Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"That recruit, what are you running around for!"

"Move the things in your hands lightly! Are there no veterans watching?"

"Hurry up!"

"The war may break out at any time, when the time comes, you will lose your life!"

"Has Beacon Tower checked?"

"hurry up!"

Kong Hongfang simply jumped to the top of the city wall, roaring loudly.

This long city pass is closed, and his shouts can be heard everywhere.

It wasn't until everything was stable that Kong Hongfang jumped down from the city wall, sat by the signal tower, picked up a medical book, and casually flipped through it.

"What a mess to write!"

"Skystar Grass and Shuiyuerong are cold in nature, taking both at the same time will make people useless!"

"After I'm in a coma this time, how should I recuperate..."

"The blood of the demon master's beast is used as a guide, supplemented by flame fruit, seven-star flower, demon god's companion grass..."

Kong Hongfang held a blank piece of paper and kept writing on it, sometimes ticking off some.

In the end, looking at the complete list compiled, the corners of Kong Hongfang's mouth twitched slightly: "The recovery conditions this time are too exaggerated..."

"Are these books still useful..."

Looking at the densely packed books recording how to get along with his son-in-law, Kong Hongfang took a deep breath, looked at a soldier in the distance and shouted: "You, come here!"

"Go on a business trip for me!"

"Go to the nearest city, find a bookstore, and help me buy a batch of books!"

"Well, it's the kind of how to get along with grandsons and granddaughters!"

"Yes, the more the better, be more detailed!"

"What are you still doing, go!"

Seeing the soldier looking at him blankly, Kong Hongfang kicked his ass.

All of the soldier's confusion came to him with this kick.

Before Kong Hongfang could speak again, he turned around and ran, disappearing above the city gate in a flash.

"Mr. Zhong is really harmful!"

Looking at these stunned soldiers, Kong Hongfang covered his head in annoyance.

Not far away, a lieutenant general of Liujue came and stood behind Kong Hongfang after seeing this scene.

Liu Jue looked to be over sixty years old, his face was covered with wind and frost.

He looked at Kong Hongfang with complicated eyes, without saying a word.

"Uncle Huang?"

"You sit."

Seeing the lieutenant general, Kong Hongfang froze for a moment, got up hastily, and gave up his seat.

"You sit."

"This dome pass, you are the guard."

Uncle Huang shook his head, looked at Kong Hongfang with complicated eyes: "How long will you sleep this time?"

"I don't know, just let him go!"

"In the blink of an eye."

Kong Hongfang grinned with an indifferent look on his face.

Looking at Kong Hongfang's appearance, Uncle Huang's eyes flashed with distress, but he concealed it very well, but the skin on his vicissitudes of face trembled slightly.

"It's over this time, let's abolish the awakened object."

"I believe that no matter how much Mo Ge pays, it will make you sober again and respect your decision."

"You've given...enough."

He sighed and spoke slowly.

Kong Hongfang's expression remained unchanged, he was still smiling.

"Uncle Huang, what is giving?"

"Just because I am Bajue?"

"So my dedication is called dedication, and others can only be regarded as hard work?"

"Yan Xiaosan, Wang Erniu, Li Tie..."

"These soldiers were all brought out by me."

"They may only have four senses, or even three senses, but what they pay is life."

"Aren't they worth it?"

"Anyway, at least I'm still alive, I can stand here and chat with you."

"If everyone in the world thinks... I, Kong Hongfang, is really hardworking, great, and touching, then do you think it's fair to thousands of people like Yan Xiaosan?"

"I hope that what the world remembers is the contribution of the reserve, not me, Kong Hongfang."

"Because I am also a member of the reserve team."

"Everyone on this city wall is fighting for their ideals, how can I be that deserter?"

"The world is in harmony... If it is because I am Bajue, I have to emphasize it alone..."

"Even if the human race wins in the end, this so-called world harmony is just a joke."

When he said these words, Kong Hongfang kept looking into the distance.

Every busy figure on the city wall.

Some are already middle-aged, and some have childishness written all over their faces.

They would laugh and scold each other, push and yell, and even some old fritters would hide in the corner and be lazy.

But on their faces, there was no fear, nor flinching.

as if...

They're here, they...should be here.

"Life is accelerated while awake..."

"Is it really unavoidable?"

Uncle Huang was a little unwilling.

"can."

"Just wash off my eighth skill."

"But if that's the case, how can I, Kong Hongfang, come to guard the Qiongding Pass?"

"Everything is fate."

"Perhaps, my fate, Kong Hongfang, lies here."

His hand stroked the city wall, his eyes were melancholy, and he spoke softly.

Uncle Huang looked at his back, didn't speak for a long time, and finally left a sigh, turned and left.

Watching Uncle Huang go away, a sad smile appeared on the corner of Kong Hongfang's mouth.

"You have guarded this dome all your life."

"Three sons, all died in battle..."

"The world talks about my bitterness, but people like you..."

"So what?"

"In this world, merit should not be judged only by strength..."

His smile was full of bitterness, and he looked at the Yaoyu in the distance, motionless.

It took a long time before he took a deep breath.

Those sorrows were swept away, and the eyes were sharp again.

"I, Kong Hongfang..."

"Every time you recover, if you don't kill enough money, how can you do it?"

"Demon Realm..."

"My dome closes..."

"Ready."