Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"I still have to ask, this matter..."

"Will Mo Academy come forward?"

After thinking for a long time, Yu Sheng looked at the monitoring position again.

"Come forward, maybe not."

"But no one wants to come to my Mo Academy and touch the students of my Mo Academy."

"When the man is in the school, when the demon god comes, he will be beheaded."

"Neither Sun Yingxiong."

It was still the calm tone, but after all, there was still a little helplessness.

Sometimes, as long as you have a human background and do things, you will be restrained.

"If the situation really reaches the point where it cannot be reversed..."

"When the old man resigns from the position of vice principal, he will also keep him safe."

Finally added a sentence, and there was no more sound.

Yu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Let Sun Wen investigate first, Mu Yu, you should practice with Artest more in the last few days, and try not to let him contact the outside world."

"If someone is found..."

"I'll solve it."

"Go away."

After speaking, Yu Sheng turned and left.

Zhao Zicheng was a bit decadent, without that sunny spirit: "You said...they really don't want to waste some time to get a serious understanding of the whole situation, and they can decide life and death at will with only one identity? ?”

"Sometimes, just a word of monster is enough."

"The truth of the facts is not important."

"Or even if most of them just keep watching rationally, but in the face of those abuses, do they really have the courage to stand up and speak for people they don't know?"

"Then being accused of betraying the human race and being a lackey of the demon race?"

"That's public opinion."

Xu Yuanqing smiled sarcastically, with a sense of powerlessness in his eyes.

Too...

The most realistic portrayal of this world.

Interested people fan the flames, rational people keep silent, and impulsive people criticize everywhere.

At a glance, the public opinion is one-sided.

this is the truth.

Is the impulsive person really unforgivable?

Before Zhenyao Pass, they might not be cowardly either.

If the road is uneven, they may also draw their swords to help.

Even...respect elders and love family members.

Even they themselves may not have thought that just because they moved their fingers lightly, a life might be taken away.

To end someone's otherwise brilliant life.

The reason is that they are more likely to be touched by their emotions, and it is easier to charge blindly without any basis.

Standing on the commanding heights shaped by the interests, the whole body exudes dazzling light.

Holding what he thought was a toy gun in his hand, he shot wantonly.

Vent the justice that has nowhere to unleash itself.

This...

It is human nature.

Bloody humanity.

It is also the most powerless.

No matter how powerful the military force is, it seems a little helpless in the face of this situation.

"Let's all go back."

"Do a good job of expression management."

"Don't let Artest see anything."

"Hey, what a big guy, he's full of tendons, but he's not heroic..."

With a sigh, Xu Yuanqing was a little weak.

His brows were furrowed the whole time.

Think about how to handle this.

After everyone dispersed.

In the teaching building, Artest finally put down the bucket in his hand, looking at the ceiling that had just been cleaned, a little lost in thought.

At a loss, at a loss.

Just like when he was just thrown into the pool of stinky blood.

It's just that compared to fear, what he now has more is self-blame and guilt.

"I shouldn't have troubled them."

"right..."

"I can't hurt them."

Although he is sometimes naive, he is not stupid.

He is very clear about what will happen to him if it is revealed that he is a demon.

He also knew what kind of price they would have to pay if Mo Academy forced them to help them for the rest of their lives.

Make a fist.

A tear fell from Artest's corner.

After all, all good things are nothing but illusions.

A monster, everyone screams and beats, the disgusting monster...

What qualifications do you have to make friends?

even...

Hurting friends.

Wiping the corners of his eyes, trying to restore his smile, he walked out of the teaching building, and even greeted several old students honestly along the way. m.biqmgè

Some old students looked at Artest with complicated expressions.

But still showing a kind smile.

Not even the mischievous style of the past.

In this way, Artest came to the gate of the campus, still holding the bucket of water in his hand, and walked out.

Standing at the gate of the college.

Stop.

Turning around, looking at the academy where he had only stayed for two months, he felt a little reluctant and nostalgic in his eyes.

Eventually fade away.

In a clothing store, I changed my clothes and bought a hat to cover my face.

Completely disappeared among the crowd.

"Follow."

"Heh, this so-called Human Race Mo Academy is really cold-blooded."

"It only took two hours for the matter to ferment, and the person was driven away."

"Sure enough, as Yaoyu said, people...are hypocritical creatures."

A middle-aged man said with a sneer.

The nails are polished very sharply, and I always like to use my nails to lightly grind the wall.

While speaking, his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Come on."

"In intelligence, it's just a three sense."

"For the sake of caution, don't do anything first, observe for two days."

"If those insidious guys from Mo Academy used him to fish, then we would be too wronged to die."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man tucked his hands into his sleeves.

It looks very low-key.

He and a few other people just wandered aimlessly on the street, drifting with the crowd, as if there was no clear goal, but they kept following the footsteps of Artest's departure.

It's just that they didn't see it. Sitting on the side of the road opposite Mo Academy, the seemingly frail young man moved his ears slightly.

With his head down, his eyes were thoughtful.

"Demon Realm..."

"Artest..."

"Human Race..."

"Things are fermenting, is it on the Internet..."

"It's not a person from a cult, but it's from the demon realm, but it's in human form."

"There was a sound of grinding nails."

"People who take refuge in the demon clan... are still humanoid demons."

"They're targeting Mo Academy, or Artest."

The young man murmured to himself, constantly analyzing the only information in the conversation he had just heard.

I want to judge something based on this.

Including whether it will affect your own plans.

"Have you heard that there are... demons in Mo Academy!"

"I heard, it is said that he is still a student."

"Speaking rationally, I don't think the Mo Academy knew about it. Now that it knows, it will definitely deal with it openly. After all, there is nothing good about demons!"

"Yes, I still trust the Mo Academy."

Several passers-by were discussing in low voices, not forgetting to glance at the Mo Academy.

He has even started to analyze how to solve this matter for Mo Academy, which is the most appropriate.

The same goes for passers-by.

Internet public opinion has already detonated.

Especially when the person concerned is... Artest, who has just participated in the freshman competition and has a certain reputation on the Internet.

Giant Artest.