"I'm a little sure."

Yu Sheng shook his head, his tone was serious, without any intention of joking.

Zhong Yushu put down the water cup and looked at Yu Sheng's eyes. After a long time, he shook his head.

“It’s great to be young.”

“There’s motivation.”

"I'm curious to ask, what would you do if Moge didn't stand on Artai's side this time?"

Zhong Yushu asked calmly.

Yu Sheng was a little confused, as if he didn't understand Zhong Yushu's words very much: "I can't influence Moge's decision."

"Others save you, thank you."

"It's normal not to save you."

"After all people need to save themselves."

"Why force others to come and get into trouble because of your business."

"This is what Sin City taught me."

When Yu Sheng said this, Zhong Yushu kept staring at Yu Sheng's eyes, as if he wanted to identify something.

Finally, Zhong Yushu chuckled and shook his head slowly.

"I have lived a long life, but I didn't expect to be a villain in vain."

"Sometimes your thinking is obviously very strange, but when you think about it carefully, you always feel a bit misleading."

"Go and come back alive."

With some self-deprecating, Zhong Yushu waved his hand, picked up his phone again, and flipped it around.

Yu Sheng nodded gently, turned around, and walked out of the tent.

"Boy Yu."

Just as Yu Sheng walked to the door, Zhong Yushu brushed his phone and suddenly said, "The human race is not a sin city after all, and Mo Pavilion... is not that unbearable either."

"For 149 years, Moge has never sacrificed an ordinary person for something."

"Especially...the winner of the Erwen Yunxun."

"Of course, except for soldiers, because this is the mission."

Zhong Yushu didn't look up, as if he was just talking casually.

Yu Sheng's pace paused.

It seems to be thinking about something.

It took a few seconds to look at Zhong Yushu's direction: "I will see it with my own eyes."

Zhong Yushu did not respond.

But the rest of my life tightened my schoolbag and gradually got farther and farther away.

Finally bypassing the Demon-Suppressing Pass.

Come to that mountain range.

Crossing mountains and ridges, looking at the vast and deserted demonic realm in the distance.

"Go to the demon realm?"

A vicissitudes of life sounded.

On the top of the mountain, an old man opened his eyes silently and looked at the direction of the rest of his life.

Yu Sheng nodded slightly.

"The demon realm is vast and there are crises everywhere."

"It's easy to get out, but it's hard to get out."

"When encountering a crisis, as long as you can reach the foot of this mountain, you can live."

After saying that, the old man closed his eyes again.

No more sound.

Yu Sheng stood at the foot of the mountain, looked at the old man on the top of the mountain, and finally nodded slightly.

When he looked at the demon realm again, he took a deep breath.

Take one step forward.

Compared with the vast demon realm, it is like an ant, inconspicuous.

but...

Taking one step is a crisis step by step.

Looking at the darkening night, the rest of my life melted into the darkness and disappeared.

In a vague way, the roar of the beast appeared and disappeared.

You can often see a huge monster walking by from a distance.

In comparison, the rest of his life seemed particularly weak.

...

"You guys are crazy!"

"Is this what the geniuses of the Mo Academy should do?"

"If you don't clean up the demon Atai, you will stand opposite us. Do you want to be a traitor?"

A young man covered his chest with a pale face. He looked at Mu Yu opposite him and asked with a low voice.

Mu Yu leaned on the tombstone with one hand and shook his body slightly.

His face was still cold.

Ignore the people opposite.

"This road...is not accessible."

There is still no explanation, just a calm narrative.

But it is full of inexplicable deterrence.

The few people looked at each other, and a hint of fear appeared in their eyes.

They were still scared in the end.

After all, it is just to kill a monster, or to show your own justice.

Artai will die after all.

But they may be hurt by demonstrating justice...

The gain is not worth the loss.

They retreated anyway.

He still shouted justice, denounced these geniuses, and scolded them for doing something wrong.

All of this is wrong.

It is guilty.

Some extremes even label them as betrayal.

But looking at the cold and warlike people.

But he dared not move rashly.

The most ridiculous thing is that among so many people, there is not even a single four-awakening.

Perhaps among those commentators on the Internet, there are.

But for his own face, he did not show up.

Looking at the dispersed search team, the few people gathered together, and what they looked like was unconcealed fatigue.

"Let's go..."

"The company just sent me a message saying that the city gate could not be stopped..."

"continue..."

Sitting in the car, gasping continuously, and taking advantage of the short time to recover.

Car starts.

Continue to protect the way for Ate.

From Xinjiang City to Mo City, there is a long road.
To be continued...