Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Maybe Xin Yongfeng did not act smart enough in some places, but after all, he is still an old man who has lived for many years, and he has seen many scenery.

He still understands that kind of emotional communication, and he understands it very well.

Of course, if what Yu Sheng and Yu Mo were talking about just now, what will happen in the next three years, the world in the future...

Maybe he was really dumbfounded.

For a while, the deep mountain returned to silence, only the old man who guarded the mountain was still sitting there, just like many years ago, as if he had never changed.

He seems to have walked by, but also seems to be...always there.

……

Zhenyao Pass.

Yu Sanshui looked exhausted, leaning against the city wall limply, his clothes, arms, and face were all stained red with blood due to carrying the demon god's corpse for a long time, sitting there like a little red man .

The soldiers in the whole Town Demon Pass were immersed in the wave of joy, and they looked at the corpse of the Red Dragon Demon God curiously, feeling the pure aura inadvertently emanating from the wound.

Only Zhong Yushu was always hiding in the corner, looking at Yu Sanshui furtively, with a glint in his eyes.

"Confucian scholars!"

"In five seconds, I'll rush out."

"Block the sight of these soldiers for me. It's a bit embarrassing to be noticed by them."

Zhong Yushu whispered.

Although the Confucian scholar didn't understand what Zhong Yushu was going to do, after a fight with him, the Confucian scholar seemed less honest than before, and nodded without any trace.

Afterwards, Zhong Yushu walked briskly, with a scrawny body, wearing boxer shorts, and rushed straight at Yu Sanshui.

Confucian scholars, on the other hand, wrote some words in mid-air at will, turning the surrounding area into fog, making it impossible to see clearly.

In the next second, Yu Sanshui's horrific voice sounded: "Fuck, fuck, Zhong, what are you doing!!!"

"You are a pervert!"

"leave me alone!"

Due to the fear, Yu Sanshui's voice became a little sharp, even when he was being hunted down by the demon god Zhu Yan, he had never made such a frightened voice.

"hey-hey..."

"Senior, the energy in your body is lacking now, you can't resist!"

"Don't worry, I'll be as gentle as possible..."

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Yushu's voice sounded from the mist, with a sinister smile, it was easy for people to make up a beautiful picture by themselves.

In an instant, the entire demon town was closed, and everything was silent, even if a needle fell on the ground, it could be heard clearly.

The reserve soldiers twisted their necks stiffly like zombies, and looked into the mist in unison. You could vaguely see Zhong Yushu's thin figure, like a devil, gradually approaching the pitiful Yu Sanshui in the corner.

Our belief, our honor, the god of war of the human race, what happened to him?

The Confucian scholar finally came to his senses. Although his face was still expressionless, he quietly took two steps back, avoiding the eyes of everyone, and waved his hand lightly again.

This time, finally even the sound was completely blocked.

And he kept mumbling something in his mouth.

But this deceitful thought made these reserve soldiers fill up more stories in their minds!

If they were given a computer now, they could write millions of words about Zhong Yushu and Yu Sanshui's grievances in minutes!

"you..."

"What on earth are you going to do!"

Yu Sanshui seemed to have been insulted, and kept shrinking into the corner, arms crossed, I felt sorry for him.

Zhong Yushu's footsteps gradually slowed down, and a smile appeared in his eyes looking at Yu Sanshui: "Senior, look at the demon blood on your body, it's almost dry..."

"Isn't this a waste!"

"A drop of demon god's blood may change the future of a young man."

"so..."

"Be patient, senior, I'll help you scrape off the blood..."

"Including soaked clothes!"

As he said that, Zhong Yushu quickened his pace again, holding a small bottle in his hand, and squatted in front of Yu Sanshui, carefully scraping the sticky blood on his skin with a small iron piece.

Yu Sanshui was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "You frightened me to death! By the way, it's so dirty, who can drink it?"

"..."

"It's better to be dirty than to lose your life."

"When you are young, you have a better foundation, and you will go further in the future."

"Maybe such a bottle of demon god's blood can create a Bajue, or even Jiujue."

"Because it's dirty, don't you drink it?"

"Our reserve soldiers are sleeping among the corpses. Whoever snores may have something in their mouths."

"There's nothing to dislike."

Zhong Yushu waved his hand with an indifferent look on his face, and said with a smile.

After being stunned for a moment, Yu Sanshui became silent, and cooperated with Zhong Yushu, took off his shirt, took the initiative to carefully squeeze out blood drop by drop into the porcelain bottle.