Once upon a time there was a demon pass

It can be said that Yu Mo's shocking shots several times in succession have already left an indelible shadow in their hearts.

The means are too cruel.

There is no regulation or law at all, it all depends on the mood.

This kind of person is the most feared.

After all, what I fear the most is that others are unreasonable and they can kill you.

In the afternoon after Mo Ge's briefing, the press conference was released.

At the press conference, Yu Sheng, who has always been taciturn, held a thick speech script in his hand, carefully read the words on it, and recited it.

No emotion, no skill.

It's like AI repeating.

"The blood from the town demon gate has not yet dried up!"

"..."

"We want to fight the war to the outside of Zhenyao Pass..."

"Let the sky be filled with human flags."

Although the copywriting is impassioned, it is hard to get excited after hearing Yu Sheng's words.

It's just like...

I always feel almost meaningless, as long as the next second, I can be excited, but I can't wait for the next second.

As a result, the people watching the live broadcast all looked constipated and felt uncomfortable.

Until a smart guy muted his phone and only watched the subtitles. For the rest of his life, he didn't listen to the sound, and felt that it was coming in an instant. While he breathed a sigh of relief, his blood was surging, and he wished he could go to the front line and kill two monsters.

At the end of the speech, Yu Sheng also said that he would also go to Zhenyao Pass and lead the way.

End of the meeting.

The discussion about the rest of life instantly became a trending topic.

"Pavilion master with facial paralysis."

"Could it be that Mr. Yu has something to hide?"

"This seems to be a disease. I know an old Chinese doctor who specializes in treating this disease, and the effect is very good."

"I'm the old Chinese doctor mentioned above. I can't cure this disease. (My grandfather can't send texts, so I sent them on behalf of me. In addition, my grandfather said that this is not a disease.)"

This emotionless recitation of Yu Sheng has aroused widespread discussion.

Many people even doubt whether there are language and expression barriers for the rest of their lives.

Until someone found Yu Sheng's graduation photo at Mo Academy and posted it on the Internet.

Looking at Yu Sheng's kind and bright smile in the graduation photo, all these people fell into silence.

"It seems that Mr. Yu can't laugh, it's because we don't deserve it..."

For a while, everyone was laughing at themselves, and wondered who, besides the 140th graduates of the Mo Academy, was worth smiling for the rest of their lives.

But in the face of a serious battle, this kind of self-entertainment quickly jumped over.

More people are still discussing whether it is really beneficial for the human race to take the lead in launching the war in this situation.

Or, it was just an act of Pavilion Master Moge's eagerness to express himself.

A large number of analysis posts appeared.

It's just that under the deterrence of the light group, the speeches in these posts are very fair, and they dare not have any subjective emotions at all, including even expressing some doubts about Mo Ge very tactfully, carefully, for fear that Yu Mo will be unhappy and kill himself suddenly .

After all, this kind of analysis post does not start from a few hundred words.

Sentencing according to the word, the death penalty is stable.

As for Mo Ge, after Yu Sheng finished the process of the press conference, he continued his usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.

Read documents, check information, sign, go to the cafeteria to eat, and sleep.

There is absolutely no tension and depression before the war.

It wasn't until three days later that two consecutive news came that Yu Sheng's expression changed a bit.

The first message was sent by Zhao Zicheng in the group.

"My wife is pregnant..."

"I'm going to be a father."

"Although it's not appropriate to announce this kind of good news in such a big environment, I can't find anyone else to confide in besides you!"

"So nervous!"

"Do you think there will be any flag set up? I stood on the city wall of Zhenyaoguan, looked at my wife's photo, and told my comrades in arms that I am going to be a father, and I can hold children when I go back."

"Then..."

"I died on the eve of the end of the war."

Before anyone else could speak, Zhao Zicheng sketched out a passionate drama for himself.

What responded to him was a series of ellipses.

"I feel that you don't need Yaozu, you can write yourself to death."

"And...it's really not possible, you just don't want to go to this battle."

"Anyway, one more of you is not much, and one less of you is not much."

Even though he is the president of the top group of the human race, Sun Wen seemed to be idle and had nothing to do. He replied in almost seconds, and even matched it with an emoji.

"Yeah, it's fine if you don't go."

"Do you have to force a hot-blooded drama to provide real background elements for future TV dramas of the human race?"

Lin Xiaoxiao replied immediately.

Zhao Zicheng did not reply directly, but entered a string of text after a while: "But...if everyone thinks like me, there is still someone guarding the Zhenyao Pass..."

"Similar situation, not only me..."

"I can't be special either."

"What's more, I feel that the opportunity for my seven senses is right now. In this battle, if I get beaten a few more times, I will definitely enter seven senses."

Zhao Zicheng said solemnly, his words were so heavy and solemn.