Dang~
The statue is more than just a statue, but that's all.
It may be able to defend or even counterattack a great soul master, but when a soul sect, a soul master, and four great soul masters join forces, when Qianjie asks to borrow a trace of Electrolux's power, when a purple meaning appears in Huo Yulin's eyes hour……
It is nothing.
The hammer with wind and thunder finally hit the statue, and it hit the smiling face that was either reserved or mocking.
The whole face was sunken, like a funny clown.
That's all. No matter how much Wang Dong tries, she won't be able to do it. She has no strength left, and the people who help her are doing their best.
It doesn't matter anymore, because it has been demolished.
The crowd of onlookers finally stopped being indifferent, and finally stopped looking at the sky, and turned into a surging crowd!
It's more than just a statue, but it can't resist people's hearts.
…
In dormitory 108, there were two people lying there - one Wang Dong and the other Qianjie.
Qianjie finally moved into the dormitory assigned to him by Shrek for the first time. He was very happy and happy.
When the crowd hit them, they had already been carried away from the Shrek gate by Huo Yulin and others. No one stopped the girls from entering the boys' dormitory. The old man in front of the dormitory was not there.
"Who stopped you?" Wang Dong turned his head and looked at Qianjie on the bed in the other dormitory.
There is no doubt that Qianjie was stopped, or dragged the wounded body to the Shrek gate - when he first arrived, his whole body was in tatters and his face was still wounded.
He's feeling better now, but he's still pale.
Qianjie should not encounter this, she has already concealed the existence of Qianjie.
"Who knows?" Qianjie looked up at the bed board with a faint tone.
He really didn't know, because he didn't see who made the move. He just suddenly couldn't move when he was about to follow Wang Dong to the Shrek gate. Then when the crowd was almost gone, he was suddenly bombarded by the soul power falling from the sky. After a pause, Huo Yulin was dragged back and could only watch Qianjie flying around in the assessment field.
Although the other party stopped his hand, otherwise he wouldn't be lying here.
Of course, he could guess who it was - he tricked others into tearing down the statues of their ancestors, and only got a beating, which was really a light thing.
It is actually meaningless for Wang Dong to hide his existence, and others are not stupid. They can make reasonable guesses based on a series of events at the school.
Soul masters don't really need evidence when doing things, as long as they have doubts, it's enough.
Therefore, he never asked Wang Dong to hide himself. This would not only highlight his impure purpose, but also be meaningless.
But regardless of whether it makes sense or not, if Wang Dong recognizes his feelings, there is no need to speak out and make this silly goose feel guilty.
Wang Dong didn't speak anymore, and just looked sideways at Qianjie until a figure blocked her sight.
Huo Yulin moved a small stool and sat between Le and Le. She had been in the dormitory, but she didn't say anything, she just sat expressionless.
Because it’s really hard to say anything.
"What you said will make history right and make me a hero, is it true?" Wang Dong didn't care, just block it. She was used to Huo Yulin's behavior of tearing her down at every turn.
"It's true." Qianjie's voice came from the other end.
"It's more than that, right?" Wang Dong raised his hand and looked at it in confusion.
"Yes." Of course it's more than that.
"Can you tell me?"
"No." Qianjie answered firmly.
"Why? Don't worry that I will get angry. I want to demolish the statue."
"It's a good behavior to just recognize right and wrong, and don't think about other things. It's easy to confuse right and wrong."
"Okay." Wang Dong stopped asking, and she really didn't want to worry about anything else.
Silence came to dormitory 108 again, until Wang Dong fell into a drowsy dream.
When he woke up again, Qianjie had already sat up and was holding a box of rice and eating it in his mouth. Huo Yulin was also eating rice.
There is another one on the table, which should be brought by Huo Yulin.
Wang Dong didn't show any politeness. He sat up and started to eat. After playing a game and tearing down a statue, he was really hungry.
After eating, Qianjie suddenly stood up and looked like he was about to leave.
"Have you guessed the actions of those people behind?" Wang Dong suddenly asked.
She was referring to the crowd that suddenly rioted.
Qianjie looked at Wang Dong with some surprise, but still nodded.
"They must have understood right and wrong, right?" Wang Dong asked with a smile.
"Yes, your actions told them what is right and what is wrong. You gave them courage, so you are a hero." Qianjie turned around and stopped looking at Wang Dong's face.
He was really ready to leave the dormitory.
"Really? I want to hear the truth, and you are not allowed to continue telling riddles." Wang Dong realized something and looked at him blankly.
"Some are true and some are false."
People follow the crowd, and no one can guess the human heart.
When someone raises a flag high, those who gather under the flag are not necessarily friends, but also speculators and people who live by their lives.
Ideals are always a peerless treasure.
There was a look of disappointment on Wang Dong's face. Under the sunlight shining into the dormitory, she seemed to be crying again.
Huo Yulin handed over the tissue at the right time.
Wang Dong didn't answer. Her eyes were red, but she didn't really shed tears.
She just looked at Qianjie fiercely: "If I had to do it again, I would still do it."
Qianjie said nothing and opened the dormitory door, followed closely by Huo Yulin.
"By the way, my name is not Huo Yuhao. This is a pseudonym. My name is Qianjie."
He suddenly turned around, with a smile on his lips, and stood quietly at the junction of light and shadow.
…
There was a blush on the horizon, and the setting sun slanted across the sky, making the sunset extremely bright. The campus was full of eyes, and there were birds chirping and insects singing in the woods.
There were still bursts of discussion at Shrek's gate, but they seemed to be trying their best to keep their voices down for fear of disturbing something.
The statue that had been lying on the ground no longer looked as graceful as when it stood up. It was even difficult to tell that it was still human. It was crumpled into a ball by the crowd, like a pig, and was covered with footprints and white phlegm marks.
Other statues were also affected and suffered more or less damage.
Someone was in charge of repairing the other statues, but they turned a deaf ear to the pig-like statue lying on the ground.
No one cares about it.
As if that was the ending it should have, the treatment it should have.
There was an old man in the sky watching all this silently. His waist was bent at almost ninety degrees, and his face was full of wrinkles and age spots.
He witnessed what happened, got angry, and beat the culprit.
But he did nothing, no one stopped him, no one repaired it, no one re-erected the statue.
Even if it's just a matter of waving his hand, even if it's an ancestor in his blood.
Because his surname is Mu, not Yu.
He didn't want to be named Yu, and even his great-great-grandson was not allowed to have the surname Yu because it was embarrassing.
Even if this is just deception.
His bent waist finally straightened up just a tiny bit, so small that it was almost impossible to notice.
The old man looked up at the sky again, smiled humbly, and then closed his eyes.
Because he was afraid that he would not be able to stop showing the ridicule in his eyes.
He turned toward the sunset.
Open your eyes, it's sunset.
