Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"It's the tenth day..."

But in just ten days, the old man Shoushan became much older.

Standing on the top of the mountain and walking around.

He kept holding the demon core in his hand.

But different from his anxious mood, his eyes were sharp from beginning to end, staring into the distance all the time, maintaining a high level of vigilance.

Seeing the scorching sun rise.

The old man guarding the mountain finally stopped, looked into the distance, sighed, and shook his head slightly: "That little guy... nothing will happen."

"If he really died because of killing the mirage dragon, then the old man..."

"It's a sinner."

While speaking, the old man Shoushan subconsciously touched his pocket and took out the precious box of cigarettes.

But the cigarette case was empty.

"Fuck, if the surnamed Sun doesn't smoke me two, I can still have two."

"that..."

"The mobile lighter, the future leader of the human race, the peerless genius who will not be born in 800 years."

"Do you have a cigarette?"

Sun Yingxiong tilted his head, looked at the naive young man at the bottom of the mountain, and asked with a forced smile.

The young man froze for a moment, then subconsciously shook his head.

"What the hell are you..."

"Go out with a fire, but without smoke?"

The old man had a look of disbelief.

The young man scratched his head shyly: "Senior, when I first awakened, I wasn't particularly proficient in energy control, so I needed to use a lighter to start a fire."

"Although I don't need it now, I still keep this habit."

...

The old man looked at the young man, confused in the wind.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell on Wuyang Wuyang's reserve soldier again: "Which one of you brought cigarettes?"

"I don't believe that our future leaders of the human race don't wear cigarettes on their bodies."

There was encouragement in his eyes.

But what responded to him was endless silence.

Everyone looked at him with big eyes blinking, but no one said a word.

"Fuck, are you so picky?"

"The old man spent money to buy!"

The old man collapsed.

As the day came to the last day, nervousness, anticipation, and a series of emotions filled his heart, and he continued to smoke a cigarette to calm himself down.

"senior..."

"Reserves are not allowed to smoke."

"Mr. Zhong once said that on the battlefield, smoking is a mistake and it is not advisable."

It was still the mobile lighter that stood up under tremendous pressure, and looked at the old man who guarded the mountain and said cautiously.

The old man was flustered by the wind.

Obviously, after staying on this mountain for decades, he is not clear about the new regulations for reserve service.

"Zhong Yushu, I'm a ****!"

"your***!"

The old man guarding the mountain couldn't help yelling.

Getting more restless.

"I have cigarettes, do you want to smoke?"

Until a calm voice suddenly sounded from a distance.

The border between the deep mountain and the demon realm.

An ordinary-looking, weak yellow monkey was standing on a tree, looking at the old man guarding the mountain from a distance and asked.

And on its shoulders, it was carrying an animal skin package, which looked nondescript.

The old man guarding the mountain was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly brightened, he took a deep breath, turned his head cautiously, and followed the familiar voice: "You...you are Yu Sheng?"

"Ah."

Yu Sheng nodded slightly, silently unzipped the zipper on his clothes, took off this set of skin, and put it away.

Just such a step into the deep mountains.

The blood energy of the human race suddenly emanated from his body.

In the eyes of those reservists, seeing this scene, they would subconsciously think that it is the coat that can change the breath, not Yu Sheng.

"it is good..."

"It's good to come back alive..."

The old man seemed to have unloaded a boulder in his heart, heaved a long sigh of relief, and kept mumbling in his mouth.

At this moment, he even forgot about Mirage Dragon.

For an old guy like myself, instead of pursuing a perfect eight awakenings, it is better for the race to have an excellent talent in the future.

This was the reason he figured out on the third day after Yu Sheng went to the Demon Realm.

It's just that before, after all, he was blinded by obsession.

No matter how weak the eight senses are, it is still the eight senses.

What's more, Dragon Mang's demon core was not weak in the first place.

Yu Sheng looked at the concerned look in the old man's eyes, and was taken aback for a moment.

This look...

In the Demon Realm, it will never appear.

sin city...

nor.

But in this human race, it seems...very common.

Yu Sheng didn't speak, but under the eyes of the old man, he opened the package silently, took out the body of the mirage dragon, put it on the ground, thought for a while, and then took out another pack of cigarettes with weak energy. , on top of the corpse.

After finishing all this, under the sight of many reserve soldiers, he silently retreated to the corner, jumped lightly, landed on the tree, just leaned against the branch, put one hand on his waist, and fell asleep.

This trip to the Demon Realm, although Yu Sheng seems to have the upper hand in everything.

Even at the absolute high point on this chessboard.

But it's also a gamble.

One careless move, and everything is lost.

As long as there is any mistake, there will always be an extra corpse in the passage.

even...

During these ten days, he didn't even sleep.

There were also two battles during this period.

A fantasy.

Looking at the boy sleeping soundly on the top of the tree, the old man guarding the mountain stood where he was, speechless for a moment.

But the eyes looking at Yu Sheng became more gentle, and there was a kind smile on the corner of his mouth.

"If my mother-in-law is alive..."

"The old man's grandson should be this old now..."

"Ha ha..."

"Keep your voice down, don't disturb his rest!"

The old man who guarded the mountain looked around in a low voice, and his eyes finally fell on the corpse of the mirage dragon.

Squinting his eyes slightly, feeling the familiar breath emanating from the core of the mirage dragon, the old man Shoushan fell into a daze for a while.

"This little guy... really killed Mirage Dragon?"

"Would it seem that the old man was... a waste."

"It's just... the body of the mirage dragon is too ugly."

Although the old man was complaining, he still picked up the body of the mirage dragon carefully, but he did not go far, but came to the tree, sat cross-legged, put the body of the mirage dragon in front of him, and waited. Yu Sheng wakes up.

Of course, the cigarette smoked.

One after another, it never broke.