Once upon a time there was a demon pass

...

Zhao Zicheng was a little melancholy all afternoon.

Obviously, something stimulated.

Is it a sin to be handsome in Sin City?

He couldn't help making an oath in his heart that he must stay away from the city of crime in this life, and even if he really couldn't help committing a crime, he should try to commit a crime as small as possible, so as not to be exiled to the city of crime.

Under Yu Sheng's inadvertent description, Sin City has become the most terrifying place in his heart.

……

In the next two days, a boy and a girl appeared in Jiangcheng.

The one thing in common is that everyone has absolute self-confidence.

Confidence unique to geniuses.

Although they may have tried their best to be very low-key and introverted, they still carried that special temperament in every move they made.

But Yu Sheng, Zhao Zicheng, Tombstone Boy, and Lin Xiaoxiao are still the most popular and most promising.

There is no way, the first few are either too aggressive.

Or it's just too special.

There was also a dissatisfied genius who stopped the tombstone boy on the road and challenged him.

Then...

Seriously injured, vomiting blood.

Just like what Yu Sheng said, that guy really held the tombstone in his hands, and then... swung it.

It looks like a stone that weighs tens of kilograms can make a hole when it hits the floor.

What's more, it's a boy who just sleeps.

With just one shot, the tombstone boy's ratio in the casino dropped wildly again, reaching 1:0.1.

Obviously, in the eyes of the casino, it was a foregone conclusion for this guy to enter Mo Academy.

If there were no rules, they might have even given the person's name directly.

You can pay less.

As for Yu Sheng, Lin Xiaoxiao's side is very quiet.

The former's hands were stained with blood, which naturally made people fearful.

The latter is a second-level monster and cannot be provoked.

But the most ridiculous thing is that these young people are obviously the home court of Jiangcheng these days, but...

All the shots were taken by Zhao Qingyi.

Her news remained high, and even though the reporter later clarified that she was a student at Lingnian High School, it still couldn't stop everyone from admiring beauty.

All of a sudden, Lingnian School was in the midst of this big admissions exam, and the enthusiasm rushed up abruptly.

The teacher in charge of enrollment even said modestly in the interview: "Zhao Qingyi is in our school... um... the eighth in terms of appearance."

"It's not bad, though."

"It's not like Lingwu High School, which is full of muscular men and violent women."

As soon as these words came out, a group of students who were still in the spiritual school, who were entangled with the Lingwu high school, flocked to the Lingnian high school.

Zhao Qingyi, goddess level!

Why is it ranked eighth?

What kind of fairy school, do you even need to think about it?

Lingnian School made a lot of money directly, and even the dean personally called Zhao Qingyi, asking her to come out and walk around Jiangcheng as much as possible in the last two days.

Especially at the gate of the city, where there are many reporters.

It must be classy.

Get well groomed and put on your best makeup.

Where there is a lens, where to gather.

For this, Lingwu High School was very angry, and a group of school leaders even began to search for handsome men and women in the school, wanting to compare Zhao Qingyi.

Proof that group of guys are just farting.

And the end result is...

They failed.

They looked around and found in a daze that what Lingnian High School said... seemed to be true.

They... are right.

Tears ran.

A real heartbreaker.

The silence of Lingwu High School further highlights the truth of Lingnian High School's words.

All of a sudden, there was an endless stream of people signing up.

"You bastards!"

"A school can't pick out a handsome man?"

"Ugly thing, this year's good seedlings are almost wiped out by others, so why are you still here heartless?"

"Go recruit students, what do you want me to do?"

A dark-skinned, strong guy like a bull looked at a group of teachers below with curses.

He kept muttering in his mouth.

For a while, everyone was silent.

"Actually...it doesn't have to be handsome."

"Our colleges and universities also have something to offer, such as...such as..."

"Strong body?"

A teacher's eyes lit up and said.

He also showed off his muscles.

...

"Are you stupid?"

"Who cares about your muscles?"

"Ok?"

"What do you think about every day?"

The dark man became even more angry, and kept spraying, and finally took out a wallet in his arms, which carefully kept a photo.

In the photo, a sunny and cheerful teenager is grinning.

Handsome and compelling.

"Look, this is Lao Tzu back then, let's look at the present!"

"Would you rather be muscular or handsome?"

He wished he could stick this photo on everyone's faces, and raised his head proudly by the way.

There was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Principal, isn't this Ouchi?"

"The popular star is not you..."

A teacher looked at the dark man cautiously, swallowed, and said.

The next second, there was a loud noise.

A big hole appeared directly in the wall, and the figure of the teacher disappeared, only a wailing could be heard in the distance.

"I didn't hear what he just said."

The dark man said indifferently.

All quiet.

Everyone subconsciously shook their heads.

"Then what are you thinking about?"

"Recruit people!"

"If you are compared to those dogs from Lingnian High School, all of you will go to Zhenyao Pass and guard for three months for me!"

"It's time to die!"

The dark man almost growled and said.

A group of people almost exuded a chill from the bottom of their hearts, and scattered away in the next moment.

Well, a few of them came out of the human-shaped hole in the wall.

In just a few seconds, only the principal was left in the conference room.

After about a few minutes, two maintenance workers knocked on the door and came in. Looking at the damaged part of the wall, there was no surprise on their faces, as if they had been used to it for a long time, they took out the cement in an orderly manner, and repaired the hole.

No one spoke the whole time.

In about 10 minutes, the wall was repaired as before.

They pushed open the door and left.

The principal's face was a little embarrassed by the familiar look, and he coughed twice and sat on the chair, sulking.

Finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the phone on the table, pressed a series of numbers and dialed.

"Dog, don't you dare to recruit students in a fair and honest manner?"

"Do you want to play with these dirty things?"

"Ok?"

"I'm ashamed of you all!"

He growled into the phone.

After about ten seconds, a lazy voice came from over there: "What did you just say?"

"I pressed mute and didn't hear it."