Supreme pardon

Bai Tan took a mouthful of a pig, Zhu Gong couldn't help but hear that someone was making fun of his name, the smile disappeared, and his eyes stayed on Bai Tan's face viciously.

Like shooting someone out of two holes.

Bai Tan didn't care about that stare that seemed to have any substance at all, and the smile on his face was always bright.

"Hahaha, there's nothing wrong with it, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it!" Zhu Ge couldn't react to such a roundabout attack for a while, but after he understood it, he looked up at his own brother's colorful face and laughed loudly, "Be sure to kill him after killing him!" Buried far away, this kind of unruly pig has a very smelly mouth!"

Who said he can't talk dry, he just lacks a tacit cooperation partner.

Bai Tan smiled and stretched out his palm, and Zhu Ge happily patted him on the spot.

Such a blatant celebration of victory in the verbal battle, the arrogant Zhu Gong had a toothache.

But after all, he was still at home, and he couldn't do anything too outrageous. When rubbing shoulders with Bai Tan, he put down a sad sentence, "You will be fucked by a pig sooner or later!"

The gritted hatred was too straightforward, Wenren Jue was celibate, so naturally he would not participate in such childish verbal attacks, but Zhu Gong's malicious insult made him raise his head instantly.

His deep gaze fell on the man for a moment, but Zhu Gong didn't notice him at all, and led him away arrogantly.

Wen Ren Jue glanced at Bai Tan meaningfully, but said nothing in the end.

The matter of establishing the society was settled in this way, and Zhuge then consulted with his gang of hair boys afterwards, and after many discussions, he gave up the seat of the vice president of the society to Wenren.

No one objected to this, and Wen Ren's calmness and skill after several rescues had already convinced them.

When the society was first established, there were many people watching and few people participating. Later, Zhu Ge organized several activities, and the rewards were so rich that some teachers were tempted.

As the vice-chairman, Wen Renjue puts a lot of effort into it, and even spends more time in learning than on the Zhanchi Gang. In just three months, he has personally led this group of students to the field five times.

Zhu Ge and the others are growing rapidly, and Wen Ren Jue also communicates with the major families behind them through them. As the society grows stronger, they slowly begin to select members.

In the college, the members of their society have won more and more honors, and gradually a kind of cohesion has developed. Many members are proud of their society status on campus.

Leaving aside the atmosphere inside the school, those from poor families have been greatly helped in their outside life after joining this society, because most of the organizers of this society are descendants of top families in the area, all of them Everything developed according to Wen Ren Jue's original idea, including the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce on Pan Zhiyi's side, which gradually expanded in scale.

The home side is still relatively peaceful, Shuyi sits in the capital, and several family members manage the area tightly. Wangyu is slowly calming down after the initial instability.

Wen Ren Jue has been "bad" since the very beginning, and often disappears inexplicably, so several of his family members are accustomed to his absence from the Wangyu for a long time.

It's just that the situation is different this time. Lan An and the others are looking forward to his news from Fuxing.

No one believed that he just went there to simply study. As mentioned in the last meeting, they Nirvana must first follow the rules of revival and join their game.

It's just that it would be boring to continue in peace like this.

Before the establishment of Wang Yu, Yan Zhen and others never dared to think about things that were too far away, but since the day Wang Yu was established, they all seemed to have changed.

Unifying this planet, although it sounds very difficult, is enough to make their blood boil.

"Under the leadership of the Lord, nothing is impossible." On the white wall, in the slightly swaying projection, Lan An said nasty words with a playful smile, "My lord, when will you call me over? I've been staying in the big area, I'm bored."

From the first day he knew Lan An, Wen Ren Jue knew what kind of person he was.

Fearing that the world will not be chaotic, I am always wondering in my heart, wanting to find some stimulation that deviates from the righteous way.

With the emergence of crystal nucleus energy, not only the various king districts that have been fused, but also the rapidly revived technology are developing and changing.

Now this fixed-point remote video technology has become more and more mature.

Wen Renjue sat at the long table, looking at the subordinates whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Heihu remains calm, sitting on the big black chair, even if he doesn't speak, people can feel his majesty that cannot be offended.

The exact opposite of him is Lan An who sticks his face to the camera, regardless of whether the master on the other end of the video is happy to see his big face and nostrils, draws out his voice, half sarcastic and half rascal, "My lord, you Just transfer me there, stay in the territory all the time, I'm going crazy!"

"Wang, are you okay?" Yan Zhen endured for a long time, pushed the person away with one hand, looked at the Wenren Jue in the projection, and asked with concern: "When will you come back?"

"Why come back!" Lan An rolled his eyes and drove Yan Zhen away, and monopolized the camera again, "It's rare for us to come to the capital, and it's even rarer to have a video with the Lord, so what if we don't hurry up and let the Lord adjust us to go there?"

"Speaking of which, I haven't been to Fuxing City yet. Is it very prosperous? Is it spectacular? Is it a city suitable for being burned?" After asking, Lan An became excited.

Shuyi gave a "cough cough", pressed the remote control with his hand, and the camera was turned away.

Wen Renjue had a cigarette in his hand. He hadn't spoken since the video started, and now he suddenly wanted to smoke one.

"Wang, I have trained a group of female killers, do you need to dispatch them?" This time it was Hong Yu who appeared in the middle of the video. serious.

Stretching out his hand to light a cigarette between his fingers, Wen Renjue shook his head.

"My lord, the west side has been moving a lot lately. It seems that it has been fully integrated. You are weak in the revival, so be careful." Xiang Yang had a scar on his face. He was accidentally injured in battle.

Because of this scar, his demeanor was much gloomy, which further destroyed his originally dignified image.

Wen Ren Jue exhaled the smoke, his face was covered by the silver mask, and no specific expression could be seen.

The camera shifted again, and the black tiger stared at the king in the distance, first bowed his head in salute, and then said sonorously: "My lord, the tigers are all ready, just waiting for your order."

Wen Ren Jue said "hmm", staring at the smog swirling in front of him, and yawned a little bored.

Shuyi once again appeared in the center of the projection, and other family members were sitting on both sides of the long table behind him. He glanced at Pan Zhiyi who was sitting on the lower left of Wenren Jue, and said politely: "Beside the king, please Don't bother."

"Of course." Compared with Shuyi's polite and alienated manner, the smile on Pan Zhiyi's face was still affectionate.

"Hi~" Feeling that what they had said was about the same, it would be impolite if he kept silent all the time, so the mouse waited until there was a gap when no one was talking, and waved hello.

With his light hi, the expressions of the family members on the opposite side of the projection were unanimously indifferent.

Rubbing his nose in embarrassment, the mouse folded his hands and stopped talking.

First, he is really not familiar with the group of people opposite, because he never shows his true face.

Second, he has placed an insider from the Rat Department next to each of his family members. If someone likes him, it's the real hell.

A group of subordinates had very different tempers, Wen Renjue dealt with it calmly, took a puff of cigarette from time to time, and finally hung up the video, just as Pan Zhiyi wanted to ask about his future plans, a guard knocked on the door hastily.

Wenren Jue spat out a word in a deep voice: "Enter."

"King," the guard saluted first, and then quickly said, "Bai Suizhu was assassinated when he was leaving the school."

Wen Renjue was quite calm, "What about others?"

"Downstairs, I told you to go down and pick it up in person." The guard replied with a strange expression.

Wen Renjue raised his eyebrows, got up from his seat, grabbed his coat, and was really ready to go out.

Pan Zhiyi, who was left behind, looked at the mouse with big eyes and small eyes, and finally followed curiously.

After returning from Zhu's house, Wen Ren Jue transferred a group of personal guards to Bai Tan's side to protect him. It was absolutely impossible to make any big attack in broad daylight.

Today's Black Road in the West District is under the control of the Spreading Wings Gang.

On the bright side, Zhu Ge and others are also taking care of them. If someone really wants to plan some big action, it is impossible not to leak any news.

Bai Tan has lived a peaceful life recently. The assassination that happened on the plain a few months ago gave him a big shock. He couldn't recover for several days after he came back. All the repressed things will be buried by his instinct.

Before he got into the car after leaving the school gate, when the small bomb rolled to his feet, he was stunned for a moment.

Before he could react, his body was thrown down, and everything that happened afterwards was accompanied by his ears roaring due to the loud noise, and he fell into chaos.

There is only one thing, messy hair, torn trousers, cut arms and painful buttocks, all of which prove his bad luck, and the sudden flood of grievances.