Once upon a time there was a demon pass

The night in Jiangcheng is a bit cold.

Under the starlight, the boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old was still curled up, sitting opposite Mo Academy.

Because of the cold weather, his body was still shaking slightly.

Only the eyes that lowered their heads were very calm.

As if quietly waiting for something.

Until the gate of the Mo Academy opened, the young man's eyes became fearful, restless, and even had a proper sense of inferiority.

Just looking at Sun Wen who was walking across.

"Do you smoke?"

Sun Wen casually sat beside the boy, took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one, and handed it to the boy.

The boy lowered his head and shook slightly.

"Oh, I don't smoke either."

"Where are you from?"

Picking up the cigarette again, Sun Wen asked casually.

The young man was a little timid, hugging his knees tightly, raised his head several times, then lowered his head several times, and finally did not speak.

"Prefer not to say?"

Sun Wen smiled gently, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if trying to find something in the young man.

for example...

That cold voice that once mocked him.

The boy hurriedly shook his head, pointed to his mouth, and lowered his head again in low self-esteem.

"Can't talk?"

Sun Wen frowned even deeper, looking at the boy for a while, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

Maybe Yu Sheng's intuition was wrong?

As if thinking of something, Sun Wen suddenly stretched out his hand and made several gestures in mid-air, his hands were extremely fast.

Sign Language.

'Is there something wrong with Laimo College? '

The boy was stunned for a second or so, and made two gestures in response.

'It's... safe here. '

'Mo Academy, strong. '

Seeing the boy's proficient sign language, Sun Wen frowned even deeper.

"have you eaten?"

The teenager shook his head slightly.

Sun Wen got up: "Let's go, I'll buy you some food."

The boy stood up hesitantly, limped, and followed behind Sun Wen step by step.

In the darkness, Yu Sheng looked at the boy's walking posture and pace, as if he was remembering something, and finally shook his head slightly, and returned to Mo Academy.

After about half an hour.

Sun Wen returned.

"Boss Yu, did you see anything?"

he asked urgently.

Yu Sheng shook his head slightly: "The way of walking is different, and the body shape is also a bit worse."

"Maybe it's an illusion."

"I'm not sure."

Sun Wen rubbed his chin, thought about it and said, "How about... let me ask?"

"I'm fine with the interrogation."

There was a look of anticipation in his eyes.

He has seen this thing many times and learned it systematically, but he has never tried it.

Yu Sheng gave him a strange look.

"According to Moge's criminal law, detaining others without permission is illegal detention and should be sentenced to 3-5 years in prison."

"Lynching others, if the circumstances are serious, they will be sentenced to death, or exiled to the city of crime."

Listening to Yu Sheng's popular science, Sun Wen immediately put away those immature little thoughts in his heart, and shuddered.

"Forget it, I don't want to go to Sin City."

After speaking, he turned and went back to his dormitory.

……

Demon domain.

"Grandmother, are you... are you okay?"

An Xin leaned against the tree, her face turned slightly pale, and a wound on her arm was continuously gushing blood.

Zhao Qingyi still had that icy look, without saying a word.

It's just that the breath is extremely unstable and a little weak.

He casually tore off a strip from the corner of Zhao Qingyi's skirt, tied it to his wound, and looked at the gradually rising sun: "There has been a lot of noise recently, and Yingjian Mountain should have been following it."

"Take a break for an hour at most and leave."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid my life will die."

"You say that you don't have that strength, why come to the Demon Realm!"

"It can't cover me!"

Saying that, An Xin couldn't help but glared at Zhao Qingyi, full of dissatisfaction.

Zhao Qingyi silently stared at the strip of cloth on An Xin's arm, feeling a little dazed.

"Look at what!"

"Who made you taller and more cloth!"

"What's wrong with lending me something!"

An said confidently, and stretched out her small hand to touch Zhao Qingyi's forehead: "The incompetent woman has a fever!"

"It's really troublesome to need me to take care of you."

"What's the use of bringing your oil bottle!"

Muttering in her mouth, An Xin stood up reluctantly, looking around for something.

Finally, he found a herb in the crevice of the stone, pulled it up, smelled it lightly, and then stuffed it into Zhao Qingyi's mouth indiscriminately under Zhao Qingyi's resisting gaze.

"I smelled it, and it didn't smell like urine."

"Clean!"

"Pretentious woman!"

While stuffing it, An Xin also explained something.

It's better not to say.

After speaking, Zhao Qingyi showed even more resistance.

It's just because of his weakness that he can only be slaughtered by others.

The bitterness of the herb sweeps through.

Zhao Qingyi frowned slightly and coughed twice.

"It's really hypocritical!"

"I really want to leave you here!"

An Xin was still muttering non-stop, rummaging through her little pink bunny bag.

From a pile of demon cores, I found the only two lollipops left.

"I can't bear to eat it myself!"

"Oh, it's annoying!"

In the end, he took out a lollipop, opened the package, and put it in Zhao Qingyi's mouth.

"Eat, eat."

"When I go back, you have to buy me ten...no, a hundred!"

Zhao Qingyi's brows gradually eased.

Feeling the sweet taste in his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly in enjoyment, like crescent moons.

But he seemed to think of something, and soon returned to indifference.

An Xin, who had been watching her all the time, couldn't help but sneer: "I'm carrying it here every day, aren't you tired?"

"Oh, little man."

"Um..."

"No boobs yet."

Zhao Qingyi, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't hold back the artillery attack from An Xin, and spoke softly.

Three short sentences, to be more serious, two and a half sentences.

Peace of mind broke the defense.

"Damn Baba, what did you say?"

"You kind of say it again!"

"Believe it or not, old lady..."

An Xin stomped her feet, just halfway through her words, her mouth suddenly closed, and she looked around vigilantly.

Zhao Qingyi barely supported himself to stand up, leaning his back against the tree.

"You go..."

Zhao Qingyi spoke suddenly, speaking softly.

An Xin was taken aback for a moment, then glared at her: "Fart, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"You still owe my old lady 1000 lollipops!"

Zhao Qingyi was slightly silent: "It's 100."

"price goes up!"

"Eagle Stream Mountain came so fast this time!"

"Going all out!"

An Xin said impatiently, tied up her messy hair again, picked up a short knife not far away, and stood in front of Zhao Qingyi.

"You go now, before you have time."

"I can hold on."

"My demon core... I will return your lollipop."

Zhao Qingyi looked at An Xin's back and said softly, and the taciturn woman suddenly became more talkative: "Especially...that demon flower."

"It's enough for you to advance to Six Senses..."

"Let's go, we all die here, it's a loss."

Saying that, Zhao Qingyi took a deep breath, and the ice sculpture emerged behind him, which looked much bluer than before entering the demon realm.

Also colder.

Obviously, in this demon domain, there are also gains.

Looking from a distance, monsters and beasts are already surrounding them in all directions.

The growls continued.

The air became oppressive.