The power of the Phantom Bell is powerful, so there is also a taboo, that is, after using it once, it must wait at least three days before returning to the enemy, so now Yun Ji has nothing to fear.

Ling Luo looked at the sun in the sky, and knew that the hour had come, and the ceremony was about to begin, and there was no room for delay.

Gu Xi saw the anxiety in Ling Luo's eyes, so he blocked her behind him, and said to Ling Luo with a heart-to-heart connection, "Little Luoluo, leave it to me here, you hurry up and stop the signing ceremony!" ”

Now Ling Luo has no choice but to do what Gu Xi said, she also told Gu Xi with her heart, "Be careful in everything, don't fight hard!" ”

Ling Luo also ignored his injuries, and immediately flew away from here, silently praying in his heart, he must be in time to destroy this ceremony, must!

It was already noon, and everything was ready on the stage in the center of Syracuse, only the people from Jinyu were coming.

It is said that the representative of this signing is the young master of Jinyu - Xiao Ziyu, he is a legendary figure, as the only heir of Jinyu, but he has never been in contact with political affairs, but he is all good at Qimen Shushu, and his reputation often attracts people from all over the world to ask for help, but he himself rarely appears in front of everyone, and acts extremely mysterious, even if he appears in front of people, he always covers his face with a silver mask, and there are almost only a handful of people who know his true appearance.

After a sudden mist, a man wearing a silver mask appeared out of thin air on the high platform, although I don't know what his appearance is, but I know that he is an extremely noble figure at a glance.

Zhong Tong nodded respectfully, making the appearance of a gentle son, but there was a little flattery in his voice, "Young master, I've been waiting for a long time." ”

Xiao Ziyu didn't have a good impression of this Zhong Tong, who had never met before, and was completely disdainful of his flattery, his eyes swept to the four vacant seats in front of the stage, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his obsidian-like eyes, but then he returned to normal, flicked his sleeves, and said in a cold voice, "Let's start!" ”

Under Zhong Tong's glance, a middle-aged man with a mustache came to the stage and announced to the audience, "The signing ceremony has officially begun." ”

The people of Syracuse in the audience were all stopped by the guards, and their eyes were full of despair and helplessness, which was the bitterness and pain of watching their country become a slave of another country but unable to resist.

Zhong Tong had already prepared the letter of surrender and presented it by hand, in duplicate, with the seal of the King of Snow City, which was valid in all three kingdoms.

Zhong Tong first signed his name on the surrender book, and then waited for Xiao Ziyu to sign, the ceremony was completed, but he didn't do it immediately, the hand holding the pen was motionless, as if he was thinking about something wrong.

"Young master?" Zhong Tong whispered a little anxiously on the side, Xiao Ziyu finally came back to his senses, as if he had made up his mind and began to sign the surrender letter.

But as soon as the tip of the pen touched the paper, a flame volleyed into the air, burning the book in Xiao Ziyu's hand in an instant.

For a while, everyone present was surprised, and the people instantly became very chaotic, just when the guards were about to be unable to suppress the excited people, they saw a woman in green clothes floating over, it was Ling Luo who hurriedly came from the forest in the side hall.