It is worth mentioning that the previous old principal of Lingnian still did not find the hunting soul, nor did he find the inheritance of Lingnian Academy. He finally chose to guard the Dawn Pass until he died to redeem his former willfulness.

There were suddenly a few more masters of Qijue near the Demon Suppression Pass. They didn't do tasks or talk on weekdays, and they stayed alone in the corner. No one knew why they came here. It was only when they returned to the Demon Suppression Pass to rest, they opened their eyes as soon as possible, looked at Time, and observed her injuries.

If time is seriously injured, an old man in a white robe will come over with a smile.

"Healing system, seven awareness."

"free."

"Do you need it?"

When I heard these similar words, the demon hunting teams around me looked at themselves and then at the time, I suddenly felt that this is actually the case in life.

What's the picture?

What to struggle for...

Time did not resist the potential bonus brought by the rest of his life. It was just that after his injury healed, he entered the demon realm again and disappeared.

At first, there were even people who could see time in the demon realm, but gradually, they could no longer find the figure of time.

Obviously, the territory of time is getting deeper and deeper.

They did not envy the privileges of time. After all, in terms of record, time is the indisputable first in the demon hunting team no matter what.

...

The moonlight gradually fades.

Yu Sheng finally withdrew his gaze, simply sorted out the documents on the table, and casually slapped on the sofa beside him, and fell asleep.

This has always been the case in the past two months since taking office.

He even rarely goes out, practices, and eats in the Mo Pavilion.

It seemed as if the boy who had always moved forward forever had stopped his own pace as he grew older, became peaceful and uncontested. He happily accepted the piles of documents to be a qualified Moge Pavilion Master.

As for the rest of my life’s inner thoughts, no one knows how to think about it.

In a blink of an eye, five days later.

Yu Sheng handled the rest of his work in advance, got up slowly, changed into clothes, carried his schoolbag, and left quietly.

Even the newly changed secretary came to clean the room and found that the rest of his life had left at any time.

However, this secretary is more calm and calm than the one before.

He did not go and publicize that the Pavilion Master had lost it, nor did he look for it. He just silently closed the office door, set up a table at the door, and sat at the door himself.

When someone came to look for the rest of his life, he casually cut off the file.

"The Pavilion Master is busy, I will hand it over to him later." ωωw..net

After saying that, carefully record the demands of future people, organize them, put them aside, and wait for the next door visitor.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why Yuan Qingshan chose him.

...

Mobei City.

A young man walked into the city inconspicuously with his backpack on his backpack, wearing a hat, lowered his head slightly, and disappeared into the crowd.

The Mobei City has been particularly lively these two days.

The focus of the people's discussion was on the city lord's wedding.

"The city lord is newly married, and he will pay his own funds to hold a banquet. As long as he is from Mobei City, he can go and eat whatever he wants and treat him!"

"Our city lord...reliable!"

"Is the food hard?"

"hard!"

"Now there is still?"

"Fuck, you bring a few bags and ask what it means."

Yu Sheng walked in the city, listening to the conversations on the roadside, gradually fading away.

Instead of finding Zhao Zicheng at the first time, he returned to his old house, Yu Sanshui's home, took out the key, opened the door, walked in, carefully cleaned the dust in the room, and finally sat on the sofa.

There are still blood stains that Li Yihan accidentally stained in the corner of the coffee table. However, it has been too old and the blood stain has been completely integrated into the wood, making it difficult to find.

Suddenly, it seemed as if Li Yihan was still in this room yesterday, shouting "I am a killer, professional!", but now things have changed, leaving only traces of time looking down on you.

Yu Sheng sat on the sofa, looked at the newspapers placed in the cabinet, got up, took out the newspapers, and looked around casually.

But soon, Yu Sheng's reading of newspapers slowed down and he read more seriously, and even picked up the newspapers he had read before from time to time.

After a long time, Yu Sheng frowned slightly.

"One-third of the newspapers, job advertisement boards, fourth place, contact person...all surnamed Li."

"There are also some newspapers, the fourth one, the contact person's surname is Sun."

"There is a small part left, and the surname is Wang."

The last newspaper, the deadline was the day when Yu Sanshui left.

Due to the long time, these newspapers have long become old.

"The newspapers he sent were normal during his time in prison."

"So, there are always his people in Mobei City. Are you paying attention to him?"

"I know he is not at home, so I give up on intelligence transmission."

"But he was taken to the Guards Division, and not many people knew about it."

"The staff of the Sofia Hotel are also from the Guard Division..."

"If you register newspapers frequently, you won't be discovered... this advertising company must have his people."

"Are these people... still in Mobei City?"
Chapter completed!