Chapter 797 Voldemort

Human emotions do not resonate with one another, and when the battlefield black sheep was so desperate that it considered leaving a suicide note as a warning to friends, Li Changhe and the others were cheerily sorting through their loot.

After all, the battlefield black sheep wasn't human to begin with...

The team had already obtained quite a number of medals, and excluding the ones they had used, there were still eight left.

This pace was even faster than a lucky box with fate on its side. However, considering that He Feng managed to maintain that battlefield while collecting medals,

Li Changhe really had to admire him.

"If we have extra medals, we can use some," Li Changhe said. "These are all extra rewards, my wife pinched one, and a Skill Learning Card came out."