Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Listening to Yu Sheng's nonsense, Yuan Zhong shouted desperately: "No, this represents my dignity!"

"Even if this dignity is just a wig!"

"If you break my wings, I will destroy your heaven!"

"I want to make love..."

Before he could speak, he heard a crisp sound.

Strands of blue-green hair fell in the wind and covered the egg.

"Do you still bury love..."

Yu Sheng asked curiously.

"Don't bury love..."

"Don't bury love..."

Yuan Zhong murmured, he still didn't dare to put the egg down, the whole person looked very pitiful, especially his face was still beaten by Su Mo... very miserable.

Looking at it from a distance, just this shape will almost make people cry.

It is not so pitiful!

for a long time...

Yu Sheng looked at Yuan Zhong, and the egg had gradually ceased to be angry, so he took the egg back.

And Yuan Zhong immediately pulled the wig off his head.

After losing that killer hairstyle, Yuan Zhong looked much more energetic with his ordinary black short and medium hair, and his appearance doubled.

Of course, on the premise of not looking at his bruised nose and swollen face.

Yuan Zhong kept his head down, as if he wanted to hide himself, opened his small backpack and looked through it, and soon pulled out a white Shamat hair, put on...

Strictly fit.

Still smooth.

The moment he put on the wig, Yuan Zhong became confident again, and the expression on his face returned to the cold again.

And there was a bit of a vicious air.

It's just like...

His own character was born entirely to cater to the wig.

It wasn't until he saw Yu Sheng with his eyes that he shivered subconsciously, and he took two steps back. After realizing that Yu Sheng had no intention of doing anything again, he accelerated his pace as much as possible while maintaining his aloof personality. , gradually go away.

Su Mo, at most, beat himself up without any fear at all.

But for the rest of my life...

Squat, bake eggs, cut hair.

Each of them was like torture, imprinted in his heart, and even created a shadow.

"next time..."

"What reason are you looking for to cut?"

Recalling the turbulent gray energy on Yuan Zhong's body just now, Yu Sheng was thoughtful and looked forward to it again.

This freshman...

OK!

Satisfied, Yu Sheng hugged the egg, returned to his dormitory, placed it on the bedside, and poured some energy into it, and then practiced again.

Constantly compressing the energy of the first three awakened objects to make them more pure.

With Yu Sheng's continuous purification in recent days, his energy quality has improved by leaps and bounds compared to before.

……

"Old ghost, you are two days late!"

Zhong Yushu stood on the city wall of the ghost gate, as if melting himself into the shadows.

After Zhong Yushu's two-month transformation, this perennially gloomy place that never sees the sun has become a little more vibrant.

but...

It is estimated that it will return to its original state in half a month at most.

"Clear the dark pavilion."

The old ghost's words were still short and powerful.

In this gloomy environment, the hoarse voice seemed to blend in perfectly.

"Tsk tsk..."

"But to be honest, the recent efficiency of the Dark Pavilion is really not good."

"The Dark Pavilion back then has changed people's faces."

"Okay, you are busy first."

"In another month, those guys from Yaoyu will attack again!"

"I also want to see my reserve."

While speaking, Zhong Yushu floated in the mid-air in just three or two steps, surrounded by a blood dragon, not angry but majestic.

"You really... can sleep nine?"

It was the first time that the old ghost took the initiative to ask questions.

Zhong Yushu smiled lightly: "Who can say for sure about this kind of thing."

"Once a serious injury, reshape once."

"There are also beast cores."

"My world has gradually become stable."

"Whether you can take the next step, you will know after trying."

With a wanton smile, Zhong Yushu turned around and disappeared into the air in an instant.

The old ghost stood alone on the wall, his face hidden in the hat, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

The faces of the surrounding officers and soldiers who are responsible for guarding the gate of hell are also generally a little pale, looking gloomy, with almost no expression on their faces.

more like...

A group of lonely ghosts.

Under the permeation of all kinds of swamp gas and Yin Qi in this ghost gate, even normal people will generally be weak.

After a long time, he was left with diseases, and finally died in pain.

Therefore, among those who have guarded the gate of hell, very few old people survive.

Even if he is alive, he still suffers from all kinds of torture every day, and the pain is too painful.

"Take a rest."

"After half a month, go back to the customs."

"Scout ready."

"Weapon replenishment."

The old ghost stood on the city wall, issuing orders one after another, and the voice kept echoing around.

The soldiers kept silent the whole time and got up slowly. There was almost no communication with each other, but they started their work separately in tacit understanding.

……

"Mr. Sun, I think it's time to start."

Yu Mo looked at Sun Yingxiong and said softly.

Sun Yingxiong glanced at his watch and smiled: "Don't worry about it for a while, besides, the effect of me going out to talk in this kind of scene is not as great as that old thing."

"It's probably coming soon."

While speaking, Sun Yingxiong froze for a moment: "Look, the man is back."

"Let's go out."

Sun Yingxiong got up, opened the office door and walked out.

Come to the rooftop of the Mo Pavilion.

At this time, a camera was set up on the roof, and several staff members were waiting quietly.

After seeing Sun Yingxiong, he cheered up and came over.

And in the corner of the roof, there are monitors. On the screen, you can see teams of reserve soldiers scattered all over the human race, forming a square formation, quietly waiting for something.

"Mr. Sun, the live broadcast has now started."

"You can just talk."

A staff member held a microphone and handed over a speech.

Sun Yingxiong just glanced at it, then looked at the staff member, and chuckled, "When did I ever use this kind of thing?"

"Soldiers on the front line speak with roars."

When Sun Yingxiong spoke, his voice was not loud, but every word was very clear, and everyone could hear it accurately.

The soldiers lined up on the screen stood up straight after hearing Sun Yingxiong's words.

Look solemn.

"I won't say anything redundant."

"Those fake and empty things are meaningless. I only have one wish, and that is that you... come back alive as much as possible."

"Old Zhong should be here soon, let him talk."

While speaking, Sun Yingxiong straightened his body, clenched his fist with his right hand, hammered his chest, and saluted.

Step back in sync.

Accompanied by a dragon chant, Zhong Yushu's figure appeared in the sky.

The next moment, stand on this rooftop.

At this time, Zhong Yushu wasn't joking like he used to, with an extremely serious expression and cold eyes. Looking at the live broadcast, it seemed as if he could see the reserve personnel through the camera.

The momentum, at this moment, has completely reached its peak.

(Tonight at [-] o'clock, I will broadcast live on Douy. You can search Tomato Writer Assistant, um...it will show your face. You can look at my face and scold me. It should be very cool.)