that can stimulate the power of the hybrid!

The achievement of this potion will definitely cause a sensation in the entire research community. After all, no one has ever successfully researched it, but now they have seen the changes in Lord.

Lord is a living example of success.

Now, many people turned their fanatical and excited eyes on Lord, so that this competition didn't seem so important in their eyes.

Leyle looked around, his expression became even uglier.

The dean of the School of Pharmacy at the side was even more pleasantly surprised at this time. He couldn't wait to talk to Lord about how the potion was made and what the relevant experimental reports and data were like.

But he was worried that Lord was still playing against Rael, so he suppressed his excitement forcibly.

He was so excited that his hands were still trembling a little. Taking advantage of the time of the competition, he sent a message to the students under his command, telling them to hurry up and grab someone later.

It is estimated that this news will spread in a short time, and those old guys will definitely come to snatch people by then.

I probably can't grab my old arms and legs, so I have to find some helpers at this time.

There was a bit of anger and gloom on Rael's brows. He was about to say something, but Lord was already a little impatient.

He frowned, and said lightly, "When we agreed on the competition, we didn't limit the method that must be used in the competition. Now I use my wings to compete with you, and I haven't violated any regulations."

"You haven't started the competition for a long time now, is it possible that you are afraid?"

"you!"

Leyle took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at the angel he had invited over, with a little pleading in his eyes.

The bright angel's eyes were cold, and his eyes stayed on Lord's wings for a while, and his fingers tightened unconsciously. He looked at Rael, and his voice was cold and a little unreasonable, "He has nothing question."

"Prepare for the competition."

As the referee, the Bright Angel made the final decision, even if Leier was a little unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

He took a deep breath, walked to the long pole with Lord, and made a ready posture.

The golden pupils of the bright angel looked calm and calm, and his voice was calm, "Start—"

The two of them rushed out like an arrow off the string.

Ruan Tang stared blankly at Lord in mid-air. His wings were broad and powerful, and his flying posture was even somewhat elegant. His long black hair was draped over his shoulders, and his gray-blue eyes were clear and bright. Bright and clean, under the sun, it looks extremely holy.

At the moment of take-off, a feather fluttered down from mid-air, Ruan Tang couldn't help stretching out his hand, and grabbed the palm of his own.

He stuck the feather to his heart, and stared blankly at the back of Lord flying away, feeling hot in his heart.

The devil's gene in his body made him innately at odds with angels. They called those angels with feathered wings birdmen, and they would quarrel when they met.

But looking at Lord, he couldn't bear that disgusting thought at all, but wanted to surrender.

The area around Ruan Tang's shoulder blade was a little hot, and his wings were a little ready to move.

Thinking of this, Ruan Tang couldn't help lowering his head, rubbed the ground with his toes, and held the feather aggrievedly, feeling a little inferior.

His wings are black and have no hair, which is not good-looking.

Ruan Tang squeezed the hot ears with his fingers, looked up into the air, and saw that the competition between Lord and Rael had reached a fierce stage, and the two rushed towards the clock tower one after the other.

Lord had a slight lead over Real.

However, at the moment when the two turned around and returned, Rael suddenly bumped into Lord.