Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Yeah, senior, I believe in you."

Sun Wen nodded sincerely.

Seeing this guy's unscrupulous appearance, the cabinet master's face was dark: "If you can give me more trust, I can catch at least three of those escaped outside!"

Finally, there was some anger in his tone, and he glared at Sun Wen: "I don't know what you are suspicious of the old man. Maybe you think you are very smart, but those children who are in charge of tracking, can you guarantee that they are still alive?"

"I have worked hard in Ercheng for many years. I don't say I have meritorious service, but I feel that I have done nothing wrong!"

"It's not like you can make such a foolish argument!"

"They ran away because they got a call."

"But what about the old man?"

"Did the phone ring?"

The old man's tone became more and more angry, he blew his beard and stared, and looked a little cute.

Sun Wen's smile remained unchanged.

"But senior, only I know about their answering the phone..."

"How did you know that?"

While speaking, Sun Wen pushed back his hair, revealing the bluetooth earphones that had been stuffed in his ears.

Also at this moment.

The upright old man who was originally standing opposite him suddenly swayed and appeared in front of Sun Wen without a sound, his eyes became indifferent.

Under the icy breath, Sun Wen flew upside down and landed on the sofa.

"Unfortunately, you can't kill people."

"It's been a while since I saw you, little brat."

The old man sneered, and slapped Sun Wen on the head, making a crisp sound.

Not fatal, but painful.

Sun Wen just leaned against the wall like this, raised his head stubbornly, looked at the old man, still smiling, even more ruthless than the old man: "Old...Old Clapper, I have long...thought you ...there is a problem."

"It's impossible...it's impossible for Ercheng to not have one...in charge."

"Others can run, you...you can't."

"Master, I...I let you run away today, and my surname is not Sun."

For a moment, the smile on Sun Wen's face became more intense.

Artest was frantically chasing the deputy director of the security department, counting time, happened to pass by Moge.

Listening to the voice in the earphones, Artest's expression remained unchanged, he roared again, and jumped up suddenly.

Accompanied by the sound of glass shattering, Artest fell to the ground like an ancient monster, staring at the old man with scarlet eyes.

"Those miscellaneous fish can't be caught, and there's no need to catch them."

"But I don't believe it, Liujue is hunting souls, and... also ants."

Sun Wen took a deep breath, propped himself up like this, stood up against the wall, blood was still overflowing from the corner of his mouth, but he looked at the old man with insane eyes.

"Today, these bastards of our Mo Academy, just 'slaughter' Liujue, give it a try..."

Sun Wen's speech gradually became smoother, and with the adjustment of energy, his face gradually returned to ruddy.

The old man still stared at him coldly.

The cold wind kept pouring in along the glass that Artest had just smashed, blowing the old man's white hair.

He looked at Sun Wen expressionlessly.

After a long time, he suddenly smiled.

"Your behavior really surprised me."

"Grown..."

"But, do you think that just a few of you who have awakened four times can kill me?"

"Innocent."

As he said that, the old man didn't even bother to look at Artest, and walked towards the window.

The chains rustled.

A pitch-black tombstone suddenly appeared in mid-air and smashed in through the window.

The old man frowned slightly and took two steps back.

Tombstones sit on the ground.

The chain retracted, straightening.

At some point, Mu Yu had already appeared under the Mo Pavilion. Holding the chain with one hand, he stepped on the wall and kept going straight up at 45 degrees.

In just a few steps, he had already jumped to the fourth floor.

Standing at the window, Mu Yu's arms trembled slightly.

"Mo Academy, Mu Yu."

"Five senses..."

"Please advise."

Mu Yu's voice was flat.

But what he said was shocking.

Strictly speaking, it has been less than two years since Mu Yu joined Mo Academy. Strictly speaking, it has been about one and a half years...

It has reached the level of five senses.

But think about it, it is reasonable.

Bai Haitang, a sophomore, also has five senses.

Before the six senses, the combination of talent, hard work, and resources can achieve leap-forward progress.

What's more, if you don't count the rest of your life, Mu Yu himself is the rookie king of Mo Academy's 140th class.

In other words, he is the same age as the human race...

Talent No.1.

And the five senses he said seemed to be mocking the old man's words just now.

"Mo Academy, Sun Wen."

"Five senses."

Sun Wen coughed lightly, and finally stood still, with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his lips.

It's just that he gave Mu Yu a silent look.

It seemed to be blaming Mu Yu for stealing his limelight.

Artest looked at the two in a daze, then scratched his head: "Mo Academy, Artest."

"I... I don't know how much I sleep!"

"It should be four senses!"

"It may also be three senses!"

Although I don't know what these two guys are doing, it feels like they are pretending.

Artest imitated the two and said in a muffled voice.

only...

More than half of the force has been dropped.

"You guys are really hot."

"Cultivation volume, the way of appearance is also volume."

"Doesn't it cost money to repair the glass?"

A lazy voice sounded, and the door of the room was slowly pushed open.

There was still a scar on Zhao Zicheng's cheek, and he still had that sunny smile, leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets, squinting at the old man with contemptuous eyes.

"The most handsome rookie in Mo Academy."

"One of the members of the Scarlet Shuangsha combination."

"The quack killing duo of the Honorary Ink Academy."

"An existence that frightens countless old people."

"Zhao Rentu, Zhao Luansha, Zhao Zicheng...please advise."

It was a long list of words, but in Zhao Zicheng's lazy tone, it seemed so cold.

Even when he was speaking, he looked at the branch master with a condescending look, as if he was looking down on him.

In short, Artest's forceful style just pulled down, what he said...

Pull it down again.