When things have reached this point, there is no possibility of reconciliation between Tianjiao and Zhuang Mingge.

The situation between the two sides is completely life-and-death, either Zhuang Mingge will die, or the genius will be wiped out in ashes. This kind of deep hatred cannot be washed away even with all the water from all over the world.

"So, there is only one thing I have to do."

Malcius calmly told everyone present, "Help Tianjiao and completely suppress Barrett."

"You mean, we're going to go against Barrett."

The expressions of several other people were not good-looking. No matter Barrett or Tianjiao, they were both behemoths. The conquest between them was enough to crush the pure-blood society to death and make the pure-blood society disappear in an instant.

"No, no, no, we just play the role of a stumbling block." Malcius said: "For stumbling blocks, people's first reaction is to kick them away. Do you think someone will spend some effort to smash the stumbling blocks into pieces?"

"I don't want to die in an unknown situation. I'm still young and still have a lot of time to enjoy. Will I ruin my beautiful future for this reason?"

Everyone nodded slightly.

Forbidden witch Leya stroked her long hair and said: "Whether it is Tianjiao or Barrett, if you really want to destroy us, it is just a matter of fingers, so we must be careful, careful, and careful again."

"Then what should we do?" Dais asked, pointing to his slightly trembling legs, "To be honest, I already want to quit now, but you won't agree."

"Our future actions must be secretive and cannot be exposed at will."

"We have not been exposed so far."

"So we have been careless, and we must be more cautious in the future."

"I suggest that you just don't do anything these days."

"I agree."

"Second."

…

Monday, December 7th.

There are still five days left until the date given by the student union. Zhuang Mingge's efforts have undoubtedly had a very significant effect. Compared with the first two days, people's attention has obviously shifted from William to Tianjiao.

Although as of now, no one can tell what kind of illegal society Tianjiao is, and even a large number of people doubt that there is really such a society in Saint Laurent?

No matter what, the mixed-blood society has finally become a lot cleaner these days.

Zhuang Mingge came to the treatment room early in the morning. He opened the door and walked in. He saw Vito who was getting up and William who was washing his face.

Vito woke up yesterday. But like William, he had no memory of being attacked.

He just said that when he was on patrol, he suddenly felt someone attacking him, and he passed out before he had time to react.

This makes the investigation of the Mixed Blood Society even more difficult.

"Good morning, Vito, William." Putting the breakfast he bought on the table in the room, Zhuang Mingge asked with concern: "How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

"Much better, Vice President, I feel like I can be discharged from the hospital at any time." William replied after washing his face.

"Me too." Vito nodded.

Zhuang Mingge shook his head. "Just rest for a few more days and treat it as a holiday. Leave the rest to me and Xiang."

"This must be very stressful, because it's my fault."

William's face darkened and he said with some self-blame.

"Don't blame yourself too much. It's not your fault. The enemy's cunningness exceeded our expectations. We didn't expect that he would actually take advantage of us." Zhuang Mingge comforted.

"Hey, you're here too, Ming Ge."

Just as he was talking, Xion opened the door and walked in. He was also carrying two pieces of breakfast in his hands.

"Good morning, Sion."

"Good morning, Mingge, aren't you going to rest?"

Just after the patrol last night, Zhuang Mingge ran over to visit Vito and William. Xion said with some worry: "If this continues, your body will not be able to hold on."

"It's okay, just a little thing."

Zhuang Mingge disagreed. He didn't know much about his body. Ever since he stole the power of the gods, his body had undergone miraculous changes. Even if he didn't sleep for several days and nights, he wouldn't feel sleepy at all. Sleeping on weekdays

It's just the memory of the body. If you want it, you can still be full of energy even if you don't sleep for a week.

Xiang glanced at him for a few times and found that Zhuang Mingge's eyes were indeed not bloodshot, and his spirit was not tired or listless, so he couldn't help but nodded with relief.

"Well, if you insist, do as you like."

Zhuang Mingge continued: "I plan to let Vito and William rest for a few more days. In the next period of time, we will be more busy. What do you think?"

"Okay, I have this plan." Xiang decided that Zhuang Mingge had the same idea as him, and couldn't help but laugh.

"President, I think I can do it." William protested.

"Rest is rest, don't say anything else, just decide like this!" Xion said firmly in a commanding tone: "You two must give me a good rest. This is the president's order!"

Vito and William looked at each other and agreed reluctantly.

…

After coming out of the treatment room, Zhuang Mingge and Xiang walked side by side on the cherry blossom avenue full of cherry blossoms. The breeze blew and the refreshing fragrance of flowers swirled around them.

The cherry blossom trees that were supposed to wither when they are in full bloom, under the influence of magic, keep blooming forever.

"I heard that in Japan, countless corpses are buried under cherry blossom trees. The more nutrients the corpses have, the brighter the cherry blossoms will bloom."

"What's wrong? It's not like you to suddenly become artistic."

Zhuang Mingge was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

Sion glanced at him and said, "I have been reading Gore Tay's poems recently."

"Who is Gortay?" Zhuang Mingge didn't know why.

"A famous poet in France, he is the author of famous poetry collections such as "Morning Song", "Longing in the Heart", "Birds", "Evening Song" and so on. He is a very famous poet."

"So, when did you become an artistic young man?"

"It's nothing, I'm just sighing."

"I don't understand more and more what you are talking about." Zhuang Mingge shook his head and said, "I plan to go to the library to look up information about Tianjiao, what about you."

"Go back to bed, I'm a little tired."

"Oh, have a good sleep."

"Um."

After separating from the literary young man Xiang, Zhuang Mingge went to the library. In the bookcase recording the history of Saint Laurent, Zhuang Mingge searched all morning, but could not find any records about Tianjiao.

Zhuang Mingge never let go of any small thing or book, but he gained little.

After searching for a long time with no results, Zhuang Mingge let out a sigh of relief and planned to leave the library to have lunch and come back to continue searching.

When he reached the door, Zhuang Mingge suddenly stopped, turned around and walked back. When he met a librarian, he asked kindly: "Excuse me, where is the collection of Gortay's poems?"

The administrator recognized Zhuang Mingge and replied tremblingly: "Go... on the third floor, turn left, there are twenty-eight bookcases. That is a poetry collection library, which contains a collection of poems by Gore Tay."

After saying thank you, Zhuang Mingge turned around and left.

Following the instructions of the administrator, Zhuang Mingge climbed to the third floor of the library and walked to the twenty-eighth bookcase, which contained a line of poetry in English. In the third row on the top of the bookcase, Zhuang Mingge found Gore Tay's

Collection of poems.

He took out a collection of poems called "Morning Songs" and flipped through it a few times. Foreign poems did not pay attention to rhyme, nor did they have seven-character or five-character specifications. Zhuang Mingge was dazzled by the book.

But these are not the main point. Some of the outstanding sentences in "Morning Song" have been underlined in red, seemingly for people to appreciate, but Zhuang Mingge knows that this is not the case at all.

Today, Xion has become an artistic young man uncharacteristically. He must have something to tell himself.

He tapped the collection of poems lightly and carefully entered his magic power. Although his magic power was sealed by the King of Thousand Illusions, it was unlocked after the King of Thousand Illusions died.

This collection of poems received the magic of Zhuang Mingge and underwent earth-shaking changes in an instant.

All the letters swam quickly like tadpoles, rearranged themselves, and formed a letter together with the outstanding verses drawn in red lines.

"First of all, please forgive me for using such a complicated way to contact you. I am being monitored. Although I don't know exactly who it is, I am indeed being monitored."

"My every move, word and deed is almost under the surveillance of those people, so I have to use this method to contact you, and I found that not only myself, but others are also being monitored, and the club has not been monitored yet.

You are probably the only person who has!"

"Although they are secretive, I still noticed that they are very powerful. We are completely unable to resist them now. You are the only one who can resist them."

"The person who helps William get rid of the agreement can only turn to you. Don't let us down!"

Zhuang Mingge stroked his chin, recovered the magic power, and turned the book back into a collection of poems. Zhuang Mingge put the collection of poems back to its original state, and then took out another collection of poems, "The Yearning in the Heart," and opened it and read it.

Like the previous one, this book was also tampered with by Xion. After inputting magic power, the text changed again.

"First of all, please forgive me for using such a complicated way to contact you. I am being watched..."

Exactly the same beginning, exactly the same sentence.

Zhuang Mingge put the book back, and then took out two collections of Gore Tai's poems, "The Birds" and "Evening Songs", and found that the same sentences were written on them.

Probably because Xiang was afraid that his methods would be seen through, he specially selected four poetry collections and wrote the same sentences to remind Zhuang Mingge.

I hope Zhuang Mingge can help them find the murderer who framed William, and the enemy is probably the genius.
Chapter completed!