Yu Sheng stopped and looked at the city gate from afar and those who stood on the city gate. He had not completely accepted the result for a while, resulting in the somewhat confused soldiers.

In the distance, the poisonous gas has not yet dissipated.

The rest of his life passed by the demon gate, rushed to the deep mountains, and then shuttled through the deep mountains and returned to the human race.

There is no credit, no chat, and even no joy after victory.

With the injury that had not yet been completely healed, the rest of his life returned to the human territory calmly.

He didn't even think how important these things he did were.

It's like completing a deal, that's all.

Sitting in the car, this time, the rest of my life did not start the vehicle directly, but took out my mobile phone and checked on Baidu what to pay attention to when driving, including some teaching videos.

He looked at it very carefully and recorded every detail.

Finally, when he put down his phone and started the vehicle again, he no longer had the strange feeling he had before.

Average.

Fire up, pull the handbrake, start, and leave steadily.

Perhaps, in the rest of my life, there was also a casual boy living in my heart. He liked freedom, was not restricted by rules and regulations, and traveled around the world in a wild way.

But this young man will eventually be smoothed out and is just right until... he dies completely.

...

"The end of the junction?"

"I wouldn't have been able to get off the ground if I had known it, and I could still have a big ending."

Zhao Zicheng had a bandage on his arm and circles of gauze wrapped around his body. He fell on a simple stretcher. His eyes were blinking and he was a little confused.

At this time, most of the soldiers had already walked down from the Demon-Suppressing Pass, or returned to the human race and stood firm at their posts.

Or, go to the other three passes and guard the city pass.

When the war ended, the faces of these people became much more relaxed, and when they chatted with each other, a little smile returned to their faces.

More medical teams are constantly coming from the rear to treat the wounded.

This sudden tranquility after the real end makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

After receiving the war reports from the front line, announcements were continuously issued within the human race, spreading wildly on the Internet.

"This battle is a great victory."

"The lord of the demon race was killed and killed. The demon realm lord took the monsters and fled in the wind!"

"Promote the power of our human race!"

And what comes with are several names that are listed separately.

"Sun Dahu, Anxin, Zhao Qingyi, Ma Sangu..."

Similarly, those who implement the shadow plan in the Dark Pavilion issued eulogies and published a long list.

The list of casualties in the reserve service is still under statistics due to the large number of people.

In short, these strings of words have invisibly diluted the joy after the war.

...

"Go back and see them..."

"Stay with them for a few days and sleep again..."

Dome Pass.

Yuan Qingshan looked at Kong Hongfang's back and sighed.

Kong Hongfang did not look back, but leaned on the city wall with both hands, looking at the demonic realm in the distance, with a melancholy look.

"never mind."

"A few days of reunion will only bring more pain."

"They are used to the days without me, and they are rashly breaking into their lives and sleeping again..."

Kong Hongfang did not continue talking, but just sighed lightly.

Yuan Qingshan smiled bitterly: "In other words, I have to be a villain again. Now I am the leader of the Mo Pavilion. You may consider handing over this kind of offensive work to others."

"It's still a hard work for Mr. Yuan."

"At least they trust you."

Kong Hongfang smiled and shook his head, looking at the demon realm with a little lost: "War...hehe..."

"I didn't get much hurt this time, and I'll save materials next time."

"I've written the order..."

He turned around, took out a note from his pocket, handed it to Yuan Qingshan's hand, and walked towards the distance.

There seemed to be a few more wrinkles between his eyebrows, and he looked a little older.

"Oh, by the way."

"There is another thing that needs to be bothered by Mr. Yuan, that is...well..."

"Give this to my daughter."

Kong Hongfang, who was big and thick, was not afraid of both demon lords, looked slightly red at this time, and lowered his head with a little embarrassed look and took out two pairs of bracelets in his pocket.

"I took the time to buy it outside, my wife and daughter..."

"Just say...just say..."

"Forget it, there's nothing to say!"

Kong Hongfang covered his face and left, leaving only Yuan Qingshan holding the note in one hand and the bracelet in the other, standing there, a little dull.

"You talk about love, and you still have to write love letters for you? What kind of world is it?" Yuan Qingshan cursed fiercely and turned around and left.

...

In the next few days, the tension within the human race finally dissipated a lot.

Looking at the soldiers returning from the front line, many families breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the same way, more families are trapped in grief.

Those long lists were all telling something.

This may be what Chu Huai said, no matter how much information was concealed before, they despise the demon realm, but as long as the final death list was taken out, everything would disappear.

It was also the ninth day after the war, Yuan Qingshan and Qi Tian officially took over as the leader of the Mo Pavilion.

In the Mo Academy, the bells ring.

Perhaps when many years later, the history books recorded this war would only be a few simple strokes.

But I don’t know how many blood and tears these strokes contain.

The tranquility of the present is all for a better explosion in the future!

And in this Mo Academy...

I have been sleeping for seven days for the rest of my life and have not woken up yet.

Including Zhao Zicheng and others, as well as many old and new students, they are collectively healing their injuries.

The smell of disinfectant permeates the entire campus.

Only Sun Wen is still busy in the logistics team, constantly transporting the wounded and supplies, but has not returned yet.

The wind and snow pass, and spring comes.

The air was filled with fresh air.

In the Mo Academy...

The spring is full of pride, and flowers are waiting to bloom.
Chapter completed!