The wind was still blowing in the middle of the night.

The door of an ordinary office was opened.

Longtou and the man with the sword quickly entered and gently closed the door with their backhands.

The old man holding the table worked hard to straighten his back, with wrinkles on his face and a happy smile.

"You are here?"

The two people, with slightly red eye circles, quickly came to the old man.

The faucet reached out and poured the water from the teapot into the old man's teacup.

"Yes, there were a lot of casualties today. After the memorial ceremony, I kept rushing here quickly."

The old man clenched his fist slightly.

"Better conditions and don't let the children suffer."

The leader bowed and nodded seriously and respectfully.

Then the old man took a satisfied sip of the water in the tea cup and sighed.

"There were seven people in your team at the beginning, but now there are only three left."

"I guess it won't work. Have you figured out who will come up next?"

The veins on the dragon's head popped out, and he took several long breaths before calming down slightly.

"The three of us are not suitable for sitting in this position. You'd better take care of yourself."

The old man raised his lips and said bitterly.

"I know my body well, and I know whether it will work or not."

The man with the sword put one hand on the table and said with concern.

"What happened to the teacher? Can you tell us?"

The old man hesitated slightly, maybe there was no good way to solve it.

So he hesitated for a while and then smiled.

He stretched out his thin fingers to pick up the clothes.

After the sleeves were turned up, the two of them paused at the same time.

Following the pulse of the old man's spiritual veins, black lines criss-crossed.

Everywhere you look, there are strange lines everywhere.

The old man exposed his neck a little more, and the same thing happened above.

If you don't observe carefully, it looks like the old man has fallen into a black spider web made by a spider.

The man with the sword pressed down on the table anxiously, causing the whole table to shake.

"Teacher, didn't you only stick to it a little? Why is it so serious?"

The man with the sword was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

"This thing burns the continent's destiny and destiny to strengthen itself. It cannot be eradicated."

The serious and livid face of the leader answered for the teacher.

The man with the sword didn't know what to do and lowered his head feebly.

The old man put his clothes back into place.

"Understood, the main reason is that my death is a trivial matter. The luck of the Eastern Continent cannot withstand the fever."

The dragon head stamped his feet anxiously.

"Didn't I hear that the poisonous spring of resentful souls in the netherworld can cure this kind of poison?"

The old man shook his head decisively.

"This would be a big loss. I don't think it's worth dragging You Ming into this muddy water for me."

Longtou opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say what he was thinking.

I just recalled a document I had seen when I arrived.

Netherworld cracks appear in various places, and experts from the Netherworld land constantly intercept and kill Shenlong members.

All this means that the Netherworld has actually come uninvited and has already stepped into troubled waters.

But he looked at the old man's worried yet struggling eyes, and finally kept the secret.

The teacher is already old, and if he continues to be stimulated like this, his death may be getting closer.

What is on your mind is what you say on your mouth.

The man with the sword quietly passed on a spiritual power and woke up the dragon head.

However, the old man might have been mistaken, as his cloudy eyes immediately burst out with a light that could not be looked directly at.

"Don't do this, or I'll break your legs."

The dragon head smiled unnaturally.

After thinking about becoming the supreme commander of Shenlong, few people say that about themselves anymore.

Only this teacher can do this.

My heart is warm and my lips keep saying yes.

It wasn't until he repeated it several times that the old man felt relieved.

Then he asked hurriedly.

"Xiao Li, how is your son?"

The man with the sword nodded slightly, with a hint of sadness in his brows.

"The future is hard to say yet, but he is the hope and the starting point."

The old man thought for a moment.

"If possible, now that my old man is gone, I will give this position to their team."

The man with the sword bared his teeth.

"I guess it will take a few more years of training. Teacher, please take care of yourself."

The old man touched the tip of his nose and knocked on the table.

"I don't know what will happen yet, I hope so. Anyway, before I leave, the protection will be passed on to another person."

The two of them didn't speak, they were silent.

After the old man drank the tea in his cup, another cup came from the faucet.

The old man's back is still as strong, but his hair is completely white.

Although he has been trying hard to maintain it, the coughing and coughing sounds from time to time are also very worrying.

The two leaders lowered their heads and did not take a step away.

The window screen outside was blown by the wind.

There are two homemade small mats placed in the corner, which are dilapidated and dilapidated.

Looking at it, there is nothing high-end about it.

The two of them couldn't help but feel even more ashamed.

The old man didn't care, he just looked worried.

When drinking water, most of the time I glance at the spiritual veins in my hands.

Looking at the black lines climbing between my spiritual veins, I felt really helpless.

At the same time, what is even more uncomfortable is that the old man can clearly feel that the fate of the Eastern Continent he is carrying is being burned bit by bit and rapidly decreasing.

Seeing this, the old man did not hesitate.

He directly pushed his own luck to the front and once again shouldered the heavy responsibility of guardianship.

But he has done this kind of thing countless times, and his own destiny is not as important as the destiny of a continent.

Watching the black lines burning rapidly, his energy slowly approached the fate of the continent.

The speed is neither too fast nor too slow, but it is amazing in my heart.

At the same time, the old man could also feel the black lines and became more and more excited.

The old man smiled bitterly.

"It's getting late, you two go back."

The leader hesitated.

"Teacher, can you do it yourself?"
To be continued...