Once upon a time there was a demon pass

The old man was silent.

With a thoughtful look in his eyes, he finally nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Well!"

Sun Wen looked at the people who were gradually coming from a distance: "In this case, the senior can decide life and death with his own words, is it in line with the belief of the human race?"

The old man shook his head slowly: "Not suitable."

"Senior has practiced so far, and he has attained six senses. In our human race, he has entered the ranks of masters and protected the common people and sentient beings."

"Speak lightly of life and death, respectable martyrs of the human race?"

Sun Wen asked again.

The old man sighed softly, and the long sword in the void slowly dissipated and turned into a spot of light.

"Let's go first, the younger generation will pass by."

"I have grievances with the Yaozu, and I have no right to say a word of forgiveness."

"But Artest...was born as a human race, and what he experienced was not what he wanted. What he has witnessed now is nothing but Artest's heart and nature."

"Before there is no result, directly cut off the way of life."

"This is not the human race in my heart."

Sun Wen looked solemn, seeing that the old man was neither humble nor overbearing, and stood firmly in front of Artest.

"The junior thinks that Mo City...should go."

"This matter, after all, there must be an explanation."

"A statement to the world."

"Reason, it's up to you to argue."

"Senior, what do you think?"

The old man was silent, and it took a long time before he shook his head lightly: "But Mo City is the place where the ancestors of our human race slept for a long time, the demon..."

"Take a break."

"It's just a matter of Mo Ge and Yao Yu from this point of view."

"The worst thing is the baby's own business."

"What does it have to do with you?"

"Free."

"The sages didn't say anything, and you still shared their worries."

In the distant city, an elderly lady who owns a tailor shop and wears reading glasses is muttering.

Still busy with needlework.

But his seemingly murmured whispers continued to explode in the midair outside the city.

"Liujue, it's amazing to be able to fly!"

"You can't keep your feet on the ground and chat with people face to face!"

"Young people today!"

This aunt is like a broken mouth, nagging non-stop.

The old man's expression changed in mid-air, and the surrounding energy seemed to be emptied, falling straight from the air.

Fortunately, before approaching the ground, the energy recovered.

Barely let him stabilize his figure.

It can be regarded as not losing face.

"Thank you for your advice, senior."

The old man looked towards the city in the distance with some trepidation, bent down, and bowed.

"Thank you fart!"

"The old lady finally saved some money to start a business."

"I have to move again!"

The owner of the voice was obviously in a bad mood.

Put the sewn clothes on the table.

"Then who, that doll of the Lin family, remember to come get the clothes."

"It's on the table for you."

"The fabric of this dress is good, and it must be comfortable to wear."

"Especially the big flower on the cuff, how handsome."

"The next time I wear it to go out, I will definitely attract girls to like it..."

The sound became smaller and smaller until it disappeared.

When I looked again, the tailor shop was empty.

Only one flowered padded jacket was quietly placed on the table.

He's obviously a hermit, but he always feels a bit talkative and talkative...

The old man outside the city was already sweating profusely, and his guilt was beyond words.

I actually provoked the hermit senior to come out of the mountain, and even changed his residence.

After a long time, the old man raised his head, and his eyes fell on Artest: "I'll go to Mexico City, and wait for your reasoning. If you can convince me, I will tell you in public..."

"Persuade you ass."

"Why are you so indebted, those dolls are hot-blooded, and I won't say anything when they are young and energetic."

"You are too old, so you can't do something serious."

"Why don't you learn tailoring with me, the knowledge here is great, especially needlework, my mother, it feels more difficult than cultivation, that big flower..."

"Oh, yes, I've come a long way."

"Goodbye."

The sound disappeared again.

The old man was no longer in the mood to speak, but just took a deep look at Artest, turned and left.

Looking in the direction of departure, it is Mocheng.

Obviously, he still wanted to join in the excitement.

No, he still wants to hear this truth.

Ever since the hermit senior opened his mouth, he always felt that this very meaningful thing they did suddenly became like a child fighting, which was a bit embarrassing.

city ​​gate.

Those young people who had just been kicked out heard the old voice going away, and stopped in unison.

Back straight, right hand clenched fist, light hammer chest.

Head slightly lowered.

Just like what I said before, in the final analysis, everyone was right.

These young people also respect the seniors of the human race.

Also willing to die for the human race.

But still that sentence...

Everything, ask for a reason.

Of course, in this matter, there is still something wrong after all.

The one who is wrong is the monster who stirs up public opinion.

What was wrong was a demon realm where people experimented.

Incorrect...

They are those who are cowardly, but eager to stand in the sun, enjoy the honor of heroes, and have lost their hearts.

Looking at those people under the city gate from a distance.

Sun Wen took a deep breath.

Jump to the roof.

Still holding a big horn in his hand, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Please ask me, some of our brothers will give it to you!"

"If you say you want to explain, our brothers will give it too!"

"Even if this reasoning comes to the end, if you deny it, you will kill him!"

Sun Wen pointed in the direction of Artest who was silent in the distance, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice trembled slightly: "Give me too!"

"Not only his, but my life is also for you!"

"However, I don't admit that I died at your hands."

"Big deal, I'll take Artest to the demon realm, fight the demons, and die at the hands of those monsters, everyone, okay?"

For some reason, Sun Wen was a little tired, and his embarrassed figure stood on the roof of the car, and under the moonlight, he looked so proud.

Mu Yu stepped forward lightly: "Go together."

"If this world can't accommodate Artest, so what if the brothers step into the demon realm together?"

"Maybe he will kill through the demon realm and become the king!"

Zhao Zicheng still had that sunny smile, leaving only Artest a back view.

Lin Xiaoxiao touched Dabai with one hand, and nodded vigorously.

Looking at the figures of the crowd, Artest's eyes were moist, and he tried not to cry, but the self-blame and guilt in his eyes became more and more obvious.

perhaps...

When that scene happened, committing suicide was already his best destination.

At least, it won't hurt others.

The people outside the city were silent, looking at each other without speaking.

In the end, these people formed a mighty crowd and walked in the direction of Mo City.

It was Sun Wen's silent acquiescence.

There are demons in the human race.

In public and private, there must be a statement.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a joke for what they have held on to in their hearts over the years.

There are also some people with sarcasm and sneering behind the crowd.

Get together in twos and threes.

He kept murmuring something in his mouth.