Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Ji Hong turned his head sideways, looked at the old white ape standing with his hands behind his back in the distance, couldn't help but chuckled and shook his head.

"yes..."

"Since you have come to this demon realm, if you don't stand above the Qiongjian that day and look down at the entire demon realm, wouldn't it be... for nothing!"

At this moment, Ji Hong also removed his usual disguise, his eyes were full of strength and ambition.

Two monkeys with different hairs stand side by side, looking down at the Thousand Miles Demon Plain in the distance.

"You can't pretend too much."

"indeed."

"Then... Lord Mountain Lord, please."

The old white ape spoke suddenly.

Ji Hong nodded.

Immediately afterwards, the old white ape restrained himself in an instant, regained his low profile, bent slightly, took a step back, and stood behind Ji Hong.

Ji Hong, on the other hand, walked towards Qianli Yaoyuan with a chuckle, preparing to take over his first true territory in the Yaoyu.

If you count the Ten Thousand Demon Forest of Old White Ape, the two of them actually have a certain foundation in this demon domain.

Even if they are out of Fei's control now, with Ji Hong's own eighth-level strength, Yingjianshan has to think carefully if he wants to move them.

In other words, when they take this step, they are already invincible.

The worst result is to stand on the top of a mountain.

Of course, there are still many things they want.

for example...

That Eagle Stream Mountain.

……

Ink Academy.

On this day, under the leadership of the vice principal, all the old students returned collectively.

The other leaders of the Mo Academy, who rarely showed up, were standing neatly on the rooftop above the teaching building.

All of them were dressed in black with solemn expressions.

The moment these old students came in, the bell rang in Mo Academy.

A total of nine sounds.

The voice lingered in the ink academy for a long time.

Those old students who had smiles on their faces, including Sun Wen, Zhao Zicheng and others, gradually lost their smiles and fell silent.

In the end, he bent down neatly.

Put your hands on your chest.

The bell of Mo Academy did not ring easily.

Every time it rings, it means that a student has disappeared into this world forever.

Today, nine tones.

"In war, there are no immortals."

"It's not just them, I believe those of you who survived, including those of you who survived, have already made preparations for sacrifice before departure."

"The old man has been in Mo Academy for 30 years. I have seen too many scenes like this."

"So I don't want to say too many provocative and inspirational words."

"At your level, such words are meaningless to you."

"What you have to do is to learn from all the wrong experiences."

"The old man hopes that this bell will not ring for you again."

The principal looked solemn, looked at the people below and said indifferently.

Those new students stood on the playground in a daze, looking at these old students with some puzzlement.

Obviously, at this time, they still don't know the meaning of the bell.

"After today, Mo Academy will be under your full control."

"I feel..."

"It's about to fall asleep."

The principal suddenly cast his eyes on the vice principal below, and said calmly, his voice full of dignity.

But it also seems to be mixed with a little pretense.

But there is no evidence.

The vice-principal froze for a moment, clenched his fists, and asked subconsciously, "In other words, I'm finally going to be the principal?"

"It's still the vice principal."

"Before I take Sun Yingxiong's position and become the head of the Mo Pavilion, the position of principal will not be retired."

"after all..."

The headmaster put his hands on his back, raised his head slightly, and looked at the sky with some melancholy. A strand of beard on his chin swayed in the wind, which was extremely forceful.

"It's a lot of salary for a month."

However, when he uttered the last sentence, all the atmosphere he had created before was instantly shattered.

The vice-principal lowered his head in disappointment, and kept muttering in his mouth: "Fuck, shameless, this old man is doing the principal's work every day and earning the vice-principal's salary."

"If I hadn't also served as director of the Jiangcheng Education Department, deputy director of the security department, director of the culture department, and a member of the No. [-] team of the Demon Elimination Pavilion, I would have starved to death long ago!"

Behind the vice principal, Zhao Zicheng and the others raised their heads in bewilderment, looked at his old back, and remained silent for a long time.

The position of the Director of Education, they know it.

But this guy, why is he secretly hiding so many identities?

What a team member!

At a young age, you've already woken up, running away from the Demon Pavilion to eat nothing, won't your conscience really hurt?

The monthly salary of members of the Monster Elimination Pavilion is just [-]...

Seventy-two thousand a year.

Well, at this moment, except for Sun Wen, the rest of these people were also moved.

Simple conversion of the salary of the vice principal.

The vice-principal earns [-] a month, the director of education earns [-] a month, the deputy director of the security department earns [-], the director of the cultural department earns [-], and the team members earn [-].

The monthly salary is sixty-two thousand.

The annual salary is 74, tax-free.

This is not counting the holiday welfare policy, including those rice, soybean oil and the like.

The most important thing is that this old guy has worked in Jiangcheng for 30 years.

"I think if we report him to the Anti-Corruption Agency, we should be able to get some bonuses."

"Well, I'm suddenly jealous."

"That's right, his salary for ten years is as much as my hard-earned money for a month!" Sun Wenyi was filled with indignation.

For a while, everyone was silent.

Even the vice-principal, who was eavesdropping, fell into a feeling of inferiority for a while.

The next moment, Sun Wen knelt on the ground with a plop.

Still can't afford to kneel down.

Under the envious gaze of 'want to be a funny man', the principal coughed dryly: "I've been in retreat for half a year, and I'm going to break through the eight senses!"

"Well, Bajue!"

"Eight senses!"

Although this is not a valley, under the control of the principal's energy, echoes are still produced.

It was extremely ear-piercing in this ink academy.

The next moment, the headmaster disappeared.

Many old students were not surprised by this, and after remembering those dead classmates, they scattered and left.

Only the freshmen are still inquiring about the meaning of the ringing of the bell.

"Special!"

"You let me get up!"

In the empty square, only Sun Wen knelt on the ground alone, enjoying the admiring eyes of passers-by.

Until it gradually darkened.

"I am willing to sponsor our Mo Academy another 1000 million!"

Sun Wen, who was already a little hungry, finally said helplessly.