The tail of the crane fell to the ground, his abdomen was still bleeding, but his hands were firmly on Zongren's ankles.

"You can't go in..."

A little nostalgic glance at the campus, the looming arch in the depths, his vision gradually blurred.

The hand that grabbed Zongren was like an iron tong, and he didn't move at all.

Seeing that in mid-air, accompanied by flames, only Xu Yuanqing was left standing alone in mid-air...

The die is cast.

This half a minute of time that I snatched it out by myself...

Nope.

"Damn it!"

Zong Ren became extremely irritable, stepped on the wrist of the tail of the crane, and crushed it hard.

But...

Gritting his teeth, he still didn't let go.

Just ignoring Zongren.

……

Qiu Xiaoxiao's expression was ugly: "You can't beat three or one, waste!" ”

After scolding, the black cat's tail swept over, forced Bai Begonia back, turned around and left.

The black cat was dim, attached to her body, and its speed increased suddenly.

Bai Haitang carried the glaive knife and chased behind.

Disappear into the streets.

And at the moment when all the high-level people were killed, some of the four-time awakened people turned around and ran, scattering in all directions, without hesitation.

Only those low-level awakened who are still in a frenzy are left, and they are constantly fighting.

Become cannon fodder and give them time to escape.

Seeing that there were already old students rushing towards the gate from afar, Zong Ren's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he stomped hard again, accompanied by the sound of bone cracking, and his hands were released.

And he turned and fled.

The rest of his life, who was still intercepting the crowd in the cult, stared at Zongren's departing back from afar, his eyes full of cold indifference.

As if to imprint this figure in my mind.

Xu Yuanqing landed slowly.

Staggered towards the gate of the Ink Academy, there was almost no intact place on his body, and the only remaining flames swept down, and the school gate was swept away.

Sitting down heavily on the steps: "Let them. . . They... Clean-up war..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyelids drooped and he fell asleep.

In front of the gate of the Ink Academy, only one student was standing, and there were corpses all over the place.

There was some silence.

At this time, Yu Sheng's face was also a little pale, with several wounds on his body.

Retract the dagger and walk to the doorway.

Lift the tail of the crane up and lean against the wall.

Walked to Sun Wen's side again, put his fingers on his neck, got up, and looked at Zhao Zicheng again.

Breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, the tail of the crane was still with its eyes open, watching the movements of the rest of his life, grinning reluctantly, and blood continued to flow down his mouth.

"After all, I still haven't escaped..."

His pupils were a little dilated, and his eyes fell on Yu Sheng, with an inquiring look.

Yu Sheng nodded: "All alive." ”

After hearing Yu Sheng's words, the tail of the crane coughed a few times, as if he had unloaded a certain stone in his heart, and his face became even paler.

The hands on his lap were deformed.

"I don't know if I'm still qualified... Let the academy bell ring for me..."

"But at least, I managed to save a few... A few good seedlings. ”

A heartfelt smile appeared at the end of the crane.

Relieved, relieved.

In the distance, an old student gathered over and stood outside the door, all injured.

But his eyes fell on the tail of the crane.

Solemn, solemn.

"138th, Miao Kang."

"138th, Qian Xin."

"138th, Sun Chuanwen."

In the distance, Bai Haitang dragged the glaive knife back with some disappointment, looked at the tail of the crane leaning against the wall, and was stunned.

Keep your body straight.

"139th, White Begonia."

In the corner, several new students who were still conscious, stubbornly leaning against the wall, exhausted all their strength, and stood up in pain.

"140th, Mu Yu."

"140th, Lin Xiaoxiao."

Zhao Zicheng snorted, opened his eyes in a trance, and a broken jade pendant fell to the ground from his chest.

Somewhat weak, intermittent ...

"The 140th ... Zhao Zicheng. ”

Yu Sheng stood beside him, looking at these people with solemn expressions, a little dazed.

"Class of 140, the rest of my life..."

He imitated these people and pronounced his name.

For some reason, my heart trembled slightly.

"Congratulations to the senior!"

"Congratulations to the senior!"

Everyone let out a collective shout, and the sound shook the sky.

There was a sense of sadness in the air.

"Congratulations to seniors..."In the corner, Yu Sheng's voice was not loud, just whispering softly, but the heart trembled more and more.

There is a certain emotion in my heart like a seed, wanting to break through the ground.

Most of the people present had very rosy eyes.

Although the crane tail is the name given by the academy, no one has ever really ridiculed or disdained him because of this title.

Once upon a time, when he entered the school, all he was known about was his brilliance.

Until the glorious end.

But...

He's still him.

The one who always has a warm smile.

The one who is always willing to stand in front of them.

In the truest sense of the word... Senior.

can always give people a kind of warmth in this chaotic ink academy.

"I... I'm not dead yet. ”

"To make such a fuss... What are you doing sensationalizing. ”

Still smiling as usual.

The gaze found the rest of his life in the crowd: "You are actually with... And I'm just like that. ”

"I've been thinking that if I... I've got a great talent, Awakened, what will happen..."

"In you, I feel... I saw it. ”

"Take it for me... Let's go on. ”

As he spoke, he coughed twice.

Yu Sheng silently looked at the person in front of him who was still seeing him for the first time, and nodded slightly.

Turning his head with difficulty, he looked at the depths of the campus with some nostalgia.

Until...

He saw it again.

The long-haired girl lost her former elegance, her pace was fast, even trotting, and tears kept falling from her eyes.

But when he was about to reach the door, he stopped.

Wipe away the tears from your eyes and slowly move forward again.

It's just as quiet as the two of them saw when they entered school that spring.

"You're after... It's still coming. ”

The tail of the crane was a little helpless, staring at the girl's face, and said softly.

The girl nodded, a little stubborn: "I'm coming, um... Be sure to come. ”

"In the future, don't walk out of that... The door. ”

"Waiting... Everything worked out that day. ”

"The future... Come on. ”

The tail of the crane barely raised his hand, but looking at the ugliness of his hands, he silently put it down, coughed twice, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth again.

But...

The girl firmly grasped the hand at the end of the crane, ignoring the blood on it, and gently pressed it against her cheek.

Close your eyes.

Tears flowed down his face and on the hands of the tail of the crane.

The crane tail looked at the girl stupidly, a little nostalgic, her eyes slowly closed, and her breathing stopped.

The audience was silent.

As if sensing something, the girl raised her head, looked at the deceased young man opposite her, and carefully and meticulously helped him arrange the hair on his forehead that was congealed with blood.