Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"What do you mean by the last two years you just said?"

At this time, the old man Shoushan slowly withdrew the smile on his face and became a little serious. He looked into Sun Yingxiong's eyes and asked.

Sun Yingxiong looked indifferent: "Yaoyu can't organize troops now, and it won't be sure in two years. At that time, a Liujue will not be able to defend this mountain."

"It needs to be replaced with a stronger one."

"Of course, if Yaoyu acts quickly and is determined this time, it may have to be changed in a year."

When Sun Yingxiong said these words, his voice was calm.

The old man who guarded the mountain was silent for a long time, and finally slowly raised his head, looked at Sun Yingxiong in front of him and said softly: "So, within two years, are you sure that you will be able to sleep nine times?"

"Ah."

Sun Yingxiong nodded slightly.

The old man guarding the mountain took a deep breath, and couldn't express his feelings for a while.

There is excitement, nostalgia, and a touch of loss.

What is exciting is that this mountain can finally no longer have to guard it.

Nostalgia is the same.

As for being lost...

In a blink of an eye, Sun Yingxiong was about to break through Jiujue, but he almost lost the qualification to guard the mountain.

"Without this mountain..."

"Where should I go?"

The old man Shoushan quickly adjusted his mentality and asked again.

Sun Yingxiong didn't answer directly this time, but thought for a moment very seriously: "Not sure yet."

"Perhaps...the new Pavilion Master of the Mo Pavilion."

"I feel like you can."

"Of course, if someone more suitable than you appears, change it."

"As for you..."

"Fuck, it's still two years anyway, let's talk about it then."

Sun Yingxiong was a little annoyed, obviously this problem had troubled him for a long time.

The human race has nine senses, but eight senses can carry everything.

But the number of human eight senses is not much...

Empty is still a waste, and I don't know where to use it. For a while, Sun Yingxiong looked at him full of disgust.

The weak heart of the old man guarding the mountain felt the heavy blow again.

"Okay, it's okay, I'm really leaving."

"And this pack of cigarettes, the market price is 100, deducted from your salary."

Sun Yingxiong left the last sentence, and his figure disappeared out of nowhere, leaving only the old man standing alone on the top of the mountain, unable to recover for a long time.

"Didn't you give this to me?"

"I also smoked several!"

"I'm sick, why don't I buy such expensive cigarettes?"

"Sun Yingxiong ****, I ****!"

"****!"

The cursing voice of the old man guarding the mountain continued to echo in the air. At the foot of the mountain, a reserve soldier just raised his head and looked up at the man who dared to yell at the highest leader of the Mo Pavilion of the human race under the moonlight. full of worship.

this person...

He must have saved the entire human race once.

Otherwise, he would have been beaten by Sun Yingxiong long ago...

Before they could recover their thoughts, a majestic energy appeared out of nowhere on the top of the mountain in the next second, and the old man guarding the mountain plopped and knelt on the ground.

but...

"If you have the ability, kill me!"

"The energy suppression is amazing??"

"You can play with these things now, don't forget, I'm going to have eight senses soon!"

"Sun Yingxiong********!"

Then, he couldn't even open his mouth.

The soldiers at the foot of the mountain silently withdrew their gazes, looking at their noses, their noses at their mouths, and their mouths at their hearts.

As if it had nothing to do with him.

Sure enough, he didn't save all mankind.

Still got fucked.

After a long time, the energy dissipated, and the old man guarding the mountain had no interest in cursing anymore, but looked down at the demon core in his hand, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Sure enough, to be promoted to Bajue, you still have to rely on people to help you."

"Don't admit defeat, no way."

"But in the two years, I still need to make more money. Don't try to trick me into being the master of the Mo Pavilion."

"Yu Sheng, come back quickly."

"The old man misses you."

The old man sat down again and whispered softly.

And this deep mountain has once again returned to silence.

……

"Old Chu woke up"

The originally bustling Zhenyao Pass suddenly became quiet with this shout.

Chu Yu sat on the chair, opened his eyes weakly, looked at the caring eyes all around, and forced a smile: "I'm fine."

But in just four words, the soldiers around him collectively let out a long sigh of relief, as if they had lifted a boulder from their hearts.

The movements are uniform.

"I just said, Mr. Chu is fine."

"Fuck, it's not the time you were talking about just now."

"You didn't mutter?"

A strong man cursed and cursed at each other.

Zhenyao Pass resumed its excitement again.

Until beside Chu Yu, a woman in a white coat frowned slightly: "Mr. Chu needs to rest."

Those soldiers who were still taunting each other last second kept quiet again.

The whole town was closed, and there was no extra sound.

There were only a pair of eyes staring like copper bells, silently looking in Chu Yu's direction.

They were obviously a bunch of rough people, but they looked extraordinarily cute at this moment.

"Keep working."

"Look at what!"

Cong Yunfeng was the first to recover, looked at these soldiers, and lowered his voice to scold.

Only then did these soldiers carry out their work in an orderly manner.

Anatomy of monsters.

Distribute food.

Dispose of the remains of martyrs.

There are also some people who are only once awakened or twice awakened. They climbed up from Zhenyao pass, washing the blood on the city wall.

It's just that most of the blood has coagulated.

No matter how it is washed, it can't change the essence of this dark red.

But no matter what, from the moment Chu Yu climbed the ladder and slayed the monsters, she has become one of the beliefs of these soldiers.

There was Zhong Yushu in the front, and Chu Yu in the back.

Don't talk about age, don't count gender, don't even ask for their lives, just ask...

Kill all the monsters in this city.

Chu Yu leaned back on the chair tiredly, with a blanket on her body.

Just looking at these busy soldiers, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"Perhaps, I shouldn't fight for you alone."

"This landscape should not be painted just for you."

"them..."

"They are also the best people in the world..."

Chu Yu turned his head, looked at the white drawing board placed beside him, and whispered softly.