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The Heizhu College in peacetime is no different from the past. The students are full of vitality, spirit, and youthful atmosphere.Even in the early morning when the sun is rising, the students of Rizhiliao are still secretly excited in sweat.Even the black faces of the disciplinary committee members with historical traditions could not stop their madness.

Today is a peaceful day, the wind is beautiful, and it has no meaning to the students of the Black Master Academy's Rizhiliao. The good weather will not make their studies easier, and it will not let them easily come into contact with the Yezhiliao. Seniors.But they were still besieging the gate of the college, and even the students of Yezhiliao who were supposed to be resting hid themselves from a distance, watching and waiting.

After a while, a blurry figure gradually entered people's eyes. As the figure became clearer and clearer, the students of Rizhiliao became more and more excited, while Yezhiliao, who was hiding in the dark, became extremely nervous.

Under the attention of President Wan of the whole school, the man's expression remained calm, neither angry nor complacent, as calm as if all the people around him did not exist, naturally as if he was the only one in the world.This kind of almost defiant attitude should be hated by others, but the students of Day Liao are attracted by his gorgeous appearance that does not belong to Ye Zhiliao, and they don't care about the alienated indifference at all, while Ye Zhiliao is silent under the invisible coercion Surrender to instinctive fear.

This kind of scene can also be regarded as the tradition of the Black Master Academy. With the acquiescence of the chairman, there will be such a person who comes to the Black Master Academy on this day every year.

The black windbreaker sets off his tall and straight figure even more extraordinary, his delicate face is as handsome as Ye Zhiliao, his long silver hair shone brightly under the sunlight, his lavender eyes are not as cold as ice It's not like a raging fire, it's so thin that you can't see a trace of emotion.Holding a bouquet of flowers, walking forward indifferently, people gave way one after another, although their cheeks were flushed with excitement, no one stepped forward to strike up a conversation, and they dared not make a sound.The initial noise turned into the silence of Wan Lai, everything seemed to be taken for granted, the person's whole body should be like this, peaceful and ordinary.Step forward without stopping, and the students behind follow suit.Passing through the magnificent teaching area and through the wide courtyard, his steps were straight ahead without any confusion, as if he had an incomparable understanding of the academy.

The number of Hizhiliao students following behind gradually decreased, leaving only a few girls who were full of curiosity, wanting to know who would be dedicated to that bouquet of white roses, and who would be so lucky to be envied by everyone.However, they did not have such an opportunity in the end. Under the strength of the disciplinary committee, Hizhiliao's stalking career ended in failure.Everyone could only watch from a distance, watching the tall and straight figure disappear into the forest between the Night Liao and the Sun Liao. There is a restricted area there, and no one knows what is hidden there.After the students of Day Liao left, the students of Night Liao appeared one after another. They stood behind the discipline committee member and looked into the distance.The Disciplinary Committee did not drive them away, Yezhiliao was not as ignorant and fearless as Sunzhiliao.

In this era when the pure-bloods were destroyed and vampires and humans reached a peace treaty, there are still many people or things that are frightening just because of their existence, such as the silver-haired youth who just entered the forest, such as the black-haired youth in the forest of the Black Master Academy. restricted area.The reason why history is called history is because it has actually happened. Even if it is distorted and tampered with, there are still clues to cite the original truth.However, not all the history can be handed down, such as the identity of the silver-haired youth, such as the secrets of the forest restricted area, they don't know anything.

The Disciplinary Committee sticks to their duties and maintains the peace of the academy. One of them is to monitor the arrival and departure of the silver-haired youths, and prevent students, especially Ye Zhiliao, from contacting them.Yezhiliao stood quietly behind the disciplinary committee member, Ruirui was restless, waiting for the silver-haired young man who terrified them to leave the forest, or even leave the Black Master Academy.

No matter how nervous and restless the people or vampires outside the forest were, the silver-haired youth arrived at the destination without haste.In the so-called forbidden zone, the only secret is presented in front of him without reservation—an unnamed tombstone, an unnamed tombstone with no grave next to the root of the tree.

He walked to the tombstone and stared quietly, his eyes were no longer the original calm, and the complex and changeable emotions were clearly visible.After his mood calmed down a little, he stepped forward to clean the tombstone simply and carefully. After not seeing it for a year, it was covered with dust again, and the wildly growing weeds almost swallowed up the tombstone, which was more than ten centimeters high.After seeing that it was almost the same, he half-kneeled in front of the tombstone and put down the bouquet.Without getting up, he still looked at the tombstone with eyes that seemed to say a thousand words, stretched out his hand and whirled on the empty stone tablet, as if his name was engraved stroke by stroke, and he described it thousands of times.

After a long time, he sat sideways under the tree with his hands on the tombstone, speaking naturally as if he was hugging someone.Looking up, the sun under the shade of the tree was still dazzling, as if it was going to burn his soul, he closed his eyes uncomfortably, and the surroundings were suddenly dark, only the endless singing of cicadas and the rustling of leaves blown by the wind became the scene. Lord of heaven and earth.Slowly, breathing gradually eased, and the white-haired young man finally fell asleep leaning against the cold tombstone.

From the sky full of morning glow, to the sunset on the western mountain, from the first light of the sky to the snowy head at dusk, a dream is like a lifetime, and every year is impermanent.

Open your eyes, the sky is full of stars, but the moon is not visible.Neither happy nor sad, with the same expression as usual, the silver-haired young man got up, sorted out the vicissitudes of his body, took a step forward, and turned to stare.Even if there are thousands of words, there is nothing to tell.Raising his hand, the dark red blood turned into a sharp blade, and when he waved it, the sharp cold light merged into one piece, and someone's name was carved on the nameless tombstone.

Finally, he took a deep look at the name that was deeply rooted in his bones, turned around slowly, and walked away, leaving only the withered and yellow white roses to wither in the wind.

When the silver-haired young man appeared at the edge of the forest, the discipline committee member and Ye Zhiliao who had been waiting for a long time stepped aside, their movements were not smooth, but a closer look showed that their faces were pale from nervousness, and their bodies were trembling slightly. Much more panicked than when we first met.

Without squinting, he went straight forward, the silver-haired youth still turned a blind eye and walked away.

After the vampires behind them confirmed that the other party was really far away, they finally showed joy on their faces. However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the power fluctuations not far away caused them to raise their hearts to their throats .Turning his neck stiffly, his fearful eyes met the firelight deep in the forest, and he unconsciously held his breath.

In the depths of the forest, in the direction of the restricted area, pale flames were burning, and the flames all over the sky were chilling. Even if you watched from a distance, you could feel the burning pain of the flames.Everyone retreated one after another, no one thought of fighting the fire, and no one was able to extinguish it, allowing the pale flames to devour the secrets hidden in the forest, no one could stop it.

The silver-haired young man straightened his back and stepped forward step by step, never lingering, nor turning around to look into the distance.

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