Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Don't laugh, really!"

"Human God of War, do you think he will be ugly?"

"Just like Qi Changshan, that old guy, even if he kills a few demon gods, he won't be able to become the God of War!"

Seeing Yuan Qingshan's contemptuous eyes, Zhong Yushu sneered and said disdainfully.

In an instant, Yuan Qingshan nodded in agreement.

As long as Qi Changshan is ugly, he can say anything unconscionable.

"But then, I found out that's not the case."

"After ascending the Zhenyao Pass, several of our classmates from that class have come."

"We were bragging together, talking about what to do in the future..."

"But the first war came unexpectedly, not to mention the Bluetooth headset, I don't know where I lost my chewing gum, and I haven't found it until now."

"It's just a half-hour war..."

"Those of my classmates are all dead."

Zhong Yushu was in a daze, and muttered to himself: "The death was so sudden, even one person, the blood splashed on my face, it was hot..."

"At that time, I was scared to death, let alone God of War."

"Thinking about it now, being able to survive back then was just pure luck."

"Later, I gradually gained experience, and it was much easier to kill monsters, but I was afraid of society at the time..."

"Resists talking to anyone."

"I don't want to see the people I was close to die in front of me, and I can't even keep the whole body."

"It's this kind of mentality. I spent a whole year in Zhenyaoguan."

"After that..."

"I started frantically looking for people to chat with. Those guys who were closed by the town demon all annoyed me and thought I talked too much. Some people said that I was mentally stimulated and went crazy. They suggested that I should be allowed to go down."

"Ha ha..."

"Actually, it was one day that I suddenly realized."

"I can't change the outcome..."

"Then simply, before they die, talk to them more, even if it's just a chat, at least you don't have any regrets in your heart."

Just one cigarette, Zhong Yushu lit another, the smoke was faint, and the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of tar.

But Yuan Qingshan was very silent, just sitting beside Zhong Yushu, not saying a word.

"Do you know why I suddenly changed my mind?"

"An old man in the past always gave me his meat during meals, but I didn't dare to talk to him until he died in front of me."

"At that time, I was thinking, even if I had a word with him at the beginning... it would be fine..."

"Later, marry a wife, have children..."

"Wife dies... son dies..."

"Speaking of which, the word life means that's what it is."

"A lot of things, there is no way to think about it."

"Like these young people, they always need to face these and adjust their mentality."

"We are not saints, and we are not capable of protecting them so that they will not suffer from war."

"Instead of thinking...if we can do what we want, we can let them do what they want, it's better to think... what else can we do with our old life."

"It is unrealistic to want to carry the entire human race on yourself."

"In other words, our capabilities are not yet at this level."

"Think about it..."

Zhong Yushu sighed softly and flicked the cigarette ash: "We have already experienced all kinds of pain and parting over the years. We must learn to face it and learn to be indifferent."

"My mother-in-law, when my son died..."

"I didn't even cry."

"Tears, shed a long time ago."

"That's all that's left, let's keep it, and save it for the day when the demon realm is destroyed, and then take it out and use it when you stand in front of the graves of the old folks and toast them."

The voice fell, and the cigarette happened to be exhausted.

Zhong Yushu got up, stooped slightly, his face was old, his eyes were vicissitudes, and he could no longer see the posture of a god of war. It was hard to imagine how many partings this ordinary old man had experienced and how many lives and deaths he had seen in the past decades.

perhaps...

This is the origin of the name God of War.

Regardless of strength, it's just pure respect for a veteran.

He can be the God of War, and everyone can be the God of War.

"perhaps..."

"I was the one who stayed behind...too long."

Seeing Zhong Yushu's leaving figure, Yuan Qingshan muttered to himself, and finally left silently under the moonlight.

Zhong Yushu returned to the top of the mountain, raised his head, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The crescent moon, the night is dark..."

"It is advisable to kill people and set fire to them, and engage in sneak attacks."

"It's a good day."

"I hope that the rest of my life will not disappoint everyone."

"If this vote is successful, the fire source of self-confidence in the hearts of the human race may really be ignited."

"At that time, when we face the Yaozu again, the odds of winning will be much greater."

"Young people today... are much better than we were back then."

He is like a kind old man, talking to himself with a smile, but the sharpness in his eyes is still silently revealing his identity as the god of war.

……

Qianli Yaoyuan.

At this time, Yaoyuan, after passing through the demon hunting team and the baptism of time and time again, the entire direction close to Zhenyaoguan has no longer the figure of Yaozu.

Yu Sheng stopped slowly, his body floated slightly in the air, gradually revealing his face under the dim moonlight.

"Check the weapons."

"To the restroom."

"gather."

He thought for a while, and finally spoke seriously.

"Pavilion Lord!"

The soldiers at the front were the first to recognize Yu Sheng's identity and let out an exclamation.

The teenagers behind who couldn't see Yu Sheng's face clearly were also shocked when they heard the words from the person in front.

"Check weapons, go to the bathroom, assemble..."

Yu Sheng frowned slightly, and repeated what he had just said.

Only then did the soldiers regain their composure, and they completed Yu Sheng's instructions with some excitement.

Master of the Mo Pavilion...

Lead them personally and enter the demon realm!

This kind of thing, even just thinking about it, makes me feel excited.

The rest of his life now, in the entire fifth generation, is already that kind of faith-level figure.

Qijue, however, made great military exploits, and even sat in the position of the Pavilion Master of the Mo Pavilion.

And his taciturn appearance... so handsome!

The most important thing is that Yu Sheng can appear here, which shows that Mo Ge really agrees with them, and everything he said before is all the truth.

If they just want to use them as cannon fodder, it is impossible for Pavilion Master Mo Ge to appear here in person.

Various circumstances indicate that...

This action is really very important.

All of a sudden, everyone scattered away, going to the toilet excitedly, and those who couldn't get out were trying hard to hold back.

Three minutes later, everyone returned and lined up neatly, looking at Yu Sheng's figure expectantly, waiting for the next instruction.

"In the next day, there is no time to eat."

"Many people will die..."

"Food, you can throw it away."

"Avoid taking up space."

Yu Sheng said again.

As Yu Sheng's voice fell, they didn't even ask why, and decisively threw away the food they were carrying.