Kinslon slowly walked on the road full of blood corpses. This road was the road where the Kingdom Guards were ambushed when they returned.

The leather boots sputtered with the sticky blood under his feet, and the blood was mottled. He bent down, and his slightly narrowed eyes were infinitely cold on his firm and cold face.

When he fell to the ground on one knee, there was a pale face in despair.

His eyes were as big as a copper bell, his mouth was wide open, but a deep scar on his neck stopped his voice.

The blood had already flowed out, and the pale neck bones were vaguely visible in the wound where the flesh was blooming. This was his fatal injury.

His chest, shoulders, and two black arrows penetrated deeply into his body. The sword in his hand had not been released until death, for survival and glory!

The messy swords, bows and arrows fell among the corpses of people and horses under the dim lights. A sharp and sharp bird song echoed in the dark woods, and it was indescribable.

Kinslom stood up and continued to walk towards the road they had once returned.

There, the road ahead was completely shattered and messy.

He felt that there had been extremely fierce battles here, and there seemed to be a chaotic flow in the air. The person who could cause such a situation would not be alone.

His men, his adjutant Safirland, seemed to have fallen into an unknown encounter just like him.

He did not see Safirland's body, and he believed that his adjutant had escaped safely at this time. If he said that fighting was not his opponent, but escaping was another matter.

After breaking through the cage of law, Kinslon, who felt a bad heart, quickly came to the college complex building, but the sight of it was a cruel scene after suppressing the tyranny.

Safirland has taken action!

He ignored Safirland's purpose of acting without permission, and all he needed now was to find them.

Following the road where the guards left, Kinslom soon discovered them, but what he left was a once-living corpse.

He is a tough-minded person, and his face will never easily reveal his inner fluctuations.

When he saw the unbelievable tragic scene in front of him, he still made any move. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his fists clenched unconsciously. He was very silent, so silent that it was depressing.

Who would have thought that a simple task would have resulted in such a result? I'm afraid only the person behind the scenes who let all this know.

With a last look, Kinslom turned and left.

After all, someone will pay their blood debts-

...

"Are you awake?"

In the darkness, a plain sound came from his ears, Tirrant's tightly closed his trembling eyelids slowly opened a gap.

Shaking his head, his vision gradually became clear.

The strange and familiar road, the strange and familiar shade. He leaned on a bench and stone chair, and his body gradually felt the cold touch stimulation.

"Where am I?" he asked, seemingly ignoring the source of the voice.

"Wang Li Central College." said the voice.

"I'm not dead?"

Tilrant, sitting on the stone chair, bent down and held his hands on his forehead. In a trance, he remembered that before he fainted, the world in front of him suddenly shone white, the noisy and noisy people and horses were still vaguely stuck in memory, and his body, which had lost its balance and control, fell heavily on the earth, and then the world became dark.

"You are not dead." said the voice.

"Why?" His voice seemed to have lost his vitality, was depressed and soulless.

"Do you want to die?" said the voice.

"Everyone is dead, but I, who deserves to die the most, is alive. It's a great irony, haha--" Tilrant laughed dryly, tears filling his eyes and began to slide down his cheeks.

"Life is meaningful, and death is valuable, but what about me? The meaning of life has been lost, and the value of death is deprived... I never regret what I have done, but when I saw the sound of my companions crying and wailing in the sea of ​​blood, I realized that I was not as strong as I imagined, my own selfishness, and the impartial ideals imposed. They believed in me and followed me, but I brought them into the abyss hell... I don't know, I don't know how to face those simple and tender faces. I am afraid that I will meet thousands of times in my dream of living, and I am afraid that death has no face relative..."

Xia Lan listened quietly behind him, without interrupting his painful self-report. When all the blood and hustle and bustle were gone, the negative emotions that backfired overwhelmed the boiling flames. After all, he was still a child, a big child.

Just like my own reflection.

As the years pass by, scenes of escaping pain will be buried deep in my heart. Occasionally, late at night, alone, facing the moon alone, like a nightmare, breaking through the past, and attacking the heart from the heart, disintegrating strength and corroding the body and mind...

The accumulated emotions must be released and vented.

Tears and talking to himself, this is his channel.

"Maybe you don't know that during your coma, your black-robed friend ambushed and killed all the guards of the kingdom that suppressed and slaughtered you."

Tilrant's voice became weaker and silent, and Xialan spoke at the right time.

"What?"

As expected, this news shocked Tirrant's spirit, and his godless eyes seemed to have regained the vitality of the past. Looking back, he saw the mysterious man who made the sound source.

A strange face, a strange ordinary person.

Xia Lan smiled slightly and said, "I'm surprised?"

Tilrant suddenly stood up and looked at him, his clenched fists undoubtedly showed excitement, and a strange smile suddenly rose from his stunned face, and the crazy laughter filled with nerves broke the tranquility unscrupulously.

After a long time, the laughter twisted into bitterness, and the choked sound was sometimes mixed, and the words were muttered incomprehensible. When I laughed and cried, my body seemed to have been taken away from my strength and sat back on the stone chair, but my spirit seemed even more depressed.

"I should have thought that their purpose is not just them..."

"them?"

She keenly noticed Tirrant's murmur words, and Xia Lan asked.

Tilrant leaned back on the stone chair and looked at Xia Lan on the side, and a slight groan broke out in his throat, saying, "Who are you?"

He did not answer Xia Lan's question, which was reasonable and expected. Xia Lan walked from behind the stone chair to sit next to him and said, "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I saved you."

"Do you think I would be grateful to you?" Tilrant said.

Xia Lan looked at Tilrant unexpectedly, and in his eyes, he saw a trace of tranquility. It turned out that he had returned to normal.

"Won't."

"It seems you know very well."

Tilrant's chuckling was sarcastic. He didn't know who he was, but he knew that he would not save him for no reason. He had his reasons and purpose.

But none of these matters, what matters is what he can bring to himself?

Cooperate and utilize.
Chapter completed!