"Thank you, friends, for taking the time to participate in this meeting." Nandu's voice is calm and gentle in line with his appearance. Speaking of this, he also bowed slightly to the people around him, and many people present also made the same action. Such a situation made Yang Ling's face gloomy a lot, and Zongtian just continued to look at this magical square with interest.

"Although the future is still uncertain, what we want to discuss today is the handling of the Spirit King after all things are over."

I had been looking at the vertical sky in the square before, and finally focused my attention on Nandu at this time. The future is uncertain? Then it's time to discuss the aftermath of the Spirit King? The scene in front of me is like a group of wise scholars, inexplicably discussing some extremely naïve issues, and this makes Zongtian, a bystander, not know whether to say that they are taking precautions, or just being idle.

"Execute!"

"Not well, it's better to be exiled."

Just as Zongtian was still thinking about the previous question, there were already a lot of chaotic shouts from the crowd, and listening to their words, none of them seemed to be beneficial to the Spirit King. But it's no wonder, not to mention who Nandu can gather, the current problem alone is discussed on the basis of the dismissal of the Spirit King.

The original crowd was still just a whispering discussion, but uncontrolled things always escalated, so in this way, what was originally a quiet discussion gradually turned into a quarrel, and the whole square suddenly became an unusually prosperous vegetable market. At this time, the initiator did not react to such a change, he just sat quietly in the middle of the chaotic crowd, just like Yang Ling and Zongtian, just quietly observing.

"I don't think there's anything to discuss about this issue." Just as the situation was developing in an uncontrollable direction, a somewhat indifferent voice suddenly reached everyone's ears, and the silence quickly spread in the square.

It was a woman who spoke, and as she gradually walked towards the center of the venue, her appearance was completely displayed in front of Zong Tian's eyes. If Zongtian knew that the Spirit King was a woman before, then the face in front of him would probably be his imagination of the Spirit King. With short and capable hair, thin lips, and heroism, it seems that it is no longer enough to describe the strength of the person in front of him. Her eyes were a deep blue, cold and murderous, but there was only one such eye that could be seen at this time. It wasn't because of the limitations of his vision, but because the woman's other eye was hidden under a somewhat hideous blindfold.

To be honest, the blindfold is usually understood as a kind of youthful and frivolous illusion, but the feeling of the person in front of him makes it difficult for Zong Tian to make such a judgment. But what if there is an intact eye under the blindfold? At this time, Zongtian still couldn't help but think like this.

"It's Shuanglian." Just as the woman was about to walk to the middle of the square, Nandu also got up again, but for this uninvited guest-like character, he didn't show any surprises, could it be that all this was designed by him? Or is he just such a drifter?

Facing the greeting of the principal, the woman named Shuanglian did not feel polite, she just nodded slightly and took Nandu's place.

"For the Spirit King, death is the greatest mercy." With a neat turn, Shuanglian directly faced the entire square, and what was left for Nandu was only a somewhat ruthless back.

Although such words will make people feel a little disgusted, but in the face of such a categorical feeling, what Shuanglian is facing now is only quiet.

"Who is she?" Such a strange change naturally made Zongtian extremely puzzled, and Yang Ling's calm face also seemed to tell the truth of what he knew.

"The child of the Spirit King." The simple and clear answer says a lot, but knowing more makes Zongtian even more confused. Although Zongtian already knew the difference in the Spirit King, but being as scared as Xiao Jiu should be a normal reaction and sentence his mother to death? How can such a thing be unjustifiable, right?

Just when Zongtian was so confused, most of the people in the square were thinking the same. As a member of Ling Cheng, the name Shuanglian may be more intimidating than the Spirit King. Although the Spirit King is very terrifying, but that kind of horror is like a demon, which is difficult for ordinary people to touch, but Shuanglian is different, she is in charge of all the law enforcement agencies in the city, and her coldness is enough to make ordinary people extinguish the flame of evil in their hearts, and the justice hidden behind the coldness dilutes the cruelty under this coldness.

"A painless death is the best ending for everyone, and the Spirit King is certainly no exception." Firm words continued to come out of Shuanglian's mouth, but it was difficult for Zongtian to produce any sense of identity, but he was powerless to refute it, just like ideals and reality, even if he was too full of ideals, he would be easily beaten by reality.

"Love and poison are things that should not coexist in the first place, and eliminating such obvious irrationality is the basis for more people to live in peace."

Dropping these last words, Shuanglian left the scene freely, leaving only the silent people in the audience, not knowing what they were thinking in their hearts.

"Shuanglian's words are a little paranoid." After Shuanglian left, Nandu suddenly spoke, "But as the person around the Spirit King, as well as the enforcer of this city, her words still have a lot of weight. ”

"But ......"

But then there were some soothing words, but even Zongtian could hear it, although the long speech behind it was also convincing, but the opening few sentences were the key to making people stand firm, and why Nandu said that, it didn't seem too strange.

"Lord Demon Emperor, what's the situation?" After the discussion was over, Yang Ling Zongtian and the two naturally returned to the residence of the Spirit King, and Seth seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

"It's bad." Although Yang Ling's brow frowned slightly when he heard that title, what he said was only his answer.

"What about your evaluation?"

"A farce."

"What's the hell about it?" Hearing such an answer, the first person to ask a rhetorical question was Zong Tian, and when faced with Zong Tian's doubts, Yang Ling just rolled his eyes.