Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"They scurried away, hiding in their old dens, not daring to come out!"

"They are afraid of death!"

"Death by the hands of Yu Sheng!!!"

Yuan Qingshan said loudly: "Even if it is the demon king, it will be lost in the hands of Yu Sheng, and at that time, Yu Sheng would only have six senses."

"But now, he has seven senses, or in other words, the future him, eight senses, or even nine senses, will become a nightmare for the entire demon realm. Even now, the master of the demon realm would like to kill him quickly."

"Because of this, instead, we want Yu Sheng to stand on the stage and tell Yaoyu that we, the human race, have no fear!"

"In the future, under the leadership of Yu Sheng, we will go to a higher and farther position."

"Until one day, let Tianqiongjian become the city of my human race!"

Yuan Qingshan's voice kept echoing, and his smile also gradually restrained and became serious.

"I am old, but the human race is still young, and the rest of my life is still young!"

"Next, this heavy burden will be handed over to him."

"The rest of my life..."

"bring it on."

Yuan Qingshan turned sideways, looked at Yu Sheng who was always standing calmly in the distance, and said.

Yu Sheng raised his head slightly, looked at Yuan Qingshan, then walked forward silently, walked up to the high platform, and stood by Yuan Qingshan's side.

"starting today..."

"The rest of my life..."

"Be the master of Mo Pavilion!"

At this moment, Yuan Qingshan seemed to be a little emotional, and said softly, then slowly took two steps back, keeping a little distance from Yu Sheng, and gave way to the center of the high platform, and finally, clenched his fists and beat his chest: "Human Race, Yuan Qingshan , have met Mr. Yu!"

"Human Race, Qi Changshan, I have seen Old Man Yu!"

"Human Race..."

One after another voices sounded in this venue, the voices were resolute and continued to spread.

At this moment, Yu Sheng's eyes flashed a little blank, but he quickly regained his composure. He opened his mouth to the microphone as if he wanted to say something, but after a short pause, he closed it silently.

Under the eyes of the pair, Yu Sheng pondered for a moment, and finally imitated Yuan Qingshan, raised his head, clenched his fists, and knocked on his chest.

Silence is better than sound.

The handover ceremony is completely completed at this moment.

For the rest of his life, he will be the master of the ink pavilion.

"He speaks better than me..."

"I don't want facial paralysis either..."

Faced with this scene, Qi Changshan remained expressionless, said with some emotion, shook his head slightly, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd.

And Yu Mo hid in a corner where the camera couldn't see, watched the scene with a smile, pushed the wheelchair away, without attracting anyone's attention, leaving only a whisper, which dissipated in mid-air.

"At this moment, there is no burden in my heart..."

"Old White Ape, are you ready to start a game with me?"

"Bet on life and death..."

Everything is gone with the wind.

Yu Sheng looked at the reporters below with eager eyes, and fell into silence.

"Mr. Yu, after you take office, will you make any policy changes?"

A reporter stood up abruptly, looked at Yu Sheng, and asked excitedly.

"Um..."

Yu Sheng nodded slightly.

"You mean, the policy will change?"

Hearing Yu Sheng's response, the reporters froze for a moment, another reporter got up and asked again.

This time Yu Sheng pondered for a little longer.

"Uh-huh."

Yu Sheng nodded again.

Seeing Yu Sheng's reaction, these reporters were stunned for a moment, and looked at each other in blank dismay, not following Yu Sheng's thinking for a while.

"So can you tell us about the specific direction of reform?"

The third reporter stood up bravely.

"cannot..."

Yu Sheng shook his head slightly.

Three questions, adding up to five words.

If saying 'um' counts as a response.

Facing people like Yu Sheng who didn't follow the rules, these reporters all had headaches.

This kind of person is the last thing reporters want to meet. They prefer those guys who talk and brag.

If they accidentally say a certain sentence wrong, they can make a long speech to attract people's attention.

"Then besides policy, will you have other actions?"

The fourth reporter gritted his teeth and stood up abruptly.

"Ah."

Yu Sheng nodded again.

"..."

In the end, this originally exciting press conference ended with such an absurd ending, leaving only a group of people looking at each other in blank dismay.

"I feel that what we're going to do next... is going to be difficult."

"Yeah, with such a pavilion master, it will be difficult to do interview work in the future."

"Let's wait for the next Pavilion Master..."

"Hehe, are you waiting for the next Pavilion Master? It should be the next reporter."

"He's only 24, he can kill us all..."

"..."

Faced with this desperate result, these reporters gave up completely and were ready to go back and learn how to deal with facial paralysis.

And Yu Sheng was also surrounded by several Mo Ge staff members, and gradually drifted away.

The handover ceremony, which has been prepared for a long time, has come to a successful conclusion, regardless of the interview session.

That night, I don’t know how many reporters faced the empty computer files, scratched their heads, and fell into deep thought.

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