Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Chapter 295: The Parade 

Sylvia's POV: 

As soon as [I got back to the dormitory, Flora immediately pushed me towards the bathroom so that I could wash up and go straight to bed.

"It's already ten o'clock! Hurry up!"

Flora’s voice sounded from outside the bathroom.

"Okay, okay.I'm getting dressed."

Just then, my phone pinged.

Harry just sent me 10 GB worth of videos, all about fighting techniques.I absentmindedly clicked on one randomly.

Immediately, the video played and a dog's loud barking sounded.

Startled, I muted my phone hurriedly.

"Sylvia? What the heck are you doing in there?"

Flora knocked on the door a few more times impatiently.

"Nothing!" I looked around for an excuse.

"There's still shampoo in my hair.I'm going to go rinse it."

As the sound of running water echoed in the bathroom, I continued to browse through the videos Harry sent me.

The one I had just clicked was called "Mad Dog Fist".

move that would take one's opponent

of the

a mad dog,

was an unorthodox martial art technique, there were a

one, I should learn to fight my opponents without

had to be ruthless

of videos, most of them were ordinary

against watching any more

I now had a general idea of what I should do,

the door, demanding that I hurry up.So I quickly finished

my eyes closed and tried

following day

bustling, ready for the military parade that

from military school.He was still full of youthful vitality, and his passionate voice echoed across the square.He seemed

he had teft for Black Moon Pack for several days now, but we heard no news from him until now.I couldn't help but feel

"Sylvia, look! It's starting!"

jumping up and down like a little

parade to the central square, protecting the national flag.The rest of the soldiers

after, it was the armored

sun, while the missiles

me

the country was powerful could its

peace was someone

moment, I suddenly felt as insignificant as an I

to join the army and

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