Supreme pardon

Blood Dragon's loyalists were almost dead just now, and even if they were still there, they couldn't become a hindrance anymore.

Standing up, Wen Renjue went straight down the stage, he wanted to rest.

When passing Xiangyang, he threw the ring in his hand.

Xiang Yang reached out to pick it up, and when he saw what was in his palm, his body froze, with a panicked look on his face.

Wen Ren Jue had almost walked out of the inner hall, but the voice still clearly reached everyone's ears, "From today onwards, he will act as the president of our guild."

When he walked out of the room, his eyes felt uncomfortable for a moment. Compared with the brightness of the fluorescent lamp, the sun's light was obviously more dazzling. A group of people were waiting outside the door. Those people saw him walking out, but they didn't know what happened, and they dared not He went to the building on the left and found an empty room to sleep.

"Why did you give the right to someone else when you just got it?" Wei Duan's voice was puzzled, but the words were polite. He must have been very curious and couldn't hold back his voice.

"What you want is to control the entire human race on Earth," Wen Renjue said, stretching out his hand to push open a door, go in and close it, "not this Blood Dragon Guild."

"This?" Wei Duan felt that what he said was very unreasonable, but he couldn't refute it, so he had to shut up again.

Wen Renjue was in a deep sleep, and because of the devouring eyes, he was prone to sleepiness now, and when he woke up, his head was still a little dizzy. After he got up, he stood up for a while before pushing the door out.

Xiang Yang stood guard at the door, holding a booklet in his hand.

Seeing him coming out, he asked: "The food is ready, will it be served?"

Wen Renjue nodded, feeling a little hungry before going to bed.

He chose a room on the second floor. Standing in the corridor now, he can clearly see the courtyard in the center of the guild. After such a big change, the place is still in order. Many people are busy shuttling around, and it seems that they don't mind the change of owner.

Xiang Yang nodded towards the downstairs, and a person who was waiting below ran away to pass the food.

He spread out the brochure in his hand and said, "With the help of Wu Dou and a few stewards, the Blood Dragon Guild has a total of 530 members. Excluding some old, weak, sick, disabled and women, there are 450 men who can go out to fight. .”

"Oh." Wen Renjue leaned on the porch pole, folded his hands and looked downstairs.

At the corridor entrance, someone hurried up with plates, and after Xiang Yang nodded, he put the food into the room where Wen Renjue had just slept.

When those people backed away, Xiang Yang suddenly knelt down.

Wen Renjue turned his back to him but seemed to see his movements, and said indifferently: "What is this for?"

Xiang Yang gritted his teeth, looked up and saw that Wen Renjue was facing him and did not respond, and his voice was very calm, unable to guess his emotions.

Pressing his forehead to the ground and putting the booklet beside him, Xiang Yang respectfully said: "Please take back the order just now, you are our real president, I... how can I act on my behalf."

After saying this, he took out the ring from his pocket and offered it with both hands.

Wen Renjue turned around, leaned back on the corridor railing with both hands and arms, looked at the top of Xiangyang's head expressionlessly, and said in silence for a moment, "Xiangyang, whatever I give you, you can take whatever you want, don't question my decision, let alone Trying to test me in vain. Because..." I walked into the room facing the sun, "I'm going to die, understand?" The last six words were soft.

Xiang Yang paused and remained silent.

With the support of Wu Dou and Yu Gang, Xiang Yang performed the duties of the president on his behalf, and nothing went wrong.

Wen Renjue asked them to find some books to read. He wanted to learn as much as possible about the world he lived in. He grew up in a closed village, and even with Mr. An, he still lacked many necessary things.

There is a school in the [-]th district. He later learned from other stewards that only children of nobles can go to school, and they have to pay a lot of coins every year.

He wanted to go in and listen, but obviously, the position of the president of the Blood Dragon Guild was not qualified enough.

Xiang Yang asked someone to rearrange his room, everything was simple but comfortable, Wen Renjue nestled in it for a few days, seeing the fresh air today, he finally dropped the book in his hand and prepared to go out for a walk.

As he went downstairs, the passing guild members bowed silently and saluted. It seemed that Xiang Yang taught well, and they all knew who their real master was.

Wen Renjue didn't pay too much attention to these details, but before leaving the hospital, Xiang Yang chased him out, followed by a steward who survived that day, and asked, "Are you going to go out? Do you want me to follow?"

He came from a remote village, and now he has become a little "powerful". These days, he is not uneasy. He always feels that everything is too easy. Looking at the guns, ammunition and coins in the warehouse, his heart is not right. Not trembling.

Although I am a little accustomed to ordering after a few days, I lack a bit of confidence after all. Seeing that people go out and always want to keep up, I seem to feel more at ease.

For the power he has acquired, he is not as quick as Wu Dou and Yu Gang.

Wen Renjue looked up at him, with no expression on his face. He was wearing a half mask woven with cotton and linen they found, covering half of his face with scars, and the exposed half of his face was uneven, but he could still enter Eye-catching.

The silver mask is too eye-catching, but there are many people wearing this kind of woven mask. It is not special, and it is convenient for travel. He rejected the proposal, "No need."

Xiang Yang had some experience with him after a few months, so he had to be.

Leaving the site of the Blood Dragon Guild, Wenren Jue walked around in the eighteenth district at will. The ground was paved with large stones, which were flat and clean. The houses on both sides were scattered but not chaotic. The house is like a giant bird's nest.

The unique geographical environment makes the king's district absolutely easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The Eighteenth District can exist in Shanan's lush forests for hundreds of years, not only because of the experienced people in the area, but also because of the strong defense of the King's District.

Wen Renjue grew up following the adults in the village and called the Maolin he lived in as Maolin in the [-]th District, but after reading the book, he realized that although the [-]th District is located in the Maolin, the Maolin also has its own name. , Shanan Maolin, according to the geography, in the south of Maolin, there is a desert that stretches hundreds of kilometers.

Wen Renjue turned sideways to avoid a few luxuriously dressed people passing by.

Wei Duan thought a little bit: "Is the clothes I prepared for you bad? Why wear theirs."

Wen Renjue doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

A white jacket over a black T-shirt, jeans on the lower body and white cloth shoes. This outfit makes him look a lot younger. Even though the slightly longer hair covers the brows and the half mask covers half the face, he still has the vigor of a teenager. , no longer lifeless.

He walked with his head slightly down, few people could notice him, even if he accidentally looked at the Master, the person would at most frown and show displeasure, and few people would yell out.

To live in the forest, injuries are too common, and there are quite a few people who are disfigured.

Without the impact caused by the completely different ugliness on both sides of the face, Wen Ren Jue is now rarely directly attacked even if his face is seen, most people just avoid him.

He put his hands in his pockets, walked slowly, and occasionally went into the shop to have a look.

There are also several shops that sell crystal nuclei that are turned into jewelry. Every time he goes in, Weiduan always screams in his mind. There are also crystal nuclei that emit faint light, but they are all made into jewelry, and the energy has long been destroyed.

Unable to bear the noise from the dimension in his mind, Wen Renjue only looked for some shops selling strange objects or high technology.

Some clean white notebooks, clever lighters, flashlights, and even telephones.

Without the ability to communicate wirelessly, there are only a few telephones in the [-]th district, overcoming many difficulties, pulling the wires, in the royal residence and the homes of the nobles.

The fees to pay are too expensive to be necessary and few people use it.

According to people around me, there is even a TV in the higher-level living area.

The machine he saw at the gate of the city that day was also considered to be absolutely high-tech. It recorded the information of every person in the royal district and could be checked at any time. Compared with the hand-written village book in his village, it was much taller.

Wen Renjue walked for a long time and was about to go back, but when he reached the avenue, he was pushed aside by the passing crowd.

All he could hear was, "It's the king, the king is leaving the city, kneel down quickly." A rumbling mechanical sound came, and a dozen or so motorcycles passed by neatly, and the exhaust fumes made him frown.

Behind the motorcycle was a pickup truck. There was a chair in the trunk. A man about 30 years old was sitting, and beside him stood seven or eight men with naked upper body and strong muscles.

"Where is the king?" Seeing the people on both sides of the road kneeling all the way, Wen Renjue wanted to take a closer look at the man, but someone behind him grabbed him. Although the strength was not enough to make him squat down, he still obediently kneeled down. He lowered his body half bent, and the person who pulled him scolded him in a low voice: "Are you looking for death? Why are you standing there stupidly?"

Spreading his hands on the ground, Wen Renjue ignored the man. The pickup truck in front of him passed quickly, followed by two other personnel carriers. Judging from the fluttering yellow curtains, it was full of people.

"It's the battle team." "Is this going out of the city to hunt big guys?" "Wang Du has left the city himself." There was a lot of chatter beside him, and Wen Renjue tilted his head halfway to listen.

The car was moving very fast. After they passed, people on the road slowly stood up and dispersed from each other.

Wen Renjue received a few blank stares, and went to the guild on his own.

That's the king...

As he thought about it, his eyes gradually became strange.

When he returned to the guild, he found a steward and asked about the eighteenth district king.

The version I heard was not much different from what I thought. He came from an aristocratic family in the area. He was physically strong since he was a child.

Guns and ammunition are all available, and it is fair and just to fight for the throne.

He has been the king of the eighteen districts for nearly ten years.

"What are you going to do?" Wei Duan asked.

"What's the rush?" Wen Renjue said, and then laughed twice inexplicably.

After seeing the car that day, he asked people to find a lot of books on this topic when he came back. The steward saw that he was interested, so he called out the two cars owned by the guild. , it's not uncomfortable, but Xiangyang, sitting on it, although his expression hasn't changed a lot, can obviously suppress his excitement, and he doesn't want to get down.

When Wen Renjue left, he was calling the driver to teach him.

Let’s not talk about what the car was hit by him afterwards, just say that there is never a shortage of thoughtful people in the guild. After Wen Renjue returned that night, the veil on his big bed was light, and the bed was rearranged. A girl in only underwear and pink tulle raised her chin shyly at him.

"President?" The girl's long black hair was scattered on the bed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings.

Wen Renjue raised his eyebrows.