When Tianxing was having a headache about how to deal with this big mess, the inside of the Feng Group base was quiet, quiet and terrifying.

The heavy atmosphere is quietly spreading, like poison, secretly corroding everyone's low mood. Slowly becoming heavier, more and more depressed, and faintly uneasy.

In the conference hall of the new base of the Dragon Soul Ability Group, there was a large group of people sitting around the black crow at this moment. There are men and women, old and young. However, the dozens of people huddled in a conference hall were quiet, without a sound, and everyone's eyes were focused on 11. A pair of eyes may be annoyed, or regretful, or sad, or worried. And 11, who was surrounded by so many pairs of eyes, sat quietly as if he had nothing to do with himself, and did not say a word from beginning to end, as if he had surrendered to his fate.

The drunkard secretly looked at Agni, and the old Agni's face was ugly, even angry to the extreme. A gritted tooth, his eyes were rounder than a dragon's eye, and he stared at 11 with hatred, as if he was going to be eaten alive. But it may be that Lu Yang, the master of 11, is also here, or for other reasons, after all, he still endured it and didn't have a seizure on the spot. This also made the drunkard breathe a sigh of relief, what he was most afraid of was that the old Agni couldn't help his fiery temper, and threw 11 into ashes when he threw the fire. After decades of friendship, the drunkard is the person who knows the fire best, and if he really can't control his temper, he won't even give Tianxing face.

The drunkard secretly aimed his gaze at Lu Yang again, if there was anyone here who cared more about 11 than him, it must be a divine sword. Excalibur Lu Yang has only accepted such an apprentice in his life, although he has not taught everything he has learned, but it can be seen from the fact that he can spend all his efforts to tailor the moon dance steps for 11. And when he was chased by the dragon soul at the beginning of 11, it was Lu Yang who took a huge risk and secretly sent him to the Sword Sect to avoid trouble. This alone shows the 11 important processes in its mind.

Lu Yang's face at the moment had a slight trace of sadness, calm and with a trace of regret, and his eyes stayed on 11's body like everyone else. Probably sensing the drunkard's gaze, Lu Yang was slightly stunned and then turned his head slightly, and briefly made contact with the drunkard's gaze, and then the two of them looked away very tacitly, and they didn't communicate with each other.

The conference hall was still silent, silent. This has been going on for a morning, not because everyone is unwilling to help 11, but because he himself refuses to communicate.

In fact, the Feng Group snatched him back from the law enforcement team not to investigate the cause and responsibility, but to find out how to make up for the loss and help him tide over this difficulty. But since he came to the base, he has never opened his mouth, and has always sat there with his face as cold as ice, and anyone who spoke to him bowed his head like a log and did not respond. watched as the time was approaching noon, and everyone was gradually dying, and they were powerless except sighing. At this point, everyone can already guess what choice 11 will make, even if it is not what they want to see.

The drunkard sighed silently in his heart, but after all, he didn't speak again.

11 The basket that was poked this time was indeed too big, so big that so many people felt helpless, but it did not mean that there was no possibility of a turnaround, otherwise they would not have risked so much to snatch him back from the law enforcement team. But the only chance of life is that 11 himself refuses to cooperate, as if he has accepted his fate, and no matter how much everyone persuades, he is indifferent. Just like an accident that makes up for the loss of a sheep, the owner of the sheep is unwilling to repair the fence himself, and as a neighbor or just a passer-by, he can only watch but be helpless.

Hammered the forehead in distress, and at this moment, even the drunkard had a ridiculous feeling as if he was about to accept his fate. Raising his head to look at 11 again, the drunkard's eyes flashed a trace of gloomy look, and then glanced at the corner crowded by Shui Rou and other young members of the five generations, looking at the faces of these people all showing concern or pity for 11, the drunkard only twitched the corners of his mouth bitterly, and all the complicated feelings finally turned into a helpless sigh.

At this moment, the old drunkard who will laugh to the end even when the sky falls does not have an uninhibited smile on his face, and the mood of others is even more conceivable.

The time finally came to noon. When a series of neat footsteps came from the corridor outside, it also broke the strange atmosphere in the conference hall. At this time, everyone's eyes were once again firmly on 11.

"Knock knock!" the secretary general of the base appeared at the door with a team of fully armed soldiers. The door is open, and you can see it at a glance when you stand at the door. The secretary general knocked lightly on the door with his fingers, and said: "Team leader......" As soon as the words came out, he immediately noticed the strange atmosphere in the conference hall, swallowed his saliva, and couldn't say anything about the rest of the words.

Immediately behind the Secretary-General were two old men over half a hundred years old, one of them took a step forward, first looked around at the people sitting in the conference hall, and finally looked at Lu Yang and the few remaining second-generation masters of the Dragon Soul Fruit sitting beside him, hesitated for a moment, and finally looked at Agni again, and said: "Agni Team Leader, Tianxing has an order to bring Bing back to the headquarters." ”

Agni stretched his face and didn't speak, but the drunkard looked at 11 again, sighed and tried to make a final effort, and whispered in a hoarse throat, "Little bastard, it's your last chance." Although the drunkard's voice was very soft, his words were full of helplessness and regret.

After these words, the huge conference hall fell silent again, including the Tiger Group masters who had just arrived, and everyone's eyes were focused on 11 again.

Feeling the wisps of pinprick-like gaze around him, 11 still had a flat and indifferent face, and slowly stood up. The moment he stood up, the muscles in the corners of almost everyone's eyes jumped unconsciously, and then revealed a complicated expression. Even the fire closed its eyes, and out of sight was pure.

11And as these eyes went straight to the drunkard, they came to the table and stood still, and without saying a word, the two looked at each other quietly.

Only half a second passed, and it seemed like several autumns had passed. With the drunkard's face full of complicated expressions, 11 reached into his pocket and pulled out a work card with three large gold lacquer characters printed on it. Then he took out a sign, I don't know what kind of material this brand is made of, one side is engraved with the dragon soaring, and the other side is engraved with the blooming ice edge, which is the totem card of the dragon soul. 11And he put them on the table, and then he brought them gently to the drunkard, and turned and went to the door.

Looking at the two objects in front of him, the muscles in the corners of Jiujiao's eyes trembled uncontrollably. It was as if all the jīng forces were attracted by this work card and totem, and they no longer had the courage to look up at 11. It seems to have been expected that this glance will become a farewell.

Dozens of pairs of eyes watched the figure of 11 walk to the door, some clenched their fists, and some showed regret or disappointment, but after all, no one opened their mouths to stay. At this moment, 11's back looked so lonely and depressed, for some reason, looking at his back made people can't help but think of the warrior who was about to die, followed by an inexplicable sadness. At this time, someone finally noticed that the back of 11 was slightly bent, and it was no longer as straight as before. It was as if he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders, pressing his spine so hard that he couldn't stand up.

It was an invisible burden he carried, so heavy, so heavy. But he still carried it willingly and went all the way.

"Ice!" Just as 11 walked to the door, Shui Rou's voice rang out suddenly. In an instant, all the focus of attention immediately shifted from 11's body to Shui Rou's side. And 11 also stopped, tilted his head slightly, and squinted at her.

Shui Rou only subconsciously shouted out with impulse, and when 11 stopped, he didn't know what to say for a while. Under the gaze of a pair of dazzling eyes like pins and needles, she suddenly felt like an ant on a hot pot fidgeting, and she bit her lip in a daze for a long time before she held back two words containing all kinds of complicated feelings: "Take care of ......"

11 withdrew his gaze, nodded or responded, and walked on. As soon as he stepped out of the door, two armed soldiers came up and took out a pair of handcuffs. 11 Stretched out his hands and cooperated surprisingly, and did not resist and let them put shackles on himself.

It wasn't until the soldiers left in a huddle of 11 that the two Tiger Group masters breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. At this moment, this conference hall was full of the top masters of the Dragon Soul, and under the eyes of the whole room, even the two Tiger Group masters felt quite a lot of invisible pressure. The man who spoke before coughed lightly, smiled wryly into the room, and said, "That...... We'll go first, and you can continue. With that, the two of them hurriedly turned around and left, as if staying here for a moment longer would make people feel uncomfortable.

The footsteps in the hallway faded away, and there was silence in the conference hall again. After a while, Lu Yang suddenly stood up and dropped a sentence: "I'll send him off." After saying that, he walked on the first one to leave after 11.

Several second-generation masters sitting with Lu Yang looked at each other, but none of them said a word.

Agni still had his eyes closed, and his face was ugly. The drunkard gently rubbed the small flask in his palm, and the look on his face was uncertain. In the end, he sighed heavily, hammered the table hatefully, and got up without saying a word and chased Lu Yang away.

The people left in the conference hall are all looking at me one by one, and I look at you, not knowing how to decide. After a long time, Agni reopened his eyes, sighed softly, waved his hand weakly, and said, "It's all gone." This sentence seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and after finishing speaking, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes again.