Urban Madness

"Master Qinglong, the battle is coming soon, the monks in our barracks are still looser."

As soon as he walked into Qinglong's camp, Ye Fan immediately reduced the smile on his face and frowned and said to Qinglong.

Qinglong nodded helplessly.

"The Illuminati and the evil factions have been in a stable state for hundreds of years. Although people often harass at the border, it can be resolved very easily."

He sighed.

"These little guys are not very old, how do you know the cruelty of war."

Ye Fan also sighed. He knew the truth of being born in sorrow and dying in happiness.

Although these monks who have been stationed at the border all year round are much better than those in Guangming Pavilion, they still don't pay enough attention to war.

"They may not even have seen a few dead people. If this is on the battlefield, what should I do?"

Ye Fan suddenly remembered that after killing the four of Qingqiu Jun, the little cultivators who followed them were panicked when they saw the corpse.

"This is what I worry about too!"

Qinglong is obviously also very worried about this matter.

But the war is imminent, and there is no way to get nervous about this matter at this time.

"Master Qinglong, are there any teams in our barracks?"

Ye Fan asked suddenly.

Although he didn't know what Ye Fan asked for, Qinglong nodded.

"Yes, a team of fifteen people."

Ye Fan thought for a moment, said.

"There is still some time before the official start of the war. I plan to take these little monks in the barracks to take a walk in the woods and experience them."

Qinglong looked embarrassed.

"Suddenly there are so many more soldiers in our camp. It is not easy to hide it. There are many evil spies in the forest, just go out like this..."

Ye Fan waved his hand indifferently.

"It's okay, I would kill if I took them there."

Hearing what Ye Fan said, Qinglong was stunned for two seconds.

"You want to target those spies and let them..."

Ye Fan nodded.

"Let them see more dead people in advance, and they won't have that big reaction when they are on the battlefield."

Qinglong still wanted to say something, he opened his mouth, but didn't say a word for a long time.

"Hey, I'll make arrangements!"

Thousands of words finally turned into a sigh.

Qinglong walked out of the camp and looked at the busy figures in the Qinglong barracks.

These little monks, the latest ones to come, have been with him for a year.

Although some people are stubborn on weekdays, they have feelings after all.

If it weren't the border or war, he really didn't want these children to experience life and death long ago.

Thinking of this, Qinglong suddenly remembered that Ye Fan didn't seem to be very old.

Such a young human monk looked down on life and death, and he didn't know what he had experienced before.

Qinglong's work efficiency is very high, and within half an hour, a small team stood neatly in front of Ye Fan.

Ye Fan glanced at them and frowned suddenly.

"A team of fifteen people, why are you missing four people?"

As soon as the voice fell, four people ran over, panting.

It was the four people who bet against Ye Fan this morning.

When the four of them stood in front of Ye Fan, they were still gasping for breath, and they seemed to have just finished running.

"Master C, the four of us have finished running. Can we return to the team for the remaining fifty laps?"

The four said in unison.