night.

Wang Li Central College, Comprehensive Building.

Xia Lan was hiding in a room in the building. He leaned against the window, and his head was poked out, staring at the outside of the building.

As the moment when the kingdom guards were dispatched, the murderous aura they carried on alarmed him in the bushes. He knew that what he was expecting finally had a turning point.

Turning around, harvesting, everything is unknown.

The members of the Blood Banner Association followed Tirrant's order and dispersed. What they didn't know was that an uninvited guest had been quietly in it in the building they had inspected.

Because of distance, because of interference, because of caution.

He could not hear Tilrant's conversation with the kingdom guard general, and the scene he saw could imagine that the development of things would never be so good.

The leader who caused the riot in the college reflected a lot from the moment he took the stage to give a speech.

For example, he is a person.

Will he easily admit defeat?

He has the impulse, thought, and philosophy of his age. There is no doubt that to some extent, he is an excellent young man.

Maybe he is not rational enough, maybe he is not calm enough.

And these times will slowly change, but he did not leave himself time.

Moving back to his eyes, Tilrant turned around and looked at the members who were with him. If everything went smoothly, they would not have come to such a situation. What should come will always come.

"I won't give in."

He turned his head and looked at Safirland firmly.

"What is the meaning?" Safirlan pointed the whip at the group of members behind him and said, "You have lost. In the end, the resistance will only cause your friends and compatriots to die because of this. Is it just for your own selfish desires?"

"No, if you see these people for my selfish desires!"

Tilrant spread his hands, a proud smile appeared on his face.

"Because they are the same people as me, willing to be martyred for their ideals!"

"Unreasonable."

Safirlan shook his head, pulling the reins in his hand unconsciously, and the horse under his crotch swung his mane back and forth, and the horse's hooves were pedaling impatiently.

"Young people, you should live in the future."

"Someone said the same thing to me."

"Why?"

Why, even though you know this, why do you still have to be stupid and persist?

Stubborn, unimaginable stubborn.

"Adminton, can you look at the future of this kingdom optimistically?" At this time, Tirrant suddenly asked back.

"Yes, because I've always been an optimistic person." Safirlan said calmly.

"Even if the kingdom is overturned?" Tilrant asked immediately.

"Yes."

"But everyone is not you. They don't have your strength, they don't have strong nerves, and at that moment, for them, it is a complete destruction."

Tirrant said slowly: "The kingdom is not the kingdom of His Majesty's nobles. What constitutes the kingdom is the ordinary people who live in this land. To overthrow the end of the world, perhaps His Majesty and the others can survive, but those people are dead because they have no power to protect themselves and can only let the strong ravages. In the past, now, and in the future..."

"In the eyes of nobles, those people are just lowly people. They will not care about their lives or death, they will only consider the gains and losses of their own interests."

"But the last one who protects this kingdom is the nobles you despise." Safirland interrupted.

"Yes, because they control everything in this kingdom, only they have this ability, and their purpose of protecting this kingdom is to protect the interests they have lost." Tirrant sneered.

Safirland chuckled, as if he was ridiculous at his naive remarks.

"It's ridiculous?" Tilrant said as if he had seen through his thoughts, "So, you won't know us."

"When you stand in a different position, your ideas will also repulse each other. In our world, this is the world." Safeelland said.

...

"Guards--"

Safirland had given up his persuasion and raised his whip.

Armor metal collision, sharp sword unsheathed.

"Blood Flag—"

Young and tender face, long sword trembled.

"We will not obey the brilliance of the people who rule the kingdom, with hypocritical, greedy and flattering faces, and we will not obey the awe of the glory of their desires and charming power!

"Humiliating thoughts, sleeping, intoxicated, numb! Listen to our final announcement!"

"We are willing to weave your crown of freedom with the sincerity of blood!"

Tilrant roared and boiled the last passion in his heart, and the raised long sword reflected the moonlight and revealed the sadness.

"Strike--"

The beautiful stamens blooming under the moon, withering and shattering under the iron hooves.

The charge is broken, the sword blade is hot, and the stubborn struggle is nothing more than a meaningless sacrifice.

The fragile body that pierces and falls, the out-of-control emotions collapse, and the bloody flag slowly falls...

The naked side slaughtered, Xia Lan looked at everything that was happening in the distance without expression.

Once upon a time, the world he saw, the blood on the corpse seemed to irrigate the earth tonight, with simple faces, fearing death, and the courage to be infected made the trembling sword in his hand wield wildly.

What are they for...

No guards attacked Tirrant, because that was the prey of their adjutant.

Safirland did not draw his sword, and he did not need to draw it out, and the whip in his hand was enough to face the person in front of him, Tyrrant in front of him.

Unruly swordsmanship and crazy stings, he would easily hit him whenever he approached, as if he was teasing an interesting toy.

This is a gap in strength.

The violent movements made the wound between Tilrant's abdomen tear open again, and the blood began to spread and infiltrate. He endured it, numb, sweat was like flowing, wet his cheeks, and sprinkled freely.

Between the iron hooves, the painful howling of death of their companions echoed, and tears gradually overflowed with their eyes and their eyes were red.

This is his choice, their choice.

"clang--"

The sword fell to the ground and made a crisp collision sound. Tilrant looked at his hands in a daze, and the long sword that was knocked out, as if the madness had dissipated, and the perception of pain instantly filled.

He knelt on the ground with his abdomen, the fight between his ears became dimmer, and his companions' voices began to disappear...

A tall shadow suddenly covered his eyes. He raised his head and looked at Safirland with a smile on his face. At this time, why did this face be so annoying?

"Kill me." Tilrant hung his head and closed his eyes.

"Sad, you can't die yet." Saphirland shook his head.

"Why?" Tilrant raised his head, his eyes filled with anger.

"I don't know, I just follow the orders of my superiors, regardless of life or death, life or life." Safirland said: "I heard what Your Majesty said to my superiors before leaving. I think this should be His Majesty's explanation."

Tilrant snorted coldly: "Does he still want to send me to the guillotine openly? I really want to do it!"

"Maybe, you've been overlooking one thing."

Tilrant looked at the guards who had suppressed the gradually contracted. The rapid sound of horse hooves had been smooth, and the earth no longer shook. Occasionally, the groan of death came faintly.

"Your declarations will not be heard by the people of the Kingdom, for His Majesty will block all this news and spread distorted truths, and your new identity will be traitors."

"Treason?" Tilrant sneered.

"Creating a crime is just a very simple thing, the key is that ignorant people will believe this fact." Safirland said calmly.

"Haha... At the time of the square, countless college students had already understood what we did. Even if His Majesty kept his words, could they seal all of them? As long as someone tells the truth, the news will quickly spread to the entire kingdom." Tirrant responded with a laugh.

"Yes, there is indeed this possibility." Safirland shook the whip in his hand and patted his cheek gently, saying, "The truth and lies are together, and the foolish people will not understand it in depth. In their eyes, this is just a good topic of discussion. Of course, some people may be willing to believe your announcement, but how many can they have? And who is willing to stand up? Don't expect to pray for miracles, because they only care about things that are closely related to life. Ideals that are divorced from reality are not ideals."

Safirland sighed lightly and looked at Tilrant who was silent.

"In front of a hungry beggar, which one will he choose between bread and ideals, it goes without saying which one he will choose. Facing the cruel reality, all ideals are empty talk, and only you young people who are free to eat and clothing are willing to pursue them stubbornly."

"The truth is in mankind, and the fallacy is in the times. One day, history will remember us!" Tirrant said coldly.

"Your Majesty may need only be to use you as evidence, and you, you, will no longer have any chance."

Tirrant raised his whip and signaled the guards not far away to come forward, and looked at Tirrant under his feet and chuckled and turned around.

"Be careful with that boy. His abdomen is bleeding all the time. I don't want to see a corpse when I go back!"

Riding back on the horse and turning the direction, Safirland seemed to think of something, and turned around and shouted to the guard who was bound by Tilrant.

"It's really troublesome!" After hearing this, the guard in charge of escorting her, he took off a small bag on his waist, pulled it apart, and reached out to grab a handful of white powder.

He roughly pulled open the clothes between Tilrant's abdomen, and the white powder he grabbed in his hand smeared on the bleeding wound. Tilrant, who was fiddled with like a puppet, bared his teeth and sweated from his forehead.

A brief and severe pain began to feel a little coolness from the bleeding belly.

Tyrrant, who was tied up, was thrown by the guards at random on the horse. The stimulating smell of blood between his nose made him look back and forth.

Remained limbs and broken arms, and corpses are everywhere.

He seemed to see a pair of wide and round eyes, two lines of blood dripping.

Dead, all dead.

It was me who led you to death. You are willing to believe me and follow me, but I can't repay you anything.
Chapter completed!