When I got to the square, Hongmei blamed me: "Why are you pulling me?" ”

"We are outnumbered, and we think long-term"

At this time, Lin Wei shouted to a middle-aged man walking towards us, "Uncle Xu!"

The person known as Uncle Xu has a mustache, a Chinese face, a burly figure, and high convex temples, and he knows that he is a master at a glance.

"Wait here, maybe I can take you in. After Lin Wei finished speaking, she trotted towards the big man.

After a while, Lin Wei brought him over. I saw him smile and reach out to shake my hand.

"Are you not classmates?"

"I am" I hesitated, then held out my hand.

"You were the first-year champion of the last martial arts competition?"

"It's just a fluke"

"It's terrifying, it's humble, it's good. I've watched your competition, and with your internal cultivation, the championship is yours to no luck at all. He patted me on the shoulder and laughed, and the laughter was so hearty that it broke through the clouds.

He took the lead. Later, he asked me if I had participated in a martial arts tournament this year, and I explained the situation.

"That's great, it seems that this year's martial arts tournament is very interesting. He sighed, "It's a pity that this session is too serious to kill each other, and they can do everything at a young age." ”

We know he's talking about assassinations. Hongmei asked Lin Wei in a whisper, who is this Uncle Xu.

"He is a friend of my father, the head of the martial arts section of the Ministry of Education. ”

"Xu Changchang!"

"Yes"

Xu Changyuan is the champion of the 22nd and 23rd Indiscriminate Martial Arts Competitions, and I saw it on the honor list and thought about it for a long time.

Xu Changchang went up and said only a word to the guards, and the guards respectfully let us in. I think the right is really useful.

Entering the hall on the first floor, Minister Xu answered a phone call, and seemed to have encountered something more urgent, so he left first. We walked towards Zijun's office on the third floor. The road was empty, as if you had come to an abandoned factory. It wasn't until we arrived at the door of Zijun's office that we saw five people standing at the door, looking intently at the inside of the office.

One of the five people was Hua Han, who clasped her hands in front of her chest in a defensive gesture. One of the other four was Xu Shicheng, the son of the Minister of Finance who he had seen at Ling Bo's house last time. The other three, a woman and two men, had never been seen.

The woman had short hair, sapphire stud earrings, and wore a white shirt and loose-fitting high-waisted pants. With his hands in his pants pockets, he bit his lower lip from time to time. A man stood beside her, with a beard, sausage lips, and eyes like beans.

Another man stood next to Hua Han, and I couldn't think of a name for him where I had seen him. He wears a white T-shirt, has very white skin, has a medium-haired style, and looks like a very sunny boy.

I wanted to ask how Hana was doing. Hua Han glanced at me, made a gesture of speaking, and then pointed to the office inside.

Zijun was still wearing her skinny jeans and denim leather jacket, and her thick black hair poured down her waist. Wear a low-necked tight white T-shirt under the jacket. The snow-white breasts at the low neckline are round and almost jump out. She sat and leaned on the edge of her desk, her left hand lying across her chest, her right hand pressed against her left, and occasionally biting the knuckle of her index finger. Her face was very serious, and there was a bit of sarcasm in the seriousness.

Kiritsu stood next to her like an assistant, her slightly curly hair and long European dress. If he hadn't followed Zijun, his aura would have been suppressed, and he would have been a princess-like person.

Behind Zijun, who was originally in her position, is now our principal Ruan Bo Minh. He was under fifty years old, wore rimless glasses, always wore a suit and leather shoes, and dressed very formally. At this time, he leaned back in his chair, playing with the red sandalwood bracelet in his hand, and his eyes slanted over from time to time to see which man was talking.

The man, whom I had never seen, was a boy with a ponytail. Tall and thin. The waist is tighter than straight. A bit of Hu blood, with a high nose and deep eyes.

What surprised me the most was that the person leaning against him in the corner of the filing cabinet was clearly Bai Chen. Those two eyes glowed red in the darkness, like a vicious wolf. He seemed to see me too, and the red light became brighter and brighter, like a sword, a sword that wanted to kill.

There is another thing that shocked me no less than Bai Chen's existence, and that was a bag of blood cloth on the desk. The bloody white robe was tucked between a narrow sword the width of a finger. I remember very clearly why it was Aoi's sword, a sword like pine needles, and why it was here.