final catastrophe

Chapter 110 58. The Last Class
Outside the knife club, the residents of the city gathered around, and it was impossible to get through.

No one could sleep tonight. After all, if the bandits' demands were not met, the siege of the city would be inevitable tomorrow, and everyone would know what would happen afterwards.

"Hero Xia, please."

"Master Xia, please consider for us."

"Hero Xia, I will set up a memorial archway for you, burn incense and worship Buddha every day, and wish you peace."

"Master Xia, you are a smart person. You must know that the situation is threatening, not to mention that you are extremely skilled, and you will be safe and sound."

"You have pity on us."

Outside the knife club, begging begging, weeping weeping, standing in the night with their families.

In Wuxie Dao Club, many disciples' family members were also among them, they could only quietly stand in the shadows without saying a word.

And some also persuaded their own presidents in turn.

Only the original Ji group and a few disciples who were close to Xia Ji stood quietly beside their president.

Lin Juewu, Li Wuhuan, Ning Zhongque, and others can only be counted on one hand.

They stood together, as if they were standing in a stormy sea, letting waves of persuasion attack and attack them.

Why?
How much did Master Xia pay for you?

You have the audacity to ask him to die again?

With the life of one person, in exchange for all of you to survive in the world.

The moods of the few disciples standing beside Xia Ji began to undergo subtle changes. If they said that they practiced the evil sword technique before, it was just a brutal skill, but this time, it was a change in their hearts.

These days, the past is vivid in my mind, and there is no need to say how much they have paid for this city.

But what he got now is such a reward?
"Master, you can't go." Lin Juewu said suddenly, his voice was cold.

He just said something.

In the distance, many people opened their mouths and said, "Hero Lin, what are you talking about? You are superb in martial arts, and you are superior. If bandits attack the city, you will naturally have a chance to survive. But we drag our families with us, young and old. Can't live!"

"Yes."

"How can you be so selfish!"

Lin Juewu suddenly became dumb. Seeing the indifferent faces in the firelight, for some reason, he suddenly felt sick.

There was a sudden impulse in his heart, that is to draw the knife.

The heart is the sword, and he has begun to slowly comprehend his own sword intent.

Therefore, he unconsciously held his hand towards the handle of the knife at his waist.

He was going to draw that pitch-black knife.

Only by cutting it out can the nausea in my heart disappear.

But the back of his hand was patted lightly, and he returned to the original position.

Lin Juewu was startled, and turned his head suddenly, only to see Xia Ji's face, which was bright, clean, and full of the unparalleled spirit of Fengyun and Tianxia.

Xia Ji looked around at the disciples who were still surrounding him at this time, and they all had good expressions. Judging from these appearances, it seems that they are not far away from being enchanted.

Knowing how to obey one's own mind, no longer caring about right and wrong, no matter good or evil, it's almost the same.

He decided to add more fire to remove the last fetter for his lovely disciples, so he sighed: "They are just unarmed civilians."

After finishing speaking, he stepped down the steps and raised his voice: "Prepare the horse, I don't need anyone to escort me, I will leave the city by myself."

The crowd immediately expressed their thanks again.

Then he closely followed the black-robed youth, pushing him towards the east gate like a tide.

Only a few people standing quietly were left behind.

Silent.

"So what if you're unarmed?" Lin Juewu said suddenly.

"What about the people?" He asked himself again.

He turned his head to look at Ning Zhongque, at Li Wuhuan, and at the rest of the disciples.

Although they were silent, their eyes were very similar.

It was suppressed, suppressed and restrained by something "deeply rooted in the past" in their hearts, and unable to move, but they were trying to break free at the moment.

Although the world after breaking free may be dark, bloody, or even enchanted.

But at this moment, they don't care.

Watching the teacher being taken away and sent to the wolf-like bandits outside the city.

"Grass!" Lin Juewu muttered and cursed angrily, and then he was about to chase after him with the handle of the knife in his hand, but he only took two steps before he was stopped by Li Wuhuan.

Lin Jue didn't turn his head back, his eyes showed doubts and disgust, "Are you stupid in reading? Are you going to stop me?"

Li Wuhuan had an extremely complicated look in his pupils, and he sighed quietly: "What can we do?"

He looked in the direction the president was going, and clenched his fists: "The trend is the general trend, we are too weak to do anything! Besides, the aunt is pregnant with a child, so instead of following her humble body away like moths The posture of fire is not as good as just trying to survive."

When he mentioned the words "to live in an ignoble existence", he heaved a long sigh, and a line of clear tears flowed down his cheeks.

The three of them and several disciples fell into a dead silence.

Lin Juewu gritted his teeth, swung his arms, broke free from Li Wuhuan, and then walked towards the city gate without looking back.

Li Wuhuan raised his head, and suddenly laughed out loud, he suddenly wanted to drink, and he was so drunk!
Go to your mother's fame, go to your mother's common people!
He dragged his heavy body and disappeared into the dark alley.

Several disciples left one after another, as if they had awakened and had their own destinations.

Only Ning Zhongque was left standing in front of the Wuxie Sword Club with a tired look in his white robe.

She stretched out her hand to gently touch the iron ring on the door of the Daoshe, and gently tapped it, making a piercing sound in the night, which was soul-stirring.

"What I want to protect, is it you who have been protecting me?" She asked quietly.

In the distance, the crowd was like a tide, and those who pushed the tide had to leave the city.

But that man was very unrestrained and unrestrained, without the slightest awareness of going to death alone. He threw away the knife in his waist, and then one man and one horse, raising the whip, left the city without the slightest affectation. Go to the place where the bandits gather in the sea.

Leisurely, it seems to be just going to play in the mountains and rivers in spring, and strolling on horseback.

But at this moment, in the dark corner of the dilapidated city wall, Lin Juewu grasped the wall with both hands, looking at the lonely figure.

Ahhhhh!
He suddenly let out a roar like a wounded animal, clenched his fist suddenly, and without using his internal strength to protect it, he slammed it heavily on the cold wall.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Punch after punch, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he lowered his head, stared, threw the knife under his feet, and stepped on it heavily, but his hands didn't stop the repeated bombardment at all.

Until bloody fist marks were left on the cold rock on the city wall, he stopped panting heavily, his hands hanging down, and both hands were already rotten.

He suddenly kicked the knife under his feet, glanced at the disappearing figure, and the crowd who seemed to be happy and relieved, sneered, and walked towards the deeper darkness expressionlessly.

Lin Juewu, possessed by demons.

(End of this chapter)