"Can you remember her?"

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

"You are indeed not an ordinary person."

Anle: "Answer my question!"

At this time, the room was already tense, as if a bloody and cruel battle was about to take place at any time.

"Before that, tell me... were you sent by the Blood Warlock?"

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

"Blood Warlock?"

This is another word for peace and strangeness.

But when he thinks about the "Holy Blood Seed", it is not difficult for him to guess that this may be the name of "blood tribe" by outsiders.

Anle responded: "I'm not."

After hearing Anle's words, the old dean's vigilance slowed down slightly, and it was obvious that he had relaxed a little.

But obviously, he did not fully believe in Anle's words.

After hesitating for a while, the old dean decided to tell Anle part of the truth.

Anle has already arrived here. If he doesn't give some explanation, he will definitely not give up.

"Don't worry, Lingxi..."
Chapter completed!