And after that...

Lingwu High School, a seeded player, was defeated by ordinary universities.

So far, in the top eight, ordinary colleges and universities have occupied two places!

And there was one who didn't make a move.

The First World War was shocking.

The remarks that seemed to be crazy before, but at this time, he slapped his face silently.

They...

It's really going for the championship.

And after that...

Ink Academy, Ink Academy, Ink Academy...

The entire list of the top eight looks very monotonous, with only the names of Mo Academy, ordinary universities.

For a while, the faces of the heads of the three major colleges and universities turned black.

This year's situation...

It's so wrong.

In the past, although the Mo Academy often dominated the list, this year's dominance is a bit serious.

Time, Qi Tian, Yuan Zhong, Li Zi...

The quarterfinals have already accounted for four places.

Fortunately, Wang Youcai and Shen Feng were defeated, which can be regarded as saving a little face for them.

The end result...

There are four people in the Ink Academy and two in ordinary universities.

One Lingnian, one military academy.

But the man in the military academy was already in a state of serious injury because of his fierce playing style, and he was steadily eliminated from the eight-in-four.

Generally speaking, the three major universities have no face.

Ordinary colleges and universities became an instant hit.

In the discussion of many netizens, the rest of his life also quietly returned to the Mo Academy.

It's just that there is no welcome ceremony.

Even the Ink Academy was empty.

Zhao Zicheng, Sun Wen, and they all went out to take on tasks and make meritorious contributions.

Xu Yuanqing has just broken through, and it is said that he is reporting to Moge to strive for promotion and receive more salary.

The old students are nowhere to be seen every day.

I heard that Bai Haitang is still chasing Qiu Xiaoxiao's traces, and there are still no plans to go to school this year.

Obviously, killing Qiu Xiaoxiao has become a kind of obsession of hers.

The rest of his life came to the inner courtyard silently.

About half a day passed, and more than a dozen masters of Liujue surrounded Yu Mo and came to the Mo Academy again.

Everyone's expressions were extraordinarily solemn.

Two hours later, everyone turned around and left, carrying large boxes, very vigilant.

For the rest of his life, he returned to his dormitory and entered the boring cultivation again.

There is no discomfort, it seems to be taken for granted.

……

"You've been looking for me for so long, and now I'm here."

"Tell me something."

A middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance sat in the café so leisurely, took a sip of coffee, and said with a smile.

Zongren sat across from him, his eyes examining his countenance.

After a long time, he spoke softly: "I think the most important thing before we communicate is to be honest with each other." ”

"Oh?"

"Then you take off your disguise first?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, put down the coffee with his hand, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and opened his mouth lightly.

"You're laughing, I'm who I am, and I've never changed."

Zongren looked like he was about seventeen or eighteen years old at this time, a little shy, and he was wearing a pair of glasses, and he lowered his head slightly, looking full of youthful shyness.

The middle-aged man smiled, shook his head, and did not continue to speak.

For a moment, the café was quiet again.

Only in the distance, the owner of the coffee shop sits bored at the bar, as if thinking about the meaning of life.

"You've got five minutes."

The middle-aged man glanced at the delicate watch on his wrist and said suddenly.

Zongren nodded slightly, still not speaking.

It's like trying to make an appointment with the middle-aged man in front of me, really just to drink a cup of coffee.

Minutes and seconds passed.

It wasn't until there were only three minutes left before the time set by middle age that Zong Ren raised his head, and Sven pushed his glasses: "It's been so long, I don't know what your name is, just call you senior." ”

"Actually, you have made a series of targeted arrangements for the Divine Cult, and I have no hatred in my heart."

"After all, before this, I was just an inconspicuous little person in the Divine Cult."

"Now after the shattering of the Cult of God, what I have gained is far greater than before."

"But if the Cult of God is completely destroyed, then the Soul Hunter will no longer have a shield, so... We're still useful, right? ”

Zongren does not speak quickly and speaks in an orderly manner.

The sound is well controlled within a certain range, so that the owner in the bar in the distance can not hear it.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but casually picked up a newspaper on the shelf and looked at it seriously, as if he hadn't heard Zongren's words at all.

Zongren was not in a hurry about this, but just waited quietly.

"You're overestimating yourself."

"Without a cult, we can find another demon cult at any time, a cult or something like that."

"Even if we don't have these, we hunt souls..."

"Are you really afraid of the Ink Pavilion?"

The middle-aged man finally slowly put down the newspaper in his hand, said casually, glanced at the time on his watch, sorted out his expensive suit, and got up.

"I thought you would be smart."

"I'm overestimating you."

After speaking, the middle-aged man walked into the distance.

Zongren frowned slightly, and a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes hidden behind his glasses, but he quickly returned to his naturalness.

He didn't get up, but was still drinking the coffee on the table.

"But senior, if it's really like what you say..."

"Then we would have completely disappeared into history."

"I don't believe you really missed a few bases without noticing."

This time, Zongren didn't control his volume, and his voice kept echoing in the café.

It's just that the boss is still in a state of wandering, staring at the scenery outside the window with his eyes distracted, thinking about life.

"But it's still too naïve to negotiate with that."

"If it's a year from now, I'll probably still be interested."

"You're in too much of a hurry."

The middle-aged man paused, turned his head to look at Zong Ren in front of the coffee table, and said with a chuckle: "Is there anything else, my time is really precious." ”

"Until I don't have murderous intentions towards you, I hope you'd better not wear down my patience any longer."

When middle-aged speaks, he always gives people a sense of gentlemanhood, and his tone is as warm as water.

But what is said in it makes people feel a little chilled inexplicably.