Once upon a time there was a demon pass

It's hard to imagine that a demon can constantly comfort the undercover human race and talk to him about the mission of the human race.

This scene seems too absurd, but it is extremely natural.

Ji Hong glanced at Old Bai Yuan indifferently, and after saying the kill word, his eyes no longer had that kind of light, but seemed full of indifference.

Or rather, dead silence.

"What will you do if I don't agree?"

He looked at the old white ape and asked lightly.

The old white ape was still talking to comfort him, and he paused after hearing what Ji Hong said, with an embarrassed smile on his face: "Some things hurt my feelings too much, how good it is like now."

"We are still very close and there is no barrier!"

But Ji Hong shook his head slightly, and there was no emotion in what he said: "You will voluntarily surrender to Tianqiongjian and admit to cooperating with me, but the reason is just that you don't have a clear master."

"Now that the lord Qiongjian is wise, there is already hope in the Demon Realm, so there is no need to make promises to me, so he surrenders, and is willing to use me to deceive the human race."

"Although the eight-tailed fox may despise you in its heart, at this point of reform in the demon realm, it must reward you heavily, and it must be open and aboveboard."

"You directly entered the Tianqiongjian. The only disadvantage is that the eight-tailed fox hates you. When the time is right and the demon realm stabilizes, it will find an opportunity to kill you."

"So it's not your best choice."

"Right?"

Ji Hong just looked at the old white ape indifferently, and said in a calm voice.

The old white ape's smile remained unchanged: "Hey, I haven't said everything, some words hurt my feelings."

"It's rare to be confused!"

"At least for now, we are still the most reliable allies!"

"Our lives are entrusted to each other, and we live and die together!"

"The mountain has no edges, and the heaven and the earth are united, so you dare to break with the king!"

The old white ape looked at Ji Hong with deep affection in his eyes, and his tone was melancholy and slightly hoarse.

"Next time when you study the ancient books of the human race, use more snacks."

"This sentence is in the wrong place."

Ji Hong said coldly, then turned around and left, leaving only the old white ape standing where he was.

"I thought your heart couldn't be hardened."

"He's a ruthless man."

"Tsk tsk, did I use the wrong place?"

"It feels pretty good..."

The old white ape watched Ji Hong's leaving back with a smile, and finally murmured to himself: "I dare to break up with you, what an artistic conception, and you...and you...isn't it right, brotherhood. ..”

……

sin city.

"Excuse!"

"Senior save me!"

Just returned to the vicinity of the residence, seeing the dense crowd of people standing outside the door, Yu Mo shouted without hesitation!

The Confucian scholar stood in front of him in a daze, and subconsciously asked, "Is there any incense?"

"I am a good person!"

"Whoever kills a good person must be a bad person!"

"So senior, if you kill bad people, you will have incense!"

Yu Mo spoke extremely fast, and he clearly sorted out the relationship among them.

The Confucian scholar suddenly realized, and nodded: "That's right, those who kill good people must be bad people!"

"Go and kill him!"

As he spoke, the Confucian scholar shouted at the crowd, full of anticipation.

As long as they do it, they can wash away the sins of this world!

but...

These people looked at each other in blank dismay, and had no intention of doing anything at all.

A strong man in the crowd stepped forward, looked at the figure in the wheelchair in the distance, forced a smile on his face full of evil spirits: "Excuse me, are you...Mr. Yu?"

"Mr. Yu..."

Yu Mo was stunned for a moment, looking at these figures thoughtfully, muttering the title, as if thinking of something, his face darkened instantly: "Yu Sheng is an unreliable person, he must have forgotten to send messages, Just remembered!"

"Wages must be deducted!"

Yu Mo muttered and cursed, then coughed lightly, adjusted his clothes, and pushed the wheelchair forward two steps: "Yes, I am Yu Mo, a descendant of Yu Yongyan..."

He added another sentence later, full of deep meaning.

Sure enough, after hearing the three words Yu Yongyan, the whole area suddenly fell silent, and the sound of breathing stopped for two seconds. They looked at each other in the dark, nodded slightly, with excitement in their eyes.

Yu Yongyan...

That's right!

Yu Sheng didn't lie to them. If Yu Yongyan's descendants had the authority to leave Sin City, it would make sense!

That is to say...

Is there any hope for them to get out of the city of sin without going through the once-a-year battle to get out of the city?

That battle out of the city is simply not for people to play!

The mortality rate is high, the number of places is small, and the danger is extremely high!

If there are several places, and the number of participants is limited to a few of them, the hope of going out of the city is great!

Their breathing became heavy, and their eyes were all fixed on Yu Mo.

"Um..."

"Tomorrow I will hold a place competition."

"A few places will be released at that time."

"Welcome everyone to participate..."

"It's just that, this thing also has a mortality rate, I hope everyone understands."

Yu Mo's voice was gentle, and he patiently explained to everyone: "After all, my quota is also limited. If you borrow my quota and leave Sin City, you still owe me a favor, and you have to help me in the future..."

"If all the people who go out are trash, then the value of my quota will be much less..."

Regarding Yu Mo's words, the expressions of these people did not change at all.

Death itself is not a word that can cause waves in Sin City.

And equivalent exchange is also reasonable.

No one will let you out of Sin City out of nowhere, not because of relatives or reasons.

If Yu Mo had no desires or desires, and said that he was purely out of kindness and doing good deeds, then they would instead become more vigilant.

"We understand..."

The brawny man nodded with a smile, but matching his face, the smile looked a bit ferocious.

As the sound fell, the strong man took two steps back to make way for the door of the room, but he had no intention of leaving at all.

Yu Mo stared blankly at the strong man: "You guys...this is..."

"The rest of my life didn't tell us the time..."

The Zhuang Chinese had a helpless tone, mixed with a trace of pain.

Yu Mo empathized instantly, and looked at the strong man with pity in his eyes: "Then you...are tired, it's cold at night, don't catch a cold."

With that said, Yu Mo just pushed the wheelchair, walked the disappointed Confucian scholar into the room, and closed the door.

Everyone is stunned...

If you don't say it for the rest of your life, what the hell are you going to tell us...

But the quota is with you, we dare not ask!

For a while, in this cold night, everyone was silent, regained their silence, and waited silently.