Once upon a time there was a demon pass

In the changing room, only Yu Sheng was left sitting on a chair.

He silently took out his phone from his pocket, and it showed that he was on a call, and the caller was Yu Mo.

"he's gone?"

On the phone, Yu Mo spoke lightly.

"Ah."

Yu Sheng responded.

"What do you think?"

Yu Mo's tone was playful, and he asked proactively.

"Ok?"

"What should I be thinking?"

Yu Sheng was at a loss, and didn't quite understand the meaning of Yu Mo's words.

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

"I mean, do you really have no feelings for the human race in this world?"

After a long time, Yu Mo reorganized the language and asked.

Yu Sheng held the phone and thought for a moment: "If it doesn't affect my life, I should... help..."

"That's enough."

"Before this big battle, I will send you out."

"The war has not stopped, and people will not return."

"The current you are of little help to the human race. What I need is the you who will grow up one day."

"A Jiujue who can hide the breath and awaken more, then this world will be your home field."

"Before you grow up, the world doesn't need you to carry it."

"Or, now..."

"The protagonist of this world is not you."

"Wan Poison Fruit, Mo Ge bought it, and the condition is that you open it as you like."

After finishing speaking, Yu Mo hung up the phone and did not continue chatting with Yu Sheng.

It can be seen that Yu Mo was indeed very busy after leaving Sin City.

"Being the protagonist...is very tiring."

“The value for money is not high.”

"Everyone is the protagonist in this story, the only difference may be the killing time..."

Yu Sheng looked at the phone, muttered to himself, and finally put the phone back in his pocket.

Perhaps Yu Sheng is not ignorant and ignorant.

In comparison, he knows more than most people.

It's just that he can hide these in his heart very well, and downplay his own existence as much as possible.

Don't ask people to be prominent, don't ask people to pray for blessings.

All I want is to live peacefully in this world.

As for ambition...

All his ambitions are just to make his own goal better realized.

As for being lonely...

If you are withdrawn, you will naturally have few friends.

Fewer friends means less trouble.

Perhaps all of this is in the thinking of the rest of my life.

Who knows everything in this world.

……

"You... the clothes you want."

Pushing open the door of the fitting room, Sister Li came from a distance with her pockets.

Inside is a cute, cute pink dress.

Includes shoes, headgear.

"Thank you."

Yu Sheng looked at his pocket and nodded slightly: "Do you need me to pay?"

"He...he already paid for you."

"Said it was for you."

"I look forward to seeing you again in this suit."

Sister Li's voice was complicated, and her eyes were full of strangeness when she looked at Yu Sheng.

On the contrary, Yu Sheng just took the clothes calmly, walked out of the room and left.

Standing at the door, Yu Sheng groped in the bag for a while, took out a USB flash drive, observed it, put the USB flash drive away, and then returned to the Mo Academy.

"Little, happy birthday."

He handed the skirt to Lin Xiaoxiao at the school gate.

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the birthday gift blankly, with a complicated expression: "Brother Yu, my birthday is still four months away."

"Oh, happy birthday to you in advance then."

Yu Sheng pondered for a few seconds before changing his words again.

"You didn't give it to Sister Shiguang and got kicked out, did you?"

"This style...is tricky..."

Lin Xiaoxiao seemed to have guessed something, looked at Yu Sheng suspiciously, then looked at the skirt, and took a deep breath.

Pink, black shoes, butterfly headdress, white silk...

All in all...

"So Boss Yu, you like this taste..."

Lin Xiaoxiao opened her mouth quietly.

Yu Sheng looked at Lin Xiaoxiao in a daze, not quite understanding what she was saying: "It's a birthday gift, isn't it appropriate?"

"Then I wish you a Happy New Year in advance."

After speaking, Yu Sheng turned and left.

Seeing Yu Sheng's back gradually going away, Lin Xiaoxiao was completely in a state of bewilderment while carrying the bag.

"I seem to have caught Boss Yu's black material."

"I don't know this information, I sold 10 credits to Sun Wen, Zhao Zicheng and the others..."

"Will you be interested?"

As she said that, Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and the gossip soul in her body was burning like a raging flame, and she couldn't control it. She just carried her skirt, went back to the college, and rushed towards the dormitory.

"Cough cough..."

"It seems that the psychological state of the students has to be caught..."

"The world is going down..."

Just after Lin Xiaoxiao left, an old voice came faintly from the loudspeaker at the entrance of the college.

The voice was full of worry.

……

"The dome is closed, and the preparations are complete."

"You can fight anytime."

Kong Hongfang stood under the signal tower, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and one foot on the city wall. Behind him were all kinds of medical books, as well as "Daughter's Wedding, 108 Selected Sentences of Father's Speech" and "Getting Along with Son-in-law." 12 Rules, "Eight Things You Have to Guard Against Your Son-in-Law" and a series of books.

At this moment, he was full of energy.

Holding the phone with one hand, it shows that a call is in progress.

Caller... Hero Sun!

"Thousands of miles of Changguan, accompanied by mountains."

"One candle lamp, between life and death."

"It is better to be responsible for one family and one hospital than to be responsible for the world."

"pay tribute..."

"The dome is closed!"

"Don't forget, all lights are on."

On the other side of the phone, Sun Yingxiong's vicissitudes of life sounded solemn and full of respect.

"Don't forget, Wanjia lights..."

Kong Hongfang muttered to himself, and then repeated, his voice was not loud, but his eyes were extremely firm.

The high-spirited state and sharp gaze are completely different from the state of lying on his own bed for several years.

The phone hangs up.

Kong Hongfang took a deep breath, smoked the last puff of cigarette, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and blew out wisps of smoke.

"Third Squadron, switch defenses!"

"Altitude alert!"

"The scouts advance ten miles!"

"Grandma Du Te cheers me up!"

"Don't let me pass a single mosquito!"

Turning around, looking at the densely packed soldiers on the city wall, Kong Hongfang kept shouting with a loud voice.

It doesn't match his elegant temperament at all.

But it is perfectly integrated with these reserves.