Ji Hong turned his head and looked at the old white ape standing with his hands behind his back in the distance. He couldn't help but chuckled and shook his head.

"yes..."

"Since you have come to this demon realm, if you don't stand above the sky stream and look down at the entire demon realm, wouldn't it be... in vain!"

At this moment, Ji Hong also took off his usual disguise, his eyes full of strength and ambition.

Two monkeys with different hair stood side by side, looking down at the Qianli Yaoyuan in the distance.

"You can't pretend too much."

"indeed."

"Then... Lord Shanzhu, please."

The old white ape suddenly spoke.

Ji Hong nodded.

Immediately afterwards, the old white ape was introverted in an instant, and returned to low-key again. He bent down slightly, took a step back, and stood behind Ji Hong.

Ji Hong walked towards Qianli Yaoyuan with a chuckle, preparing to take over his first territory in the true sense of the demon realm.

If we include the Wan Yaolin of the Old White Ape, they actually have a certain foundation in this demon realm.

Even if you are out of Fei's control now, with Ji Hong's own level 8 strength, Yingjian Mountain should think about it carefully if you want to move them.

In other words, when they step out, they are already invincible.

The worst result is to stand on your own.

Of course, they still want a lot of things.

for example...

That Yingjian Mountain.

...

The Academy of Mo.

On this day, under the leadership of the vice principal, all the old students returned collectively.

Several other leaders of the Mo Academy, who have always rarely appeared, were neatly standing on the rooftop above the teaching building.

Everyone was wearing black clothes and looked solemn.

The moment these old students came in, the bell rang in the Mo Academy.

A full nine tones.

The sound is in the Mo Academy for a long time.

The old students who had smiles on their faces, including Sun Wen, Zhao Zicheng and others, gradually smiled and were a little silent.

Finally, bent over neatly.

Put your hands on your chest.

The bell from Mo Academy does not ring easily.

Every time the sound is called, it means that a student has disappeared from the world forever.

Today, nine tones.

"There is no one who will die in war."

"It's not just them, but I believe that you, including those who survived, have already prepared for sacrifice before departure."

"I have been in this Mo Academy for thirty years. I have seen too many such scenes."

"So I don't want to say too many sensational and inspirational words."

"With your level, this kind of words don't mean to you."

"What you have to do is to learn from all the wrong experiences."

"I hope that this bell will not ring for you again."

The principal looked solemn and said lightly as he looked at the people below.

The freshmen stood on the playground in a daze, watching the old men with a little puzzled understanding.

Obviously, at this time, they still don’t know the meaning of the bell.

"After today, you will be in charge of the Mo Academy."

"I feel..."

"I'm going to enter the eighth awakening."

The principal suddenly turned his gaze to the vice principal below and said lightly, his voice full of majesty.

But it seems that there is a little pretentiousness mixed in it.

But there is no evidence.

The vice principal was stunned for a moment, clenched his fists, and asked subconsciously: "In other words, I'm finally going to be the principal?"

"It's still the vice principal."

"When I take the position of Sun Yingxiong as the position of becoming the head of Mo Pavilion, I will not retire from the position of principal."

"after all..."

The principal carried his hands on his back, raised his head slightly, and looked at the sky with some melancholy. A wisp of beard on his chin swayed in the wind, and his pussy was extremely high.

"It's a lot of salary per month."

However, when his last sentence came out, all the atmosphere he had created before was instantly lost.

The vice principal lowered his head in disappointment, and kept muttering: "Damn it, shameless. I do the principal's work every day and receive the vice principal's salary."

"Or I would have been the director of the Xinjiang Education Department, deputy director of the Security Department, director of the Culture Department, and a member of the first team of the Demon Pavilion, who would have been starved to death!"

Behind the vice principal, Zhao Zicheng and others raised their heads in confusion and looked at his old back, speechless for a long time.

The post of Director of Education, they know.

But this guy is still hiding so many identities in secret?

God's team member!

At the age of a young age, you are already seven years old. If you run to the Demon Eliminate Pavilion to earn an empty salary, will your conscience really hurt?

The members of the Demon Pavilion have a monthly salary of only 6,000...

72,000 a year.

Well, at this moment, except for Sun Wen, the rest of these people were also moved.

Simply convert the vice principal's salary.

Vice Principal, monthly salary of 18,000 yuan, Director of Education, monthly salary of 15,000 yuan, Deputy Director of the Guard Department, 12,000 yuan, Director of the Ministry of Culture, 10,000 yuan, and 7,000 team members.

Monthly salary is 62,000.

Annual salary of 740,000 yuan is tax-free.

This is not considered a holiday welfare policy, including rice, soybean oil and so on.

The most important thing is that this old guy has been working in Xinjiang for thirty years.

"I think if we go to the Anti-Corruption Department to report him, we should get some bonus."

"Well, I suddenly became jealous."

"That's right, his ten-year salary is as much as my hard-earned money as I have in a month!" Sun Wen was indignant.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

Even the vice principal who eavesdropped in front of him fell into a certain inferiority complex for a moment.

The next moment, Sun Wen knelt on the ground with a plop.

Still can't kneel up.

In the envious look of "wanting to be a funny man", the principal coughed twice: "I have been in seclusion for half a year and have gone to break through the eighth sleep!"

"Yeah, eight awakening!"

"Eight Awakenings!"

Although this place is not a valley, it still creates an echo under the control of the principal's energy.

It's very harsh inside this Mo Academy.

The next moment, the principal's figure disappeared.

Many old students are not surprised by this. After remembering the dead classmates, they left in scattered.

Only the freshmen are still constantly inquiring about the meaning of the bell.

"Fuck!"

"You let me go!"

In the empty square, only Sun Wen knelt on the ground alone, enjoying the admiring eyes of passers-by.

Until the sky gradually became dark.

"I am willing to sponsor another 10 million to our Ink Academy!"

Sun Wen, who was already a little hungry, finally spoke helplessly.
Chapter completed!