...

Under the apartment, the lake began to freeze. On the extremely cold park bench, a woman with soft hair as silk sat quietly.

She stared at the lake and had not moved for a long time. She was pondering, and her delicate figure merged into the cold and misty night.

I don't know how long it took, but she looked up at the height of the apartment, the house still had lights on.

After hesitating for a long time, she stood up and walked outside the campus on the stiff grass.

...

The cold wind on the sea whipped everyone, and even wearing an extremely thick down coat, it was still irresistible to resist such dampness and coldness.

"She is here, Councillor Zhuang." President Li said.

Zhuang Yue stood there, with a tall figure and a cold and handsome face. He stared at the young beautiful woman with fluttering hair step by step, and the corners of his mouth floated slightly.

"It's honor to see you." Zhuang Yue took the initiative to extend his hand and expressed his gentleness and kindness.

The woman did not respond, but just stared at Dean Li with her unique and bright eyes.

"He is a member of the Zhuang Yuezhuang Councilor and the general manager of this plan." President Li introduced.

"I only study for Mingzhu University." The woman said.

"It's okay, it's okay. Mingzhu Academy represents the Demon City, and the Demon City represents this country. Just like us soldiers, many of them live in a safe city for their relatives." Zhuang Yue said.

"Mingzhu will remember you."

“We all will remember you.”

...

...

When he woke up drunk, Mo Fan walked to the balcony with a disheveled face, hoping to use the cold wind to clear his mind.

It was already late at night. Last night, in order to celebrate their own failures in life, the three of them drank until the early morning, and they basically spent the whole day in a coma.

The demons have not seen the sunshine for some days, but this evening is still dark, and the sky condenses so that the clouds and cold fog seem to have not dissipated for decades.

From the balcony, you can see the artificial lake. The lake surface freezes in the early morning and melts the next day.

In the evening, praying lights on the lake surface were like small boats, shaking quietly with the waves.

"What kind of festival is today?" Mo Fan felt a little confused.

However, he didn't care too much about it. He was so hungry that he washed and sorted it out. After washing and tidying up, Mo Fan went downstairs and planned to taste the long-lost Mingzhu Academy canteen.

The cafeteria is very dark.

When Mo Fan walked in, he was a little puzzled. Are even light stone and thunder stone resources scarce now, and he is reluctant to turn on the lights?

There were another prayer lamp after another. The faint candlelight emitted a hazy cold light under the paper lampshade, making the entire canteen look no different from the mourning hall.

This made Mo Fan feel uncomfortable all over. A familiar figure happened to come from the aisle. He was holding a prayer lamp in his hands, and sadness was condensed on his face.

"Zhang Zhuo." Mo Fan called out to the man.

Mo Fan had some influence on this person. When dealing with the Crossing River Demon, this shadow student found the survivors who hid in the air-raid shelter in Binzhen.

Zhang Zhuo glanced at Mo Fan and was so shocked that he almost dropped the praying lamp in his hand.

"Senior Mo Fan!!" Zhang Zhuo shouted.

"Shh!" Mo Fan signaled him not to speak too loudly.

Pulling Zhang Zhuo next to him, Mo Fan looked at the praying lamp in his hand and asked in confusion: "What are you doing? Are you praying for?"

"Senior, don't you know that this big thing happened? You didn't read the news this morning. Now all the media are reporting on this matter!" Zhang Zhuo said.

"I'm practicing in seclusion and just came out." Mo Fan said.

"Then... then you should pretend that you don't know, otherwise you will be sad." Zhang Zhuo said.

Mo Fan was even more confused and couldn't help but look at the words written in ink on the Qiming Lantern.

It is a short blessing, a blessing to the dead.

But the name of the deceased shocked Mo Fan!

Ding Yumian!

The deceased is Ding Yumian...

The prayer lanterns that illuminate on the lake, campus, and many places in the city were made for Ding Yumian.

And she has left this world.

"When did it happen?" Mo Fan asked in surprise.

"I am so sad this morning, senior, senior, I am so young and beautiful. I met her in the library a month ago. She even chatted with me for a while. She told me that her greatest wish is to visit major prefectures in the world. She wanted to see the tranquility of the Alps Academy, to go to European Academy to appreciate the solemnity and dignity there, and to see the romance and luxury of the Aojos Academy... But she did not realize her wish." Zhang Zhuo said, crying.

"What the hell is going on? Was she killed by the sirens?" Mo Fan asked anxiously.

"No, no, it was announced by Member of Parliament Zhuang Yue in the early morning..." Zhang Zhuo immediately shook his head.

Announced.

Even if Ding Yumian is a super-level mage, her death should not be announced by a member of parliament, and it would not have caused a sensation in the entire Demon Capital Base City and even the entire country.

Mo Fan had a strong premonition, the premonition that would instantly arouse his anger and sadness.

Turn on your phone and flip through the news.

Zhang Zhuo was afraid to speak next to him, and he could feel Mo Fan's breathing worsening.

"Is it her own decision?" Mo Fan asked this for a long time.

"Yes, Dean Li has the last consignment she left to Mingzhu, which is the handwriting of the senior sister," said Zhang Zhuo.

Mo Fan took Zhang Zhuo's mobile phone over, and there was a photo on it, which was a very delicate piece of paper with a very beautiful line of handwriting.

"Although I can't leave Mingzhu, I love this place deeply. May my soul return here too."

...

Ding Yumian is a disaster victim.

She was protected in Mingzhu Academy and could not leave because she was worried that she would become a demon who brought disaster to others.

But someone still discovered her.

Use her talent as a desperate weapon used by the Magic City Base City to destroy the Siren Legion.

The moment Mo Fan knew that Ding Yumian had a disaster victim's talent, a similar thought flashed through him, but what Mo Fan didn't expect was that this kind of thing really happened!

Her mental power is different from that of ordinary people.

Once negative emotions arise, they will affect the people around you...

In fact, her emotions will not only affect people, but also affect all creatures with minds.

She once analyzed the spiritual world of the Trench Demon. The Trench Demon has a spiritual connection with the huge squid legion, like a huge spiritual net, covering the entire sea area and covering the vast majority of the invading Siren Legions!

Ding Yumian's negative emotions can also affect those sirens.

Deadly weapon.

She became a desperate weapon.

On an unknown island in the ocean, she chose to commit suicide.

Her extremely strong thought of committing suicide spread to the sirens army that were preparing to launch a large-scale attack in the East China Sea.

The sirens army died collectively.

In the early morning, looking at the seawall of the Demon City, the corpses of the sirens floated on the vast sea surface, densely packed and deadly!
Chapter completed!