Before the smoke could subside, another huge fire dragon burst out of the hole in the broken wall and slammed straight into the beautiful mural at the top, instantly exploding a large hole more than two feet long, and the brutal heads of several goblins fell along with the scattered stones.

The people in the room were panicked by the sudden attack and fled one after another.

The stones that fell from the roof just blocked in front of Qin Ziye and Wu Baijing, smashing the long wooden table directly through a hole, and the burned red stones burned the wooden planks below and smoked.

Wu Baijing's face turned a little pale, if he was a foot closer to the outside, then he would be smashed under the stone.

"My dad never told me that he would lose his life in the academy!Isn't Qinglan Academy the safest place on the mainland?"

Qin Ziye took his hand and walked around the scattered stones and wooden blocks to escape, when a voice floated from the other side of the wall:

"Xiaoyu, why do you bother? This is what your father personally promised. You only have to obey!"

Wu Baijing seemed to hear it too, and the two glanced at each other and immediately slowed down.

"Don't be delusional, have you ever asked her for your opinion?" This voice was very familiar, like the voice of the woman standing with Lin Xiaoyu just now.

"Xue Ziwan, it's none of your business, just get out of the way if you know each other. This is a private matter between me and Lin Xiaoyu. Don't think that the Council of Elders can't even deal with the waste princess of the royal family of Nanliang!"

Unable to hear whose voice it was, Qin Ziye and Wu Baijing took advantage of the temporary truce between the two sides and quietly approached the wall.

Everywhere on the other side of the wall were large craters that had exploded, traces of scorched flames, traces of water overflowing, scattered vines and branches, clods of earth and stones shattered into pieces, and marks of sharp weapons scratching everywhere. Apparently after a big war.

Far away from the door, there was a group of young spirit masters from various branches, hiding in the distance, secretly looking at the arrogant figure blocking the door with frightened eyes.

Near the door stood three men wearing the orange uniforms of the Lingdu Branch, the leader of the man was about seventeen years old, tall, calm and elegant, the staff inlaid with spirit stones in his hand was held in his hand at will, the smile on the corner of his mouth revealed madness, his eyes were greedy and tyrannical, and he looked straight at Lin Xiaoyu in front of him, like a vulture staring at his prey.

On each side of him stood a Lingdu Branch Spirit Master who exuded the spiritual power of a white spirit master, and the spirit master on the left side had long brown hair, a somewhat graceful figure, and the wide academy uniform was stretched out, faintly revealing his white underwear. In his right hand he didn't hold the staff that a mage was accustomed to, but a glowing crystal, and the yellow-brown sand slowly flowed from between his fingers.

The man on the other side wore a strange light-colored hat, and a thick gauze scarf obscured his appearance, standing on one side like a bamboo pole, silent, and seemingly non-existent. The several thin blades condensed by spiritual power hidden in his fingertips revealed his identity - a golden mage.

The three of them were fine except for a slight bruise on the Earth Spirit Master's left arm.

Wu Baijing said in a low voice:

"When did Qinglan Academy allow students to fight privately?

Qin Ziye didn't answer, Lin Xiaoyu in the field had already had several injuries on his body, a sharp wound on his waist cut through the white skin, leaving a not shallow scar, and the long azure hospital uniform was infected with blood in many places.

Xue Ziwan beside her was even more unbearable, the clothes on her back were scorched black, obviously a trauma caused by fire spiritual arts, her delicate cheeks were covered with large beads of sweat, and her clenched teeth showed that she was enduring the pain.

The words of return just now used up almost all her strength.

The pain of the wound on her body did not make Lin Xiaoyu's expression change in any way, her usual coldness and indifference made her heart feel cold, she only believed in herself, if she also panicked, she would lose completely.

Without the slightest emotion, he looked at the man who spoke. She doesn't like to talk and explain too much, so going straight has always been her way of answering.

"Gu Yuan, die!"

Lin Xiaoyu started with the spiritual technique of the white-level spirit master, and his clear voice sharply bombarded his eardrums:

"Water Spirit—Water Curtain!"

A large amount of water suddenly appeared in the air, and the haze obscured everything.

"Water Spirit—Water Dragon!"

The three of them, who were obscured from sight, carefully guarded against the water dragon magic that would come from nowhere. The sound of the water around them interfered with their judgment, and they didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

Qin Ziye could see clearly, the water curtain technique blocked the other party's vision, and the shouting water dragon technique was just a bluff, he used the churning water splash in the water mist to imitate the sound of the water dragon technique marching, and successfully deceived the other party so that the other side did not dare to act rashly.

And the two of them seized the time to replenish some elixir to restore their injuries and spiritual power, which was to drag each other down.

A wonderful strategy, but it doesn't change the outcome.

Lin Xiaoyu wanted to take the opportunity to break out, but the three of them blocked the main entrance, and she couldn't abscond without alarming the three of them. Looking around, she saw someone waving to her, it was the two disciples in the morning!

Lin Xiaoyu knew that the water curtain technique couldn't trap them for long, and if they delayed any longer, they wouldn't be able to get out. Looking at Xue Ziwan, who was almost unconscious, she knew that she couldn't hesitate any longer.

Reaching out to help Xue Ziwan's body, the two laborious jumps approached the broken hole in the wall.

I'm just one step away from the house!

Several people in the mist array sensed that something was wrong.

"Don't try to delay in vain, even if this place is bombed into ruins, and the academy can't feel it, my lovely fiancée, please bow your noble head and salute our future. Ha ha...... Fire Spirit Technique - Mountain Fire Technique!"

A sea of fire erupted from the mist, and the high temperature released by the flame directly evaporated the surrounding mist, and the misty vision became clear.

The line of sight was no longer blocked, and the three of them immediately found Lin Xiaoyu and Xue Ziwan who were fleeing.

Immediately, the three of them understood that they had been tricked, Gu Yuan's eyes became annoyed, he raised his staff, and a fiery red light immediately shot out from the top and pierced the back of the two of them.

Lin Xiaoyu was holding Xue Ziwan with both hands, unable to respond to Gu Yuan's attack at all, and she didn't have time to fight back at the speed of the rocket's attack. Looking sideways at the blood-red arrows of light that came at her, she knew she was powerless to resist.

Once she is taken away by Gu Yuan and his men, then what awaits her will be a life that is worse than death.

She pushed Xue Ziwan through the broken wall, but she faced the blood-red arrow that judged her fate.

The cheeks, pale from blood loss, stiffened and lost their former rosiness. The cold and indifferent eyes gradually lost their brilliance, and slowly returned to dead silence. The wind set off by the mountain fire technique shook her tattered skirt, like a lone goose that had fallen behind, and had no strength to struggle in the raging winter snow, and finally lowered her head, closed her eyes, and waited for the wind and snow to freeze it into the abyss, never seeing the light of day.

Ever since her father had promised herself to the son of the head of the Presbyterian Assent, she had refused and resisted, but in order to be able to relate to the behemoth of the Presbyterian Council, the sacrifice of an insignificant princess was nothing in her father's eyes. He tried to escape from the palace many times and was captured, until he finally hid in the famous Qinglan Academy in the mainland.

In vain, he thought that his father would not dare to confront the prestigious academy on the continent, but in fact, his father, who was known for his strategy, had already laid a net waiting to catch him. There is less than half a year left before the originally scheduled wedding, and perhaps, I will never be able to escape anymore.

Looking at those senior brothers and sisters who were afraid of the power of the Elders' Council and hid in the distance, even though many of them were wearing azure Lingfeng branch uniforms like themselves.

She curled the corners of her mouth self-deprecatingly, in this world, who would dare to disobey the authority of the Presbyterian Church, and who would dare to rebel against the Presbyterian people.

In this world, there are no heroes at all, perhaps, only one death......

............ Dividing line ............

I was very sad when I wrote this chapter, I was too infected by Lin Xiaoyu's feelings, and I always wanted to try to find her turbulent, struggling, confused, and desperate state of mind, and the text was also deleted, deleted, scribbled, altered, and changed. Barely make do. After writing it, I wanted to change the outline of the later Wenlin Xiaoyu several times. In the end, I gave up. Everyone has their own life and choices. Isn't it? There is only one ending to her experience that is most appropriate. But it's not the best. It's so sad.