Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Maybe there is, but I stick to my own ideas."

Yu Mo nodded with a smile, and the conversation between the two came to an end.

Yu Sheng no longer speaks.

And Yu Mo also turned sideways silently, making way for a passage.

It's not that he gave up his persistence, it's just that it is somewhat difficult for Liujue, who has lost his legs, to stop three Bajue and one Jiujue.

He brought the Confucian scholar here in advance, but unfortunately when the Confucian scholar saw the strong man, he turned around and ran away, running extremely fast, constantly muttering...

This guy eats people!

"Although you have embarked on this road, the final result will still not change!"

"only hope..."

"One day in the future, when you want to kill me, give me a decent way to die."

Yu Mo looked at Yu Sheng's leaving back, and said suddenly.

Yu Sheng's footsteps stopped, without turning back, he just nodded slightly after pondering for a few seconds: "Yes."

After speaking, Yu Sheng left.

Listening to Yu Sheng's answer, a happy smile appeared on Yu Mo's face. Leaning on the chair, he raised his head subconsciously, looked at the blue sky, and was slightly lost in thought. After a long time, there was a touch of loneliness in the depths of his eyes.

"Boy, you have offended too many people recently. If this continues, no matter what the final result is, you will die."

Xin Yongfeng, who was always watching the excitement, suddenly spoke, feeling a little emotional.

Yu Mo came back to his senses, turned his head to look at Xin Yongfeng: "Do you know what I'm most afraid of?"

"do not know."

Xin Yongfeng shook his head without any hesitation.

Yu Mo chuckled: "What I'm most afraid of isn't death, but that... I can't die in that person's hands."

"Speaking of which, I'm afraid that when the final battle is over, too many people want to kill me. Even I don't have the confidence to die in his hands accurately."

"Less less confident, he will let himself live to that moment."

Saying that, Yu Mo's smile became a bit bitter, and he shook his head slightly.

Xin Yongfeng's expression was a little weird, and he looked at Yu Mo with puzzlement: "It's really tiring to chat with people like you, and you don't even say who that person is. You talk about it all day long, imprisoning yourself in a world that only belongs to you, and always calling it "sacrificing yourself to help others!"

"It seems to be quite great, but it always feels a bit masochistic."

"Either we all die vigorously together, or we all live happily together, isn't that life?"

Xin Yongfeng complained feebly, there was still a delicate bird's egg coiled in his hand, looking at the egg shell, it was obvious that it had been coiled for a while.

"yes..."

"But one day, when we failed, and watched the monsters enter the country, massacre the clans, and the blood flowed like a river, at that moment, you would still feel..."

"If everyone dies vigorously together, is this life not in vain?"

"At that moment, someone told you that you can go back to the past, but you have to suffer alone, but you have the opportunity to change everything. What choice would you make?"

Yu Mo asked back.

Xin Yongfeng's words were blocked back, and after a long while, he muttered with a guilty conscience: "This kind of debate with you is really annoying, you can't talk, and you can't fight."

With that said, he simply changed direction and stopped looking at Yu Mo.

And Yu Mo turned his head, glanced at the direction of the demon domain, with a little complicated eyes, finally sighed softly, and said softly: "Confucian scholars..."

In the next second, the Confucian scholar appeared beside Yu Mo, looking around furtively, as if he was about to run away at any moment.

After realizing that the strong man had indeed left, he breathed a sigh of relief and put his hand on Yu Mo's wheelchair.

"It's also one of the three taboos in Sin City, you're too timid..."

"Slower..."

Before Yu Mo finished speaking, the next second, Confucian scholar decisively pushed his wheelchair away, so fast that Yu Mo could clearly feel strong winds constantly blowing on his face, making him speechless.

This painful process inevitably brought up some not-so-good memories in his heart.

Fortunately...

This time, there seemed to be no dirt.

Then...

The tire of the wheelchair was pressed against a stone, causing Yu Mo to bounce up, and then sat back heavily on the wheelchair, constantly reciprocating.

In the end, Yu Mo had become expressionless and came to bear the pain alone.

"Tsk tsk."

"Young people nowadays..."

"If you are in a wheelchair, you have to drive a car."

"When the old man was young, he always made big jokes."

Looking at this scene, Xin Yongfeng was amazed, and with a little nostalgia deep in his eyes, he said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

As for Yu Mo's pain...

Drag racing will still be painful?

Just enjoy it! ! !