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Chapter 404: The Heart of a Child

The eagle red grass in the space bracelet was taken out and sent to the general isolation area quickly. Although it was delayed for some time, it was still delivered before the second batch of infected people died of illness.

Mr. Lu prepared the good medicine for the plague as quickly as possible and distributed it to all infected people. Soon those with mild infections recovered their health. What the seriously ill people need is to rest for a few more days before they can reunite with their families.

There are joys and tears in the quarantine area. After experiencing the torture of plague and being attacked by demons, people are already physically and mentally exhausted. When all this is resolved, people in it will understand the preciousness of life better.

But they didn't know that the reason why they could survive the illness and invasion was because of a teenager and a sky eagle with mixed bloodlines.

The eagle with mixed bloodlines has been buried in a corner of this land, just like the totem mysterious snake quietly guarding the city in the West Lake. It is also the patron saint of this city. No matter how humble its bloodline is or how weak its strength is, this kind of kindness is buried in the soil and will inevitably be praised by people for thousands of years.

The young man who was carried back with his life by the Gray Eagle did not wake up until everyone recovered and he kept sleeping in the military doctor in the Western Fortress.

He had no soul and was an empty shell, but on the day when everything calmed down, his empty shell received the most noble tribute from the soldiers of the entire Western Fortress!!

Just like the Gray Eagle, he is weak and does not even have a military rank, but he is willing to give everything to protect everyone.

Seeing such a cold body lying on the ranks of glory, people clearly realized that what is worthy of respect and support is not high positions and age, nor powerful strength, but the innocent heart that has not been infected at all!

It looks extremely terrifying but may be the guardian of saving your life. It looks kind-hearted and takes over power. It may be a cancer that will trigger a disaster!!!

There are too many things worth reflecting on in this crisis, and there are too many things to remember.

I just hope that this tragedy will not occur in Hangzhou City in the future, and I also hope that in the face of danger, more people like Wang Xiaojun will stand up without hesitation. The White Demon Eagle Legion, which is terrified of the whole city at a young age, has no military rank but is not afraid of power.

It is often not a powerful enemy that leads everything to the end, but a cowardly heart that begins to fall and decay without any resistance. It will spread like a plague in the crowd, destroying everything...

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"Can't you really save him?"

Lingling said lying beside the ice bed that could preserve the remains, with a little expectation in her eyes.

Mr. Lu looked helpless when he touched his pale beard. He shook his head and sighed: "It is said that the highest magic of healing is to have the ability to resurrection. I have not reached this level, but I believe that someone in this world has touched it. But the so-called resurrection also requires the soul to be preserved. His current situation is that his body is well preserved, but most of his soul has been taken away. There is only one place in the world to save him."

Lingling hurriedly asked, "Where is it? Tell me quickly!"

Mr. Lu hesitated and finally spoke: "Parthenon."

A flash of Mo Fan's mind.

Parthenon?

It seems that this is the second time I have heard of this place, like a sacred place in a certain country. I remember that when I asked how to save Xu Zhaoting, Tang Yue gave me this answer.

Where is this, is the highest palace of the healing system?

If Wang Xiaojun can really wake up again, wouldn’t the Hangzhou government come forward enough to invite the healing master in the temple?

"Since you know where to save him, why don't you send him to the Parthenon immediately?" Lingling said.

Mr. Lu waved his hand and said, "I don't know much about the specificity, but in short, it doesn't make any sense to bring Wang Xiaojun there. They have the ability to revive their souls. On the one hand, they will never use it easily. On the other hand, they are now rejecting all visitors. Not to mention the municipal government, even the president of our National Magic Association personally requested it may not be able to get this soul repair."

"That's the one I don't have to save?" Mo Fan said.

"Let's just think he's been asleep for the time being. There may be a miracle. His soul will slowly wake up, and even if it's slim, we will take care of him." Mr. Lu said.

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West Lake

When I walked past the Sudi lined with willows, I looked like another way. Not only was the willow leaves floating in the sky and the ground, but the Sudi was full of tourists, and people kept looking towards the lake to the west, hoping to truly witness the totem mysterious snake with their own eyes.

Overnight, the totem mysterious snake became a scenic spot, attracting a large number of tourists to come here. People even forgot that the place was still on guard not long ago.

Unfortunately, the Totem Mysterious Snake has never appeared again since the end of that battle. What people see here is just a pool of lakes.

The incident of the totem mysterious snake has been reported, and people also clearly realize that there is indeed a guardian saint in Hangzhou City. No wonder this city has been attacked by demons in such a long history.

Everything has returned to peace. There are elderly people scattering on Sudian dike. Couples sit on benches to have a tryst. The tourists from the family slowly appreciate it. After the fear that enveloped the city completely disappeared, this peace and leisure can be seen everywhere... Only they themselves know whether people know how to cherish it.

"Hey, I'll give it to you." Teacher Tang Yue gently shook his black waterfall hair and showed a beautiful smile.

Mo Fan took the gift from Tang Yue with some confusion and slowly opened the things wrapped outside.

"What is this, hard and black?" Mo Fan asked.

"What you want." Tang Yue said seriously.

Mo Fan couldn't help but mutter, "What I want is you, Tang Yueren, okay? What are you doing with this thing?"

"This is the scales shed by the totem mysterious snake. You can use it to make an armored demon tool that protects the body parts!" Tang Yue said.

"Oh, why don't you give me more? I want to make a few more sets." Mo Fan looked at the snake scale material that seemed to be able to make one magic armor tool.

"This is not a strange scale, and the scales shedded are very difficult to melt. I found a very outstanding armor master to barely melt this little. Don't forget it!" Tang Yue said angrily.

The materials that can be made into magic tools are very special. They often need to be mixed with a demonic material with a one-percent probability that they are still small to forge, smelting, inlaying, and branding. There are basically not many different elements that can be forged in the snake scales shed by the totem mysterious snake...

If the entire snake scale can be used and can be mass-produced, magic tools are rare after all. Not only is it more difficult to forge, but it is also difficult to find the materials!

"It's good to have a protective suit." Mo Fan grinned, how dare he not accept Tang Yue's affection.

"Snake scales are very special materials, especially the totem Xuansnake... I recommend you to go to the Oriental Pearl Magic Tower to find an excellent forgeator to make. This snake scale cannot be controlled by any forgeator." Tang Yue reminded him.

"Well, I've been in Hangzhou for a long time, it's time to get back to school!" Mo Fan put his hands behind his head, smiling lazyly.

"You have made great contributions this time. Our Hangzhou Judicial Conference will give you a very rare place." Tang Yue looked at him with a smile.

"What quota?" Mo Fan asked immediately.
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