"Is there any water?"

The girl whispered.

An old student left, and a moment later he carried a basin of water and placed it in front of the girl.

"Thank you..."

took out a handkerchief, wet it, and gently wiped the blood stains on the boy's body, and after a while... The water in the basin was already bright red.

Everyone was watching in silence.

Silent.

Including Zhao Zicheng, who fell to the ground, twisted his head, stared at the tail of the crane, and gritted his teeth.

It's like acting in a mime.

"You like to be clean..."

"You should always go decently."

After doing all this, the girl got up and looked at the student behind her: "Fellow students, I'm sorry, because of my own reasons, I can't leave the inner courtyard for too long. ”

"Wenxuan's aftermath..."

"Please."

"Thank you."

As quiet as ever, he bowed deeply to everyone.

Everyone tacitly got out of the way.

"Senior Sister Chu Yu, it's serious."

Bai Haitang said softly.

"Thank you." The girl smiled reluctantly, took one last deep look at the former boy, and walked deeper into the academy.

gradually disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Stand next to the rockery in front of the arch and raise your head.

The rockery is still there, and the sun is still there...

The only thing missing was the boy.

Unable to control his emotions any longer, Chu Yu squatted down, clasped his hands on his knees, and sobbed softly.

Long...

The bearded drunk in the distance, still sleepy-eyed and scarred, as if he didn't feel pain at all, returned to his place and sat down.

Picked up the bottle next to him and poured it violently.

The smell of wine spreads.

"The human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze."

The drunken man sighed, like a drunken whisper, muttered, and fell asleep against the wall.

Chu Yu got up, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned his head again, glanced at the rockery, and finally entered the arch.

He's actually... I've been guarding myself.

It's like a rockery outside this door.

Heavy, down-to-earth.

……

In a homestay, Zongren's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he changed into a new disguise.

I waited for a long time in the vicinity to catch such a critical time node.

If he hadn't been discovered, he could have sneaked into the academy as the only one searching.

Even after the war, you can hide in a corner and slip away.

But it was discovered by such a guy.

Take a deep breath.

"Qiu Xiaoxiao is not dead, maybe... It's time for a change of door. ”

"This frontier city cannot be stayed."

His expression was cold.

He took out a stack of ID documents from the drawer, selected one of the same size, and smeared the photo on his face over the ID.

Soon, it was exactly the same as the photos.

"The Ink Academy will never give up."

"You've got to find a substitute for the dead..."

Muttering, all thoughts, constantly sifting through the right candidates in my mind.

……

Demon Suppression Pass.

"Retreat!"

The stalemate, the battle situation in the distance has become more and more inferior, Xiang Liu let out an angry roar, his cold pupils looked at Zhong Yushu, and stepped back.

The golden eagle also galloped backwards.

Zhong Yushu stayed in place, carrying a gun in one hand, and the blood dragon behind him rose in the wind, hovering in mid-air, dispersing the dark clouds.

The sun shines on the earth.

"This battle, a great victory!"

"Raise the majesty of my human race!"

The spear was held high, and it reflected the blood dragon in the sky.

A dragon's groan resounded through the void.

"Kill!"

Looking at Zhong Yushu's dazzling figure, countless soldiers exuded a fanatical aura all over their bodies, and their momentum skyrocketed, chasing after the demon clan.

In this battle, the Terrans won a great victory.

Yingjian Mountain, Zeshan Demon Clan has suffered heavy losses, and it may not be able to recover within a few years.

In the distance, Ji Hong, who had been in the rear of the demon clan, and Zhong Yushu looked at each other in the air.

smiled slightly, still a Confucian spirit.

Turn and leave.

With the spread of the news of the Demon Pass, the human race celebrated.

Laughter and laughter can be seen everywhere.

But what they know is always just a result, and they don't know how many nameless people have paid for this result.

On the city wall of the Demon Town, outside the city, there was a silent corpse.

Jiangcheng, the next day's Ink Academy, thirteen bells rang.

Jiangcheng Mo Pavilion, the pavilion master died in battle.

And...

A car key delivered to Zhao Qingyi.

The building, which is still quaint and majestic, still stands, as if it runs through heaven and earth.

The dark red walls add a bit of bright red.

But the city is still the city...

The people in the city are always changing.

Perhaps, just for one day, standing on the demon gate in the town, turning around when you are tired, looking at the high-rise buildings behind you, and when the lights of thousands of homes are lit, you can show a smile from the heart.

……

In this battle, Xu Yuanqing slept for three days.

When he woke up, the Ink Academy was back to normal operations.

The horn in the campus still sounded from time to time, the noise was a headache, and the sound was very cheap.

Once again, the old students are busy.

Seal the city gates, searching for the cultists who are still hiding in the city.

Strive to make the cult hurt at one time.

The rest of my life is also mixed in.

Compared with the previous silence, Yu Sheng has been talking a little more recently, and even occasionally, he is trying to take the initiative to greet and chat with people.

Unfortunately, because his brain circuits are so different, it is easy to stimulate people to thunder.

But he seemed to find some joy in it, and spoke frequently.

For a while, in the Mo Academy, all the old students avoided the rest of their lives.

Until three days later...

The funeral begins.

Zhao Zicheng and Sun Wen, who were still on the hospital bed, fell on the bed and strongly asked for the rest of their lives to be carried out with the bed.

Even Atai, Mu Yu, and Lin Xiaoxiao are in wheelchairs.

Including Dabai, he has weak qi and is wrapped in bandages.

Limped.

Among all the students, the most seriously injured are these newcomers.

Silently walked through the whole process of the funeral.

The atmosphere is silent.

Compared with the simple, optimistic, and carefree a few days ago, they have grown a lot at this time.

Fortunately, they learned what war was at a very early age.

Unfortunately, once youth, young ... In one night, it was already a thing of the past.

Chu Yu stood in front of the posthumous photo at the end of the crane, his long hair fluttering.

The breeze blows through her hair, revealing her serene face.

After staying in front of this photo for a long time, she looked at the vice principal and said softly, "I think... It's time to prepare your experiments. ”

After leaving such an inexplicable sentence, Chu Yu walked into the arch again.

Only this time, it may not be seen again for a long time.

In the academy, the last vestige of bonds has been broken...

Zhao Zicheng and others continued to go back to recuperate.

In the doctor's solemn expression, a bad news was given.

How many of them...

At least for more than a month, don't expect to do it again.

Bones are broken and internal organs are displaced.

Energy stimulates the meridians.

It can be said that it is a blessing to be alive.

Especially Sun Wen, at least for half a year, don't think about fighting.

Of course, he couldn't beat either.

While they were still immersed in this sad atmosphere...

Another shocking news came...