Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"When are you going to enter Jiujue?"

Facing Sun Yingxiong's low-key pretense, Yu Mo resolutely chose to ignore it.

"Not urgent."

"I'm still young, and I'll still have time after a few more years of tossing around."

Sun Yingxiong said with a smile, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the chair.

"Are you worried about Mo Ge?"

Yu Mo frowned slightly.

Sun Yingxiong nodded lightly: "There is no way, the fourth generation...it is difficult to choose a pillar of talent."

"In the three generations, a few old guys are more suitable, but they are all old, so it's not good."

"And after all, not everyone is like the old man. Even if he is entangled in chores, he can easily enter Jiujue."

"Ugh..."

"A lover is easy to find, but a proud man is hard to find!"

With that said, Sun Yingxiong sighed faintly, full of disappointment.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became weird.

Yu Mo reorganized his words for a long time before speaking again: "Then how far do you think Mr. Zhong is from Jiujue?"

"he?"

Sun Yingxiong raised his eyebrows, an involuntary smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand to gesture, about one meter away.

"If we say, this is the road from eight senses to nine senses."

"The old man has already stood at the end of the road, and he can take a step forward at any time, and that old guy Zhong Yushu just..."

Sun Yingxiong was a little tangled, and kept gesticulating in midair, and finally there was a gap of more than half a meter.

"Well, he's still so far away!"

"Xiao Zhong's talent is still very superior. In just over a year, he was able to go so far on this road, which has surprised me!"

"Unfortunately, his talent is always so slightly inferior to mine."

Sun Yingxiong sighed slightly again and shook his head.

Yu Mo subconsciously clenched his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, his brows twitching slightly.

But for some reason, after experiencing the baptism of the rest of his life several times, Yu Mo looked at Sun Yingxiong again and felt that...it was not unacceptable.

Even his pretentious look is a little cute.

"Ah..."

"As expected of Old Sun."

"However, for this battle, you have to enter Jiujue..."

Yu Mo's expression was serious, and he brought the topic back to the right track.

"But Moge has no successor yet."

Sun Wen shook his head: "At this time, I have entered Jiujue, and there are no successors. The human race lacks a backbone, and the harm outweighs the benefits."

"Do not."

"Although Mr. Yuan is unreliable and acts aggressively, Mr. Qi is calm and calm. He is only a little less handsome than the master of the Mo Pavilion."

"I think the two seniors can take their place temporarily."

"It's also possible for the Mo Pavilion to be in charge, one light and one dark."

"As for the future, I already have a candidate in my mind, but it's just not suitable for me yet."

"Perhaps, after some blood pouring, he...is enough."

Yu Mo's voice gradually became weaker, more like talking to himself.

Seems to be thinking about something.

"Perhaps, my blood...is more effective..."

"Although it is most beneficial for you to sit in the position of the Pavilion Master of the Mo Pavilion, there is no time for me."

"This battle, if you enter Jiujue, it will be more meaningful."

Yu Mo stared seriously into Sun Yingxiong's eyes, and said every word.

Sun Yingxiong didn't speak, just sat on the chair and remained silent.

The fingers tapped the table lightly, and the conference room fell into silence.

for a long time...

"can."

"I believe you."

"It's not because your surname is Yu, but because...you are Yu Mo."

"You can arrange the details, so you don't need to tell me the process. I will just follow your plan when the time comes."

"Recently, I have been consolidating and consolidating more. If I fail to make a breakthrough before the battle, it will be embarrassing."

With that said, Sun Yingxiong stood up calmly, looking calm and in control of everything.

He patted Yu Mo's shoulder lightly: "Thank you."

As the voice fell, Sun Yingxiong put his hands behind his back and turned to leave.

But the moment he left the conference room, Sun Yingxiong's expression suddenly became anxious, and he trotted all the way and disappeared into the corridor, still muttering something in his mouth.

"Pretend it, wipe it!"

"The old man is still one step away!"

"If you don't break through during the war, you will be ashamed!"

"No, the old man has to retreat!"

Sun Yingxiong's old voice was still echoing in the corridor, and he fled away in a panic and disappeared.

In the room, Yu Mo was still staring at the map after Sun Yingxiong left.

"Return the gift, you can't just return one."

"Otherwise it's too stingy."

"One light and one dark are more appropriate."

"In the next ten years, the human race needs a heroic pavilion master who dares to fight."

"Similarly, blood is also needed."

"It's time to let them know that our human race... is not what it used to be."

"This gift, I will give you another one."

As the words fell, Yu Mo returned to the desk, deliberately took out the brush, and kept sketching something on a huge blank paper.

And the same text, he wrote four copies.

"Send it to the four gates!"

"Hang up."

"And inform the entire human race of the content."

Yu Mo pressed the call button on the desktop and handed the written paper to the staff of the light group.

The man looked at the content above and was taken aback.

But soon became excited, the hand holding the paper was trembling, and the breathing was heavy.

As if to witness something.

At this moment, he even forgot to say hello to Yu Mo, just clutching the paper, and left in a hurry.

And in less than an hour, on the Internet, a post issued by Moge's headquarters was quickly topped in the top searches, and firmly occupied the No.1 position.

"Gauntlet - To the Monster Race!"

Just looking at this title, the common people were stunned.

As if thinking of something, they frantically poured into the post and watched the content.