"You!" the guard commander was furious, secretly scolding you for having the nerve to accuse us of going back on our word. Now you should be the one who keeps your word!
"Leave the angel mark." Lu Fan suddenly said.
"What did you say?" This time, not only the guard commander, but also the group of strong men standing next to him had hideous and terrifying faces, and veins on their foreheads were pulsing, as if they had been touched by reverse scales.
The Liu family looked at each other in confusion. Angel mark? They seemed to have never heard of it before and didn't know what it was.
"I heard that the Angel Mark represents the highest honor of your Angel Hall. Only those who have participated in the special missions of the Angel Hall and have achieved military exploits will receive the Angel Mark personally issued by the Archangel of the Angel Hall. Leng Zhu has one, right? Like
For someone who loves showing off so much, he should always carry it with him and show it off to others."
Lu Fan chuckled, bent down and reached out, groping for a moment on Mr. Leng's body, and took out a silver angel statue from his arms.
The palm-sized angel statue is made of unknown materials. It has a simple texture and cold tentacles. The sculpture of a seraph holding a sword in one hand is lifelike. Holding it in your hand, an aura that seems to come from ancient times suddenly hits your face.