Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"There are... 1000 meters..."

Zong Ren looked at the faintly visible and very thick city wall far away, and muttered to himself, but his eyes became more and more determined.

His speed was getting faster and faster. Although he couldn't mobilize the awakened objects and energy, he was still running wildly on the street.

Faced with today's grand scene, the residents of the outer city all hid in their rooms and did not dare to show their faces.

Not to mention standing up and attacking Zongren.

This can be regarded as creating a better environment for him.

The woman behind her was still chasing after her, and her speed was a little faster than Zong Ren's, and the distance between the two was getting closer.

Yu Mo was sitting in a wheelchair, with the huge city gate behind him, watching this scene from a distance, thoughtful.

Confucian scholar just returned to his side at this time, standing behind him, motionless.

"Busy working?"

Yu Mo asked casually, as if chatting about family matters.

Confucian scholar nodded lightly: "Yes."

"Right."

"Those guys who have no hope of getting the quota should stop."

Yu Mo nodded with a smile, and asked casually, "Have you ever made a deal with Zong Ren?"

"Who is Zong Ren?"

The Confucian scholar was taken aback.

Yu Mo didn't respond, but just looked at the figure in the distance that was very blurry because of the distance.

"Oh."

"Yes."

"He said he would be very, very grateful to me if I fixed his legs."

Confucian scholar nodded.

Yu Mo rested his chin with one hand, lowered his head slightly, making it difficult for people to see his expression: "So, did you choose to lie to me?"

"How could I lie to myself."

The Confucian scholar was very surprised, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Yu Mo's words at all: "You are a guardian created by me with my thinking, so you should know everything in my mind!"

"I can't fool you!"

"so..."

Confucian scholar's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally lowered his head slowly.

"Zongren must have told you, don't tell me about this."

"Only in this way, he will appreciate you more."

"Right?"

Yu Mo didn't listen to the Confucian scholar's justification, instead he was talking to himself, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

The Confucian scholar was silent.

"That's right, I'm just your guardian, not your master."

"You don't have to tell me everything."

"not to mention..."

"It's in your best interest."

Yu Mo didn't mean to be angry, and was still talking softly, but there was a little indifference in his tone: "In the beginning, I was the one who was wrong."

"I actually thought that an immortal would trust me and listen to my opinion."

"I want to take out my heart and prove to him that I am for his own good, and everything I do is to help him return to his own world."

"That is the ideal and goal that I have pursued for an unknown number of years."

"A target who has been spurned by countless people and ridiculed."

"Now think about it..."

"Naive."

Yu Mo sighed lightly, his eyes were full of disappointment, and his voice trembled even more: "Hehe... friend? Guardian?"

"It's just me being complacent and labeling myself."

"In the eyes of others, I'm just a commodity that can be used, with my own value."

Speaking of this, Yu Mo's voice suddenly paused. He raised his hands tremblingly, grasped the armrests of the wheelchair, and turned the very heavy wheelchair with all his strength. He turned around and looked at Confucian scholars, his eyes were full of that kind of soul. The loneliness and despair after being hurt.

"I thought we would be the closest comrades-in-arms and partners in this world."

"One day, I will sit in this wheelchair and watch you, my brother, return to my own world."

"We're the same kind of people."

"but now..."

"The road to the future, Yu Mo is here...respectfully..."

Saying that, Yu Mo's lonely mood was swept away, and his stubborn pride was restored.

It seems to be proving to Confucian scholars.

Prove yourself that even without him, you are still the most supreme arrogance in the world!

He also has his own persistence and dreams!

The relationship between the two is definitely not that he, Yu Mo, is following others!

He, Yu Mo, is still unique.

The Confucian student froze for a moment, slowly raised his head, looked at Yu Mo's proud, stubborn, and persistent eyes, and for some reason reminded him of his former self.

At that time, I just had a memory.

When I say I can see another world, when others ridicule me...

His expression was exactly the same as Yu Mo's now.

Although the time of acquaintance with Yu Mo is very short, Yu Mo has been working hard to accumulate incense for himself.

But myself...

Confucian scholars are just crazy, but not stupid.

He also has his own emotions.

Even, at a certain moment, images flashed in his mind.

as if...

It was a person, and they looked at themselves sincerely.

But the picture flashed away, accompanied by endless pain.

He covered his head and squatted on the ground wailing, his eyes were bloodshot red, and his breathing became even heavier.

After a long time, he raised his head tremblingly, and met Yu Mo's eyes...

"sorry..."

His voice was a little hoarse, but his tone became more and more firm: "From today on, you...you are not my guardian..."

"You are me...I...I..."

"I can't remember my name, why!!!"

He became more and more irritable, cursing continuously in his mouth, and beating his head hard, making muffled noises.

"You are my brother!"

In the end, the Confucian scholar let out a cry and sat slumped on the ground like this: "I...will never lie to you again..."

As if he had exhausted his last ounce of strength, the Confucian scholar just leaned against the wall, completely ignoring that his body was still covered with dust, but looked at the sky dully, and let out a few silly laughs from time to time.

"He...hehe..."

"who I am..."

"Who am I."