Supreme pardon

22 Wang District, Island Center Street.

"Val, what's the result?" Yu Qianping walked around the room, endured and endured, and still stepped forward to ask.

The young girl was kneeling on the ground, with a lot of shells of various colors picked up from the sea scattered in front of her.

Worried in his heart, Yu Qianping stared at the patterns drawn on the shells with wide eyes, and scratched his hair irritably, "Did you feel anything?"

"Can't you be quieter?" Jiang Xiao, who was also waiting in the room, moved his fingers to relieve the pressure.

"Although the news from the spies has not come back, but Qiu Du is dead, how many days will it take to wipe out the remaining power of the Jackdaw? Wenren Jue made it clear that he wants to unify the entire planet, and he will definitely not let us go. Leave them alone." Don't move, let's get ready right away! What are we waiting for, Nirvana is so despicable, he will definitely not come here in a fair manner!"

They were always concerned about the news on the mainland, and after being forced to retreat to the island, Zhongmeng was silent for a whole day, and in the midst of everyone's anxiety, he returned to his calm appearance.

With so many people in panic, it is not easy to gain a foothold and expand power in a place like Area 22.By the time they stabilized, the war on the mainland had entered its final stage.

"Wen Ren Jue will definitely use the Rabbit genus if he wants to attack us," Hao Qiang sighed, "The Star Freedom is too much of a threat to us, it would be great if we can deal with that ship first."

"How to solve it? We don't even know its exact location. Even if we know it, it would be as difficult as heaven to blow it up at sea."

"You can't sit still and wait for Nirvana to kill you."

Even if all the streets in District 22 are unified, with so little manpower and material resources, how can they fight against that behemoth on land?

"What is written on this shell?" Yu Qianping couldn't figure it out, and couldn't sit down, so he could only walk back and forth in the room.

Shrugging, the vassal said he didn't know either.

"It doesn't matter what I write, I just rely on these shells to give me some inspiration." The girl who had closed her eyes for half an hour and remained motionless finally opened her eyes, her pretty face flushed.

"How?" Pounced forward, Hao Qiang said softly: "Will it be dangerous?"

"It's okay." Greenwell couldn't stand up immediately, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

"Rest first." No one else cared about the result, Zhongmeng beckoned someone to take clean water.

"We won't be in danger." After drinking a sip of water, Greenville was firm.

"What does this mean? Nirvana can't beat us?"

"No, there will be no war." The crisp voice landed, and everyone in the room looked at each other.

"What does this mean?" How could Wen Ren Jue let District 22 go, and what does it mean that there will be no war?

"I don't know." Predicting this kind of thing is inherently mysterious, and Greenwell only has a feeling in the dark.

"..." Jiang Xiao glanced at Hao Qiang, and the two were silent together.

If they hadn't seen the girl's predictions several times after coming to the island, they wouldn't have believed such unfounded words.

"I've never made such an accurate prediction about someone or something before." With the help of the vassal, she sat on the chair, and Greenwell panted.

The landing of the Holy Cauldron naturally caused confusion. If the boss hadn't believed in Zhongmeng's character, Greenwell would not have come into contact with this group of people. At first, she only helped out of the boss's recognition of the Lord. Later, she saw the people in District 22. After the change, she had a different idea.

From fighting to solidarity, from relying on alien garbage to slowly establishing their own system, the 22 Kings District is completely different today. With the restrictions of the king, no matter the old, the weak or the strong, they can start to live a real life.

No matter what, she must protect the Holy Cauldron Kingdom, and protect the man who brought them all this.

"Although I don't know why there was no war, but..." After a pause of two seconds, Greenwell uttered another sentence of horror and shock, "The destiny is not in the art of hearing people."

"?"

Zhongmeng was moved, looked at Feng Zhou and Linshui who were standing on the left and right, and got up from the chair.

"Val, what do you mean?"

The unification of the Eastern and Western Continents in the Nirvana Kingdom is a foregone conclusion, so how could the destiny not be on Wen Renjue?

"Everything is just a feeling..." Unlike before, the predictions she made when she was a child would always make Weier cry when faced with questions. Now, with the power of her abilities, she is gradually able to speak more specifically. , "I can't sense him in the future."

As long as she can leave a deep imprint on the historical track, she can have a faint connection. Today's Nirvana King is, as long as you look at this world in your mind, you can see the strong light in that direction, but... …

"There will be no him in the future? How do you understand this?" Feng Zhou's voice was gentle, and Feng Zhou didn't want to frighten the child.

"The biggest possibility..." After hesitating for a moment, Greenwell said softly, "He will not be able to contribute to the fate, that is to say, he will die before the fate."

"..." It was too difficult to understand, and Hao Qiang went crazy.

"Wen Ren Jue will die?" Lin Shui's expression changed, "If he is alive, the destiny will definitely be fulfilled by him, but if he dies..."

"So, destiny is not him." All that could be grasped was a mysterious thread of thought, and the blood on Greenwell's face began to disappear, and she suddenly coughed violently.

"How are you?" Jiang Xiao cared about her, and stepped forward to support her.

The vassal frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Val's predictions have always been arbitrary and caught a feeling at a certain moment. Actively seeking an answer like this will inevitably exhaust all energy."

"The last question." Zhong Meng didn't know what to think, and walked steadily to Greenwell, "Who does the destiny belong to?"

"More than 100 years later... the fate will appear."

"Who created it?"

"I don't know, but..." Greenwell closed her eyes uncontrollably, feeling extremely sleepy, "He is a newborn of that era."

"Val?!" The vassal just wanted to reach out, but the girl who had fallen from the chair was picked up by Zhongmeng.

Gu Zhiqiu took off the coat from himself, put it on the sleeping girl, and took her from Zhongmeng's hand, "Let her have a good rest."

……

Wenren Jue's shocking words made everyone in the conference room change their faces.

"Let them go" is short, but how do you understand it?

"What do you mean?"

"Wouldn't it be too boring without enemies?" Wen Renjue narrowed his eyes as he tapped the armrest of the chair lightly. "Leave them, and you can be more energetic."

"..."

There is a foreign enemy, and they really dare not relax for a moment, but this decision will not be too... passed?

"District 22 has been completely changed by Zhongmeng and the others. Instead of relying on interstellar garbage, they can now rely on the sea and plant themselves, and have started to develop businesses..." Pan Zhijue felt the need to remind the king, "So As it continues to develop, its strength cannot be underestimated."

"No matter how it develops, it is impossible to counterattack the mainland by relying on the power of only one island." Wen Renjue is not whimsical, "and all the land is getting closer. A hundred years, no, maybe only a few decades, they have to fight with each other." We become one."

So at that time, will the flames of war be ignited again?

"..." Heihu frowned and fell silent. The other family members also had their own thoughts, and the room fell into an eerie silence for a while.

Wen Renjue is not discussing with them, since there will be no interference within a hundred years, it will not affect his next plan, it will only be more interesting in the future, won't it?

"Actually, you have no plans for a hundred years from now, do you?" Wei Duan burst out in his mind.

Wen Renjue gave a "tsk".

"So you don't care about the situation in a hundred years. For you, if you keep such a group of people, maybe things will become more interesting?"

"Tsk."

"Because there is no plan, it must be interesting to leave something behind?" Other Wei Duan still dare not say that he understands, but he still has some insights into the "maliciousness" of the master's blood.

No one can change Wen Renjue's decision. Ten days after the meeting, Lan An and Mouse were left behind. The rest of the people and most of the legion followed him back to the Eastern Continent.

The new Wangcheng, the original Fuxing City, developed more prosperously after the unification of the Wangyu. Baitan experienced a lot of travel, and the first thing he did after returning to the Wangju was to go to bed.

Wen Renjue went to deal with some urgent matters first, and sat on the edge of the bed after returning, staring at the sleeping person silently.

"Including the two pieces found in the Baili Gorge, there is only one sacred tablet left outside."

"Ah."

"I didn't expect you to be able to gather the divine stele again in just ten years," Wei Duan said with emotion, "It's a pity that your current body...is not integrated enough to sink into the divine stele."

"In ten years, if I don't integrate to that level, I will die." Wen Renjue remained indifferent when he said that he was going to die.

Wei Duan did not answer.

Perhaps the subordinates still have the idea of ​​looking for a miracle, but it and its master are clear that the loss of the body cannot be reversed. If you want to eliminate the "culprit" that caused the loss, who in the world can kill the god's eye?

"You can do it." After 2 minutes of silence, Wei Duan said word by word, as if comforting and affirming.

Wen Renjue smiled and grabbed the white sandalwood fingers outside the quilt.

In a daze, Bai Tan turned over, and instinctively searched for something on the bed with his other hand.

"Wen Ren Jue..." Mumbling, Bai Tan opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Do you want to go home?" Wen Renjue touched his forehead very gently.

Bai Tan didn't react at all, and murmured: "Didn't we come back already? Why..."

Sitting up from the bed, the sleepiness in Bai Tan's eyes completely dissipated, and he stuttered, he suspected that he had hallucinated just now, "You mean...return to the interstellar?"

"Ah."

"Can I go home?!"

"Ah."

"Really?" Still not quite able to believe it, Bai Tan simply jumped off the bed.

Wen Ren Jue's eyes were deep, "Really."

"Long live!!!" Jumping up from Lao Gao on the spot, Bai Tan nervously pulled up his clothes and walked around the spot, "Can I really go back? You..." Pounced on Wen Ren Jue fiercely, He raised his head and said nervously: "Can you contact Xingji?"

"Use your bracelet..." Amid Bai Tan's rapid breathing, Wen Ren Jue gave an affirmative answer: "Yes."