Once upon a time there was a demon pass

The tail of the crane fell to the ground, and the abdomen was still bleeding, but his hands were firmly grasping Zongren's ankles.

"You can't go in..."

He glanced at the campus with some nostalgia, the looming arch in the depths, his vision gradually blurred.

The hand holding Zongren was like iron tongs, motionless.

Seeing the midair, accompanied by the flames, only Xu Yuanqing was left standing alone in the midair...

The big picture is set.

The half minute I snatched up...

Gone.

"Damn!"

Zong Ren became extremely irritable. He stepped on the wrist at the end of the crane and crushed it hard.

but...

Gritting his teeth, he still didn't let go.

He just ignored Zongren.

……

Qiu Xiaoxiao had an ugly expression on his face: "You can't even beat one against three, you trash!"

After cursing, the black cat swiped its tail, forced Bai Haitang back, turned around and left.

The black cat was dim, attached to her body, and its speed increased sharply.

Bai Haitang, carrying Yanyue Dao, chased after him.

disappear into the street.

And at the moment when all the high-level people were killed, some four-time awakened people turned and ran, scattered in all directions, without hesitation.

Only those low-level awakened ones who were still in a frenzy were left, fighting constantly.

Become cannon fodder and buy them time to escape.

Seeing that some old students were already rushing towards the gate from afar, Zong Ren's face was gloomy and terrifying. He stomped hard again, and with the sound of bone cracking, he let go of his hands.

And he turned and fled.

Yu Sheng, who was still intercepting the crowd in the cult, stared at Zong Ren's leaving figure from a distance, his eyes filled with cold indifference.

It was as if he wanted to imprint this figure in his mind.

Xu Yuanqing landed slowly.

Staggering towards the gate of the Mo Academy, there was almost no intact part of his body, the only remaining flames swept away, and the gate of the school was swept away.

Sitting heavily in front of the steps: "Let them...they...clean up the war..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyelids drooped and he fell asleep.

In front of the gate of the Mo Academy, there was only one student standing, surrounded by corpses.

Some silence.

At this time, Yu Sheng's face was also a little pale, with several wounds on his body.

Withdraw the dagger and walk to the door.

Raise the tail of the crane and lean your body against the wall.

He walked to Sun Wen's side again, put his finger on his neck, stood up, and looked at Zhao Zicheng again.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the tail of the crane still had its eyes open, watching Yu Sheng's movements, and grinning reluctantly, with blood continuously flowing down the sides of his mouth.

"Have you not escaped after all..."

The pupils were a little slack, and his eyes fell on Yu Sheng again, with a questioning look.

Yu Sheng nodded: "They are all alive."

After hearing Yu Sheng's words, the tail of the crane coughed a few times, as if a certain stone in his heart had been removed, and his face became paler.

The hands on the legs have been deformed.

"I don't know if I'm still qualified... let the bell of the academy ring for me..."

"But at least, I managed to save a few... a few good seedlings."

There was a smile from the bottom of the crane.

Relieved, relieved.

A group of old students gathered in the distance and stood outside the door, all wounded.

But his eyes fell on the body at the end of the crane.

Solemn, solemn.

"The 138th class, Miao Kang."

"The 138th class, Qian Xin."

"The 138th class, Sun Chuanwen."

In the distance, Bai Haitang dragged the Crescent Knife back with some disappointment, stared at the tail of the crane leaning against the wall, and was taken aback.

Keep your body upright.

"The 139th session, Bai Haitang."

In the corner, several freshmen who were still conscious leaned on the wall stubbornly, exhausted all their strength, and stood up enduring the pain.

"The 140th class, Mu Yu."

"The 140th class, Lin Xiaoxiao."

Zhao Zicheng snorted, opened his eyes in a trance, and a broken jade pendant fell from his chest to the ground.

A little weak, on and off...

"The 140th class...Zhao Zicheng."

Yu Sheng stood by, looking at these solemn-looking people, feeling a little dazed.

"The 140th class, the rest of my life..."

He imitated the appearance of these people and pronounced his own name.

For some reason, my heart trembled slightly.

"Congratulations to the senior!"

"Congratulations to the senior!"

Everyone uttered a collective cry, and the sound shook the sky.

There was a sense of sadness in the air.

"Send off senior..." In the corner, Yu Sheng's voice was not loud, he just murmured softly, but his heart trembled more and more.

A certain emotion in my heart is like a seed, wanting to break out of the ground.

The eye sockets of most of the people present were very red.

Crane Tail, although it is the name given by the academy, but no one has ever really ridiculed or disdain him because of this name.

Once upon a time, when he entered school, all the rumors in the school were his brilliance.

until the glorious end.

but...

He is still him.

The one who always has a warm smile.

The one who is always willing to stand in their way.

In the true sense...senior.

It can always give people a kind of warmth in this chaotic Mo Academy.

"I...I'm not dead yet."

"What are you doing so sensational...why?"

Still smiling as usual.

Looking at Yu Sheng in the crowd: "You are actually very similar to... and me."

"I've been thinking, if I... I have excellent talent, an awakened object, what would happen..."

"In you, I feel...I see it."

"Go for me...go on."

As he spoke, he coughed twice again.

Yu Sheng silently looked at the person in front of him, whom he was meeting for the first time, and nodded slightly.

Turning his head laboriously, he looked at the depths of the campus with some nostalgia.

until...

He saw that figure again.

The long-haired girl lost her former elegance, her pace was fast, she was even trotting, and tears kept falling from her eyes.

But when he was about to reach the door, he stopped again.

Wipe away the tears from your eyes and move forward slowly again.

It was as peaceful as what they saw when they entered school that spring.

"After all... you are still here."

The tail of the crane looked helpless, looked at the girl's face, and said softly.

The girl nodded, a little stubbornly: "I want to come, um... definitely come."

"From now on, don't walk out of that...that door again."

"Waiting for...the day when everything is resolved."

"Future...Come on."

The tail of the crane barely raised his hands, but seeing the ugly appearance of his hands, he put them down silently, coughed twice, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again.

but...

The girl firmly grasped the hand at the end of the crane, ignoring the blood on it, and gently pressed it to her cheek.

Close your eyes.

Tears flowed down his face and onto his hand at the end of the crane.

The tail of the crane looked at the girl obsessively, with some nostalgia, his eyes closed slowly, and his breathing stopped.

The audience was silent.

As if aware of something, the girl raised her head, looked at the dead boy opposite her, and carefully and meticulously helped him tidy up the blood-clogged hair on his forehead.