Supreme pardon

The noisy scene was silent for a while, and everyone focused their eyes on Wen Ren Jue in unison.

Really, those loud words are too ambiguous... The people present are all human beings, if you think about it a little deeper, and then look at the two of them, it's inevitable that the eyes will be weird.

Hei Hu peeked at Wen Ren Jue, and found that although the man frowned but his expression was still indifferent, he swallowed his saliva, and turned around slightly.

Xiang Yang re-examined Baihou, with different meanings in his eyes.

Baihou continued to mutter unconsciously, he tried his best, but fate didn't seem to favor him.

Wen Renjue never cared about the attacker from the beginning to the end. If he had guessed the person behind it in his mind at the moment when he rushed over, he even suspected the revival alliance, but when he saw the expression on the other party's general affairs face, , he eliminated this assumption.

On such an occasion, even if it is a trial, it is difficult to step down. Even if the general affairs of the Revival Alliance has a brain-twitching attack on him, the other accompanying representatives of the big families will definitely not agree. He has already figured out the code of conduct and bottom line of the patriarchs of these big families.

This group of people has been at ease for too long, and now they can finally get a powerful helper to help them out, so they won't offend him at this time.

On the other side?

This kind of possibility only exists in his mind for two seconds before disappearing. Assassination, especially at the critical moment of the alliance, is not like Zhongmeng's style.

And when it comes to the Jackdaw, his old enemy, every assassination has been carefully arranged, such a reckless move that clearly fails, has no benefit other than completely angering him.

So, it should be just an accident.

Because he had to appear in Fuxing City as the King of Nirvana, Wenren Jue hadn't returned to the Zhanyi Gang for three days, and the "home" sent a message, saying that the person in his room pressed him for several times, and even sent a message Pan Zhiyi was quite troubled by his temper, so he gently suggested that he go back soon.

Speaking of the difference after the intimate "hug" last time, Wen Renjue thought that Bai Tan was probably more clingy to him. This change can't be said to be good or bad, but it is often a trouble.

With this in mind, the fierce fighting on the stage seemed boring, especially after one of the parties was defending for some reason...

Wen Renjue can be absorbed in any occasion, thinking that after tonight's reception is over, he and Zhongmeng should "return" to their respective royal districts tomorrow morning. Listening to what Meng said during the negotiations before, people don't want Niesheng's soldiers and horses to enter the revival.

Wen Renjue thinks that people are guarding against themselves on the one hand, and on the other hand, judging from Feng Zhou's explanation, they are more inclined to fight against the Jackdaw on multiple fronts, which means...their side has to be on the Handaw's side. The crow's head lit the fire.

Wenren Jue planned to give his soldiers a chance to get familiar with the large-scale battlefield, but now it seems that it is very likely that they will have to meet the absolute main force of the Jackdaw as soon as they join the war.

Xiang Yang really couldn't remember whether the Lord had ever seen the man on the ground, after all, after he walked out of the [-]th District, he hadn't followed Wen Renjue for too much time.As for Hei Hu, he glanced up and down at the man several times, then turned back to look at Wen Ren Jue who was still motionless.

They have no intention of interfering in Wang's private life, but this does not prevent them, a group of rough men, from gossiping in their hearts. No matter how you look at it, this person on the ground is not of the same type as Bai Suizhu. Could it be that Wang's taste has changed?

Heihu didn't know where he was going, he looked at the man who was still at a loss on the ground, and then looked at himself, like this... This kind of type, it's a bit frustrating.

Could it be that Wang prefers strong men now?

Then I will be a family member...isn't it...

Wen Ren didn't know what the two confidantes behind him were thinking, but he could sense the sudden silence of the scene.

The raised corners of his mouth slowly calmed down, and he suddenly turned around, ignoring the many inhalation sounds around him because of his movements.

Heihu's face was blue and purple, and he fell into his own contemplation. He felt that someone beside him walked past him. When he came back to his senses, he found that the Lord had already walked in front of the man.

Baihou was not reconciled, he endured so much torture for two years, all he wanted was a chance to leave, but that high-ranking man never gave him a single glance from the beginning to the end, obviously, as long as the other party said a word, people could take him away from this world hell.

Baihou didn't know who he should blame, but he hated his weakness very much.

"Are you looking for me?"

The noisy crowd was completely still, and even Zhong Meng, who was about to get up, sat back down again.

A group of representatives of the Revival Alliance opened their mouths to reprimand the boss of the arena, but the King of Nirvana turned back and walked back.

Because of the sentence the assassin yelled out before, they were really not sure about the relationship between the two for a while.

Baihou's mind is confused, the guards of the arena not far away are walking towards him, the use of supernatural powers is limited, he was exhausted as soon as he summoned so many bolts of lightning at the same time, and the people around the king of Nirvana are very dark , Seeing the ordinary attacks of his opponents in previous battles, but actually hitting him, only Baihou himself knows the accuracy of the opponent's strength and the viciousness of the hitting position.

He was injured, and it was much worse than it appeared.

Blood dripped from his chin, and Baihou's blurred vision first appeared with feet. Slowly, the man was still approaching, until he stopped three steps in front of him. Because of the absolute silence of the arena, he heard a plain The extremely voice was asking himself a question.

"Are you looking for me?" Wen Ren Jue repeated, his gaze seemed to rest on Baihou's head.

Could it be... Baihou bit his lower lip tremblingly, raised his head hesitantly.

Facing the light chasing over his head, he first saw a mysterious piece of silver, and slowly, as his vision became clearer, he finally saw clearly the man standing in front of him.

It was the incomparably noble king, the target he could not get close to even with all his efforts!

Although I don't know why, people are now standing within their reach, and they are still talking to themselves...

"Yes... yes... me," Baihou was so excited, he wanted to speak out his request as smoothly as possible, but when he opened his mouth, his voice trembled out of tune.

Wen Renjue was obviously very impatient, but his gaze softened when he looked at the other party. He bent down, and the hem of his too long clothes was stained with blood on the ground because of this action, but he didn't care, "Do you recognize me?"

he asked, in a rather gentle tone.

Baihou tried his best not to reach out and grab the other party's robe, he knew his hands were dirty, different from the gorgeous suit worn by Fuxing General Affairs, the silver robe on Wen Renjue looked very holy and noble, facing the strong pressure on his head Baihou didn't even dare to fully open his eyes to see the light.

"Please take me in!" After taking two deep breaths, he was finally able to speak smoothly.

The weird expression on Heihu's face disappeared because of Baihou's request, and Xiang Yang walked behind Wen Renjue with a gloomy face.

Straightening up again, the silver mask covering the lips was moved and put away, Wen Renjue raised the corners of his mouth, and said "Oh?" softly.

Zhongmeng squinted his eyes, and slowly looked around at the representatives of the Revival Alliance.

"It turned out to be the recognition of the Lord!" Hao Qiang on the side said in a regretful tone, "I thought there was an annual drama to start."

Few people were clueless at that moment, Hao Qiang felt bored and sat down heavily.

"What do you have?" Wen Renjue stood up and took two steps back, but his eyes did not move away from Baihou, only his tone was indifferent.

"Loyalty!" Baihou guessed the identity of his "chosen" Lord from the chaotic discussion of the crowd before. He didn't know much about Niesheng Wangyu at this moment, he just stared at Wenrenjue's eyes and said firmly : "As long as you take me away from here, my life will be yours in the future!"

"Loyalty?" Wen Renjue's voice was a little higher, and he touched his ear with his drooping right hand, tilting his head as if smiling, "Can you take your life?"

"Yes, please let me follow you, I will repay you with my life!" Baihou responded loudly.

"What are you doing? You want to recognize the master by making such a big commotion, are you out of your mind?" Zhu Ge thumped the back of the chair in front of him, turned his head and complained to Wu Mingzhe, "Looks like there's no show tonight!"

"Is the play that good?" Liu Qinghe said softly. He always felt that Zhu Ge was influenced by Bai Tan, and he was often in a state of gloating. "If something really breaks the three-party alliance, we are the ones who are unlucky."

The Jackdaw’s most eye-catching target now is the Revival Alliance. Don’t think that they are safe if they hide in the main city. I didn’t see that the [-]th district was surrounded by their three forces but still changed hands overnight. How did the former king lose his head? I'm afraid he hasn't figured it out after his death.

"Can you still summon lightning?" Wen Renjue didn't want to be silent for too long, with his arms folded over his chest.

Baihou forced himself to stand up, puffed out his chest and replied loudly, "Yes!"

The attitude of the King of Nirvana gave him hope, and Baihou hoped to show his best self.

"Okay," Wen Renjue clapped his hands lightly and said with a smile, "The target is yourself. I want to see how powerful your lightning can be?"

Feng Zhou always felt that the atmosphere was not right, but listening to the communication between the two, most of the people in the room would feel that the King of Nirvana was very approachable.

No matter what the reason is, it is still uncomfortable for people to make such a big commotion before and now they say they want to follow. It can be heard that Ren Jue's words are not soft, but they are still peaceful.

It wasn't until he uttered this sentence with a smile that Feng Zhou felt the strange feeling in his heart disappear.

Baihou was stunned, his blood lost and regained because of Wen Ren Jue's light words.

"What?" Wen Renjue said coldly, "Can't do it?"