Everything is left unsaid.

Then he turned around and looked at his two companions who were almost petrified.

"Everyone is here, a group of ten."

Looking up at the team registration hall behind the sea of ​​people in front of him, Mu Fan smiled.

With a slight shake of his wrist, a golden eagle wing badge appeared in his palm.

Raise your hand and clasp your fingers together.

Then he took a step forward, followed by three people.

Lu Qingxue, who was cold and arrogant, quietly watched the young man's proud back with admiration in her eyes, and walked quietly.

The crowd parted involuntarily because Mu Fan's temperament was outstanding at this moment.

The courage to make a decisive decision and the calmness from the moment he appeared made his peers feel emotional.

Regardless of the outcome, this magnanimity alone is worthy of the name of a tyrant.

Under the attention of the crowd, the four people walked deeper into the hall.

It wasn't until Mu Fan and the others disappeared for more than ten seconds that the crowd suddenly woke up from a dream.

Only then did I realize that I should follow up quickly to check the situation.

How will this impossible team of 10 people be formed?

Will the 10 credits of Arabian Nights really exist?

But just when this group of people was about to take action, a sharp-eyed student suddenly pointed above his head.
Chapter completed!