The sun was shining, shining a little golden light on the sprinkled gold paper, and Tianjing stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the unknown words slowly emerging on the paper. The ink is smooth and done in one go, even if you don't understand the meaning, you can also see that it is a masterpiece of calligraphy with profound skills.

Tianjing didn't wear a cowboy hat today, and he was in the room with the best weft lighting all day, and the small horned tortoiseshell-like luster on his head was very conspicuous.

Gao Xin sat in the guest seat of his hand, facing the electronic clock that could project the deadline for the vice principal's return, "Principal, it's been a few days since Lan Fengrui was received. ”

"Then send it back. ”

The school board had already unanimously agreed to return Lan Fengrui to the Twenty-Seventh Covenant, after all, although Tianwei was strong, in the face of the Twenty-Seventh Covenant, which was composed of defectors from twenty-seven countries, he still couldn't openly say that he would fight.

The return has already been decided, and Gao Xin has always thought that the reason for waiting for so many days is because the principal is considering the escort candidate, so the question is logical, "Have you decided who the escort is?"

"It has been decided a long time ago," after so many days of thinking, he finally made up his mind, this time to go, if they are still willing to follow, they will not be disappointed, "It's me." ”

"Headmaster!" the whole world knows what this decision means, and there are only so many people, and Gosin is of course one of them, but the world is no longer full of devastation as it was at the beginning, and it is a great price to pay to achieve that dream!

"Don't worry," Tian Jing threw a handful of safflower tobacco into the small stove, "that kind of dream back then... I was too impulsive, and now I want to entrust them with a greater cause. ”

Before the words fell, Tianjing was no longer visible in the fog of safflower tobacco...

Twenty-Seven Covenants, the Middle Covenant Sanctuary.

The marble round table had been ceremoniously polished, so bright that the faces of the five men were clearly reflected. An ascetic in a linen robe, a big man with only a vest in the middle of winter, a gorgeously dressed man who has not yet changed into a killer suit, and Yan Shuo, the person in charge of the twenty-seventh covenant.

In the past, when they sat here, their words and deeds were more solemn than this **solemn conference room**, but now, their faces are red, and their hands must be tightly clasped on the table to ensure that their bodies do not jump suddenly.

Even the oldest ascetic among them had not personally experienced the things that their predecessors hated for life, but now, the man they had known since birth was coming, with the same goal they had ever dreamed of.

The goal is that person's life, and there is only that one person, although it is still far away, but the whole twenty-seven covenants live only for one person, then they must know this person to the bone, and understand that his movements every minute and second are extremely clear.

Yan Shuo's hand holding the Eternal Sword trembled slightly even if he suppressed it in every possible way, and at this time, his mind was in chaos, he only remembered that his father, who should have lived longer, was betrayed by the most trusted leader, and constantly held meetings with all kinds of people, working day and night just for revenge. Even, when he died because of this, when he clenched his hand vigorously, there was only one sentence repeated - "Kill him." ”

Beyond the distant mountains, Tianjing's figure appeared, and there was Lan Fengrui who was still in a coma beside him; in the next second, he broke through the barrier between the Twenty-Seven Testament Illusion Group and the Space Group without hindrance, and put down Lan Fengrui without anyone noticing; in the third second, he was already standing beside Yan Shuo.

"Are you Yan Tao's son?"

"Yes. "Not close enough, not close enough... After decades of training, Yan Shuo thinks that he knows him better than Tianjing himself, every part of his body, where the reaction is slower, where the defense is weaker, he is not afraid of the changes in Tianjing over the years, because some things still exist no matter how they change, not to mention the habit of the long years.

"Is your name Yan Shuo?" Back then, the kid who was full of flaws in his eyes once proudly told him that if he had a son, he must be called Yan Shuo, this name was taken out by him after a long time in the dictionary, and it sounded very powerful.

"Yes. "Tianjing is approaching him step by step, there is no doubt that one of the five will be the one who will complete everyone's mission, and the others will not be able to move, because his senses are very keen... You have to wait until you get close enough to stab that place... You only have one chance, because he will never let those who harm him live in the world...

"It came too suddenly, there are no other people from the Twenty-Six Covenants here, right?" Gathering fellow believers from twenty-seven countries, not that era, not himself, Tianjing believes that there will be no such miracle.

"Yes, there is no opportunity to inform. Yan Shuo was still watching the daily training of the young killers when he felt the approach of Tianjing, and if he had enough time, he would definitely let the strongest of the twenty-seven covenants replace him in exchange for a higher kill success rate. But even if he is not the strongest of the twenty-seven covenants, he is willing to fight to the death, which is the most honored, but that's it.

"I've heard about my predecessors, are you willing..."Beyond the speed that can be observed by the human eye, Tianjing's figure instantly appeared in the corner of the diagonal direction, a drop of blood, slowly falling down the neck, like thick liquid gold, but with a scorching color...

Between the distant mountains, Tianjing swayed out, he subconsciously touched the small wound, the epidermis had already healed, and the wound really stopped dripping blood?

"It turns out that you hate me so much..."Tian Jing muttered to himself, they used to drink inferior rice wine on the kang in a very poor environment, and behind the scenes that no one knew, they laughed and made a seamless plan, however, from that moment, from the moment he gave up on these talented and loyal people, everything would not be repeated, "The only, the last goal... Kill me..."

It was so quiet behind him, he swayed, and walked away step by step.

In a few days, this shaky figure shook Russia, France, Belgium, Italy, Romania, Bulgaria... What was left behind was a dead silence behind him...

Tonight and night, you are already an enemy, and I will kill him.

Tianwei, Principal's Office.

In the blink of an eye, the headmaster, who had been missing for many days, returned to his place, and the luster of the small horns on his head was slightly dim. Tianjing looked around, and despite not being there, Tianwei seemed to be working well.

"You're back. "I didn't hand over the authority when I left, and there can only be one reason why Tianwei can maintain its operation - someone who has management authority like him is back.

"You look tired. "In the same flash, the bright red Tang costume appeared in the guest seat, and after the trilateral meeting, he was engaged in negotiations with District 51, and the vice principal has not returned to Tianwei for a long time.

"I'm fine. Tianjing sat down in his office chair and looked at the vice principal.

"A phase of diplomatic talks has passed, and most of the things to be discussed have been successful," they can only talk about business between themselves, and the vice-chancellor knows it, "but District 51 has a request, and if it agrees, they are willing to become first-class allies with us." ”

Tianjing listened silently, noticed a letter on the table, slowed down his heart rate, and reached out to open it...