As long as there is blood, the gods will kill you

"How is the state?"

"It's only been a few days, how much can change."

Xiang Yang shrugged.

"Are you sure it won't affect other people?" Ye Songbai was suspicious.

"Really not." Xiang Yang was speechless, "This pollution is only for individuals, and it's different from regular divine breath pollution."

"Okay." Ye Songbai felt relieved for the time being.

"Old Ye, do you think that kid will come?" Xiang Yang glanced at the audience, but did not see Jiang You for the time being.

"I will definitely come, whether I will be on stage, and what kind of words I will show after I come on stage, that is not certain."

Ye Songbai read it quite thoroughly, "If you just look at the speech he submitted now, it can only be said to be above average, not enough to impress me."

"Oh?" Xiang Yang was quite curious, "What aspects are written in the speech?"

"You inquire now, what else are you going to listen to then?" Ye Songbai laughed, "If you know the content in advance, then there will be less expectation."

"It's not a sense of anticipation, I'm just curious about what he will say." Xiang Yang shrugged, "Anyway, I told him, don't have too high expectations, just don't go up and embarrass yourself in front of the people of Dazhou."

"Duplicity." Ye Songbai glanced at him, "I see, you want to find out what's wrong with his speech, so that you can help revise it while he's not on stage."

"Nothing." Xiang Yang didn't change his face, "I treat everyone equally."

"Oh." The old man snorted coldly and ignored him.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the staff gradually came together.

The center of this huge hall is always full of people.

The cameras are placed one by one and aimed at the stage.

Xiang Yang restrained his expression and sat upright.

The lights were projected down, and a group of directors sat on the bench in the center of the first row, looking in front of them.

The general handover meeting is not just the handover of generals, it happens that a lot of things have happened in the past six months, so we simply held a mid-year report meeting together.

It summarizes the progress of the Night Watch Division, as well as the situation of Westerners and Abyss.

After these reports are completed and the intermission enters, the next step will be the generals session that everyone is looking forward to.

In the bathroom, the water trickled down.

Jiang You looked at himself in the mirror.

The original jet-black broken hair was mixed with a few strands of white.

Not an old white, but a complex, platinum-like color.

In addition to these, there are also a few strands of broken hair, which are abnormally dark.

But because the hair was originally black, these abnormally black strands were not so eye-catching.

The fifth level of awakening did not say that it would change the color of the hair.

Jiang You sighed slightly.

"Are you ready?"

A voice sounded from the side, it was Xiang Yang.

"Brother Fang." Jiang You responded, "Why didn't you go to eat?"

"Come and see how you are."

"What can I do?" Jiang You smiled.

"After all, your spirit looks like it needs to be improved." Xiang Yang turned on the faucet and washed his hands, looking at Jiang You through the mirror.

"You've been too depressed these days, not to mention being under a magnified lens, even if you're standing in front of others and speaking normally, you tend to give people a bad feeling."

"yes."

Jiang You rubbed his cheeks, turned on the faucet again, and poured cold water on his face.

"And now?" he asked.

"a little better."

"really?"

"Fake." Xiang Yang sized him up for a few seconds, then shook his head and said, "Let me tell you the truth, if you maintain this state, I may not necessarily vote for you."

Jiang You took a few deep breaths.

"This kind of frustration can't be resolved by washing your face or taking a deep breath." Xiang Yang patted him on the shoulder, "I actually understand how you feel now, it just happens to be stuck at this point in time, and it's difficult to adjust your mentality."

"It's not just because of Uncle Li's sacrifice...in fact, there are also the pressures he endured." Jiang You sighed, "The words he said these days seem to have magical powers, and they keep ringing in my ears. Just thinking about it , I can feel the suffocation in his heart."

"This has caused you psychological pressure instead." Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows, "Master Li didn't intend to make you sad."

"I know." Jiang You propped his hands on the edge of the sink, "but I'm afraid of disappointing his expectations."

"Uncle Li has no heirs in this life, and he poured his heart and soul into me. If I..."

Bang!

Xiang Yang raised his fist and hit him on the shoulder.

"You keep talking more and more energetically." Xiang Yang frowned and said, "Why are you running for election? Why don't you arrange a psychiatrist for you, so you can consult a psychiatrist first?"

Jiang You was silent.

"How can there be so many ifs, are you worried that you are not strong enough, not good enough or what is the reason?"

Xiang Yang said, "You don't have to be afraid of disappointing anyone, what's not to worry about what hasn't happened yet."

"Master Li felt ashamed. He did what he wanted to do. Shouldn't you be happy for him after he was relieved? At least he didn't leave under heavy pressure."

"It is said that inheritance is passed on. What you pass on is the spiritual will. How can you pass on the knot of your heart?"

Xiang Yang reprimanded him, Jiang You froze.

I have to admit, what Brother Fang said makes sense...

Thoughts flashed in his mind, although he didn't have an instant epiphany, but Jiang You did feel that the thoughts were smoother.

"It's a little bit better now, cheer up." Xiang Yang nodded and smiled again, "Do you still need my help to check the speech?"

"No need." Jiang You took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, and said with a smile, "Brother Fang, you are right, I really don't need to worry about this repeatedly."

"It's good to know, you can adjust your mentality." Xiang Yang waved and left quickly.

Jiang You was the only one left in the bathroom, and he stared into the mirror.

hum-

Just at this time, the communicator vibrated.

The note is a message sent by the contact of Little Green Tea Trumpet 3.

[I'm in Beijing, do you want to come out for a meal? 】

I'm busy with a conference here, what to eat.

Jiang You immediately went back to report.

【Related to the Battle of Red Maple, are you sure you don't want to come? 】

this little thing.

Jiang You's eyelids twitched.

As soon as these words came out, he knew that this meal was a must.

The news of Li Xunguang's accident was not concealed by the Night Watch Division, nor could it be concealed at all.

Xiaoxiao and the others noticed something, Jiang You was not surprised.

The intermission of the conference lasted up to two hours, which was more than enough for a meal.

With something on his mind, Jiang You left the venue directly and ran towards the location given by Xiaoxiao.

This is a high-rise building.

Forty floors and a height of more than 100 meters can overlook most of the northern capital.

Entering the restaurant, led by the service staff into the box, Jiang You saw Feng Xiaoxiao sitting by the window looking out.

The girl was wearing a black and white dress, and a pendant with some evil blood drops hung in front of her delicate collarbone, making her skin even whiter.

The long hair is slightly curly, hanging on the shoulders, and the bright eyes and white teeth are a bit mature and charming.

But after all, she was only an 18-year-old girl, so Jiang You always felt that she looked a little out of harmony.

This is even more inconsistent when she looks at her with an exaggerated and false expression of surprise.