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Kônn walked slowly along the blood-strewn path, the same path that the Kingdom Guards were ambushed on their way home.

The viscous blood splattered under his feet, and the blood was mottled and dotted, and he bent down, his resolute and cold countenance, and his slightly narrowed eyes were infinitely cold.

Landing on one knee, in front of him was a pale face that was unwilling to look at him in despair.

His eyes widened like brass bells, and his mouth was wide open as if he were screaming in desperation, but a deep scar on his neck stopped him.

The blood had long since been drained, and the white neck bone was faintly visible in the wound where the flesh was open, which was his fatal wound.

His chest, shoulders, two jet-black arrows penetrated deep into his body, and the long sword in his hand did not let go until death, for survival, for glory!

Disheveled swords and bows scattered among the corpses of men and horses in the dim light, and a piercing and sharp birdsong echoed through the dark woods, indescribably gloomy.

Kinsloan stood up and continued the way they had returned.

There, the road ahead was completely shattered and shattered.

He felt that there had been fierce fighting here, and that there still seemed to be a chaotic flow in the air, and that the person who could cause such a situation would not be alone.

His men, his lieutenant Safirlan, appear to have been caught in the same ominous fate as he was.

He did not see Safirlan's body, believing that his lieutenant had escaped safely by this time, and that it was another thing to say that he was no match for him in battle.

After breaking through the cage of the law, Kinsloane, who felt bad in his heart, quickly came to the academy complex, but what he saw was the cruel scene after the suppression and tyranny.

Safirlan got his hands dirty!

He ignored the purpose of Safirlan's unauthorized actions, all he needed now was to find them.

Following the path the guards had left, Könslon soon spotted them, leaving him with a corpse that had once been alive.

He is a man with strong nerves, and his countenance never shows the fluctuating emotions of his heart.

And when he saw the unbelievable tragedy in front of him, he still made any moves, his eyes narrowed slightly, his fists clenched unconsciously, he was very silent, the silence was depressing.

Who would have thought that a simple task would cause such a result, I am afraid that only the person behind the scenes knows about it.

Turning back one last time, Kinsloan turned and walked away.

Someone will have to pay their blood debt.

……

"Are you awake?"

In the dim darkness, a flat voice came from his ears, and Tillant's tightly closed, trembling eyelids slowly opened a slit.

Shaking his head, his vision gradually cleared.

Strange and familiar roads, strange and familiar shades. He leaned back on a stone bench, his body gradually feeling the cold tactile stimulation.

"Where am I?" He asked, seemingly oblivious to the source of the voice.

"Wang Li Zhongyāng College." The voice said.

"I'm not dead?"

Tirrant, who was sitting on a stone chair, bent down and clasped his hands on his forehead. In a trance, he remembered that before he fainted, the world in front of him suddenly turned white, and the noisy noise of people and horses vaguely stayed in his memory, and his body that lost his balance and control fell heavily to the earth, and then, the world became dark.

"You're not dead." The voice said.

"Why?" His voice seemed to have lost its life, despair, and soullessness.

"Do you want to die?" The voice said.

"It's ironic that everyone is dead, but I'm the one who deserves to die, hehe-" Tirland laughed dryly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Life is meaningful and death is valuable, but what about me? The meaning of life has been lost, and the value of death has been stripped away...... I never regretted what I had done, but when I saw the sound of my companions weeping and wailing in the sea of blood, I realized that I was not as strong as I imagined, my selfishness, the illusory ideals imposed by me, they believed in me and followed me, and I led them into the abyss and hell...... I don't know, I don't know how to face those simple and immature faces, I'm afraid to live and meet thousands of times in my dreams, I'm afraid that death has no face......"

Xia Lan listened quietly behind him, he did not interrupt his painful self-report, when the hustle and bustle of the blood was gone, the negative feelings of the backlash overwhelmed the fading flames, after all, he was still a child, a big child.

It's like a reflection of oneself in the past.

As the years pass, the scenes of escaping pain will be buried deep in the heart, occasionally in the dead of night, alone, lonely to the moon, as if the nightmare of the past breaks through the heavy heart to prevent invasion, disintegrating the strong, corroding the body and mind......

The pent-up feelings always have to be released and vented.

Tears, talking to himself, this is his channel.

"Maybe you don't know that during the time you were unconscious, that black-robed friend of yours ambushed and killed all the Kingdom Guards who suppressed and slaughtered you."

Tirrant's voice grew fainter and silent, and Xia Lan spoke at the right time.

"What?"

As expected, the news shocked Tirrant's spirits, and his godless eyes seemed to have regained their former vitality, and when he turned around, he saw the mysterious person who emitted the source of the sound.

Strange faces, strange ordinariness.

Xia Lan smiled slightly and said, "Surprised? ”

Tillant stood up abruptly and looked at him, his clenched fists undoubtedly showing excitement, a strange smile suddenly tugging at his stunned face, and the unbridled laughter of nervous maniac laughter shattered the silence.

After a long time, the laughter distorted into bitterness, and the choked sound was mixed with occasional muttering inaudible words. When I laughed and cried, my body seemed to be drained and sat back on the stone chair, but my spirit was even more sluggish.

"I should have thought that their purpose was not just for them ......"

"Them?"

Sensing Tirrant's whispered words, Charan asked.

Tirrant's head leaning back on the stone chair looked sideways at Xia Lan, and a staccato chuckle came out of his throat, "Who are you?" ”

He didn't answer Xia Lan's question, which was expected, Xia Lan walked from behind the stone chair and sat down next to him, and said, "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I saved you." ”

"Do you think I'm going to be grateful to you?" Tilland Road.

Xia Lan glanced at Tirrant unexpectedly, and in his eyes, he saw a glimmer of clarity, it turned out that he had recovered to normal.

"No, it won't."

"Looks like you're well aware."

Tillant's chuckle smacked of sarcasm, he didn't know who he was, but he knew that he wasn't going to save him for no reason, he had his reasons, his purpose.

And none of that matters, what matters is what he can bring to himself?

Cooperation, utilization.

This is the fact that they are about to face each other.