Cha Huan sneered: "So it should be in your control?"

"Neither can you or I." Wulian said: "But we can design a usage process based on the inheritance method of the Holy Sword to ensure that when necessary, we can send someone to wield the Holy Sword; and also let all citizens know that the Holy Sword

Never hanging in the air, the glory always protects all living beings!"

"What do you mean...did you think Qin Leyin told me his method of wielding the Holy Sword Hui Yao?!"

Cha Huan finally heard the subtext of Shameless and cursed loudly: "An'wei, you brat, why don't you ask Her Majesty the Queen? She must know why Qin Leyin can share the Holy Sword with the Emperor with a foreigner!"

Wulian said: "Qin Leyin must know that the holy sword Huiyao is meaningless in the hands of the royal family. If he wants to leave an insurance for Huiyao, who else in the world is qualified to be his insurance except the principal?"

"It's no use praising me, brat," Cha Huan snorted: "Qin Leyin died cleanly. He didn't leave a suicide note for me, and he didn't ask me to be any kind of insurance... I wonder if you wore the helmet for too long.

My brain development is stunted, and I am already half buried in a coffin. If he keeps the insurance, it won’t be left to me."

"Maybe there will be a funeral tomorrow..."

"No, no, absolutely not!" Cha Huan waved his hands as if he wanted to wave away flies: "If he really wanted to tell me something, he would definitely tell me before he was alive, and he would not hide it after death like an idiot.

"...Do you think he wore a helmet like you? Would he convey such important information to me in such a high-risk way?"

"Actually, you also know in your heart that Qin Leyin is probably just a coincidence. His miracle cannot be copied. If it can be copied, he must have been prepared."

Wu Lian was silent for a long time and said: "If he really left something behind, the funeral tomorrow is the most likely possibility. Please pay more attention to the principal."

"What you just said is right. You are indeed children who are carefully cared for." Cha Huan said sarcastically: "He tried every means before his death to make you not rely on him or the holy sword, but in the end you are still a group of giant babies."

"You do not understand."

"Let's just say, I'm one of the smartest people in the world, maybe even one of them."

Wu Xian was silent for a moment and said: "Actually, I also know that forming parties for personal gain, forming cliques, cliques for warmth, transfer of interests, political marriages, blood ties, sons inheriting father's business, and passing it on from generation to generation are all inevitable social normalities.

Sooner or later, the white night will fall into the same reincarnation. In the past two thousand years, this kind of thing has happened many times, breaking the old and then creating an old one."

"But this time is different, because he has been here, because we have been here. Even if we leave, they still have to build colleges, build trade unions, fix medical lawsuits, be considerate of the people, be afraid of the people, and have to care about the people's feelings... It's just,

If we can add a little more leverage on the people's side, we can make the other side fall slower."

"Why do Baiye branches spring up like mushrooms all over the country? Why are people willing to join Baiye and make their voices heard to fight against the injustice of the world?"

Wulian stood up and said: "Because they discovered for the first time that the Holy Sword is shining brightly and is willing to stand on the side of most people. The Holy Sword gave them courage and gave them hope, and we Bai Ye... are just the Holy Sword

the incarnation of.”

"Excuse me, I don't have money to treat the principal to dinner, so I'm leaving now. See you at the funeral tomorrow."

After that, he shamelessly jumped out of the window and left.

Cha Huan was silent for a long time, sitting silently. His eyes suddenly looked at the photo frame on the table. There was a black and white photo in it. In the photo, an old man and a young man were holding hands, like two expired children.

After a long time, he suddenly let out a mocking laugh:
Chapter completed!