The school idol is a girl: the battle for the campus NO list

Chapter 438 The Final War ([-])

As the sun rises, the young man stands in front of the tombstone.

He gently placed a handful of white flowers in front of him, took out a cigarette from his pocket, but did not light it. He was silent for a long time and then put it back.

"Lian, wait for us to come back."

He said lightly, then turned and left. At the entrance of the cemetery were some young people who had been waiting for a long time.

The blonde girl was carrying a spear behind her back and was wearing a gothic dress as usual. She was sitting on a high stone, and beside her was a woman in black with a cold face.

The black-haired young man standing behind fiddled with the knife in his hand. When he saw that there were still some flaws, he wiped it with his sleeve.

A young man who was a little out of place came over eagerly. The blond girl just smiled at the young man who broke the calm.

"Xiaoque, please run slower, why are you in such a hurry?"

The young man looked anxious: "Sister Lan, where is the head of the family?"

Lan pointed to the cemetery: "I'm talking to the leader. The meeting is probably coming soon."

Quan put down the knife in his hand: "Has everyone gathered yet?"

Que nodded: "Well, okay, the head of the Luo family has sent a message. The Fengza family has surrendered."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people in the cemetery came out.

He was wearing a black trench coat, with silver hair scattered around his ears. The silver hair covered one eye, and the other obsidian-like eye was unfathomable, shining with a faint and dangerous light.

He is no longer young, and the sharp edge that has been experienced for a long time is lingering.

As he moved, his hair was gently lifted by the wind, revealing his other eye, which was silver-white.

Four years ago, he lost this eye forever during a fight with Fengzagawa, and a year ago he lost a hand to the same person.

It's not a loss to be precise.

It's just useless.He had no strength to hold a gun or lift heavy objects. Over the course of a year, he had become accustomed to using his left hand to replace the inconvenience.

Even if someone knocks off his legs, gouges out his eyes, and cripples his hands, he will still stand up like an immortal monster and stand at the top of the country's power, destroying all those who are his enemies. Trampled underfoot.

"Lan." He shouted, and the blond girl in a Gothic dress stood up from the stone, raised one hand with a smile on her face.

"I'm here, Master!"

"cloud."

The woman in black lowered her eyes: "Yes."

"spring."

The man hid the knife behind his back and bowed respectfully: "Master of the family."

"bird."

The young man who was out of breath from exhaustion stood upright with a smile on his face: "Stand by at any time!"

Eight years ago, he left these people in Shengxuan. They were like shadows that could not be seen in the light. They had no true identity, no family, and no friends. These shadows were hidden in the darkest place, just waiting for the day when the dawn came. One day the light will dispel the darkness, and they will live uprightly in the light.

This is a decadent country. Their hands were stained with blood and they fought hard for more than ten years before finally reaching this moment. Some people gave up their status as nobles to become shadows, and some people gave up their lives to protect important things.

Over the years, some people have died, some have shed blood, and some have been tortured to the point of madness.

Xia Xichen raised his head and felt the warmth of the dawn. He lowered his head and regained his composure. His tone was indifferent, but he regarded death as home. His hands were covered with blood. He had died countless times and crawled out of the pile of corpses just for this moment.

"Let's fight."

This is the last battle.

(End of this chapter)