"200!"

"This is the highest price I can offer!"

"If you don't agree, you'd better tell them directly without my old face!"

Mr. Zhong looked like a scoundrel, but his narrowed eyes kept quietly examining Yu Sheng.

Paired with that wisp of goatee, he looks treacherous and doesn't look like a good person at all.

"oh..."

What surprised Mr. Zhong was that Yu Sheng had no intention of bargaining anymore. Instead, he took out the familiar mobile phone and pressed the number of the Security Department skillfully.

"In accordance with the Moge Civil Code."

"For openly selling pornographic videos, you will be detained for 15 days and fined 2,000 yuan."

"According to the Industrial and Commercial Administration Punishment Regulations, those who sell counterfeit goods will be fined in varying degrees depending on the severity of the case."

"To put it more seriously, he is a fraudster."

"If you report..."

"5000!"

As Yu Sheng talked, his heart suddenly moved and he decisively chose to call.

Mr. Zhong was like a hairy hedgehog. He grabbed Yu Sheng's phone and held it tightly in his arms: "Boy, you are so immoral!"

"It's all about the jianghu, it's all about the jianghu!"

"It's wrong to involve officials."

"Old man, is it easy for me to earn some coffins?"

"It really makes people know, do you still want my old face, Zhong Yushu!"

Mr. Zhong glared at Yu Sheng and kept talking.

Yu Sheng, on the other hand, looked innocent and pointed at the mobile phone in Mr. Zhong's arms: "What..."

"You didn't hang up."

For a moment, the air fell into silence.

Zhong Lao picked up the phone stiffly and looked at the screen that showed the call was in progress. For a moment, he couldn't make any waves in his heart.

I just seemed...

Did you say your name?

It seems that it was said, but it seems that it was not.

The other side of the phone was also a little quiet. After a while, a slightly immature voice sounded: "You...are you Zhong Yushu, Mr. Zhong?"

"got the wrong person."

"Sorry, I'm bragging!"

"How could I be Zhong Yushu, the great hero of the human race!"

He retorted without hesitation and hung up.

In just half a minute, Mr. Zhong broke out in a cold sweat. When he looked at Yu Sheng again, he already had some inexplicable meaning.

This little guy... is a bit ruthless.

Why are you playing real with an old man like me?

As the saying goes, ask for a price all over the sky and bargain on the ground. I just tried to pay back the price once, and this is just throwing away the sand.

There is no truth in this.

"300, deal!"

With a look of grief on his face, Mr. Zhong gritted his teeth and deliberately turned his back on the people in the distance. With trembling hands, he took out three hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and handed them to Yu Sheng at an extremely slow speed.

Talking...

"Have you not heard the story of Zhong Yushu?"

"I am the hero of the human race."

"I guarded the Demon Town Pass for thirty years."

"I have shed blood for the human race."

"What the fuck...fuck...fuck!"

In the end, Yu Sheng quietly took the money without any hesitation.

Even because Zhong Lao's grip was too tight, Yu Sheng even jerked hard.

In the desperate and reluctant eyes of Mr. Zhong, he put the money into his pocket.

For a moment, there was no longer any expectation in Mr. Zhong's eyes, and he finally understood that no matter how much he mentioned his identity, this little guy would not find it in his conscience and return the money to him.

…

"Tsk tsk, Mr. Zhong really likes this little guy."

"That's right, look at how excited Mr. Zhong is, his whole body is trembling."

"Is he really some kind of peerless genius?"

"Or...can the human race be saved?"

A group of veterans who had retired from the front line looked at this scene and praised each other.

"How can that stupid Liu Qingfeng find such a good student?"

"Bah, what can he do with that good-for-nothing!"

"It's a mistake for others, it's a mistake for others."

"This kind of peerless genius should be given to me. Many years later, this child will be on top of the world, and I will also have a share of the credit."

"Haha, you don't even have any shame?"

A group of people were all talking, most of them were scolding Liu Qingfeng, and the other half were praising themselves.

simply put...

They were tempted.

You must know that as Mr. Zhong, there is no need to live in a dilapidated veteran camp like theirs.

As long as he wants, Mo Ge will provide the highest treatment to allow Mr. Zhong to spend his old age.

But Mr. Zhong only said one sentence in the end...

"Mobei is my root. After a busy life, it's time to go home and take a look."

"Besides...he smells like a soldier, and he can't get used to being outside the barracks."

In this way, under the complicated eyes of everyone, Mr. Zhong walked down from the Demon Suppressing Gate alone, carrying a broken bag. Just like he did back then, with the passion of a young man, he carried the bag and stepped onto the Demon Suppressing Gate.

close.

Nothing comes, nothing leaves.

Those who stayed at Zhenyao Pass...

There are only three words Zhong Yushu and his life.

…

"Is it still impossible to recover from Mr. Zhong's injury?"

Liu Qingfeng, who had just finished cooking and came out, wiped his hands, looked at Mr. Zhong's back in the distance, looked a little depressed, and asked.

For a moment, the atmosphere became heavy.

"well..."

"Actually, over at Mo Pavilion..."

"Old Sun went into the demon realm alone and killed a mythical beast."

"As long as you add the demon core with the blood of the divine beast, Mr. Zhong can recover."

"but..."

One of the old men sighed and knocked on the cane in his hand, seemingly helpless: "But Mr. Zhong doesn't want to."

"He said that after so many years, he was tired and didn't want to fight anymore."

"Now he is just an old man. It is good to spend his old age in his hometown."

Another young man suddenly interjected: "But we all know that Mr. Zhong is reluctant to let go..."

"After all, things like monsters are too precious."

"Even if it's Mo Ge, it's very difficult to kill a whole head."

"Old Sun even managed to return with a seriously injured body. He even made the demon tribe furious and charged at the Demon Suppression Pass several times."

"Perhaps Mr. Zhong believes that... these things can completely create a top master of the human race, instead of... giving him an old guy to heal his injuries."

As he spoke, the man's eyes were a little moist, and he looked at Mr. Zhong's back with sadness.

"But why is Mr. Zhong not worthy?"

"His father, lover, and children all died at the Demon Suppression Gate!"

"He dedicated his whole life to the human race."

"I don't know how many people are looking forward to Mr. Zhong's return. We even believe that as long as Mr. Zhong is in the Demon Suppression Pass for a day, the demon clan will not be able to advance at all!"

"well..."

With a sigh, the topic ended here.
Chapter completed!