Listening to Yu Sheng's murmuring, Yuan Zhong shouted desperately: "No, this represents my dignity!"

"Even if this dignity is just a wig!"

"If you break my wings, I will destroy your heaven!"

"I want to have funeral love..."

Before he could speak, he heard a crisp sound.

Straws of blue-green hair fell in the wind and covered the egg.

"Is it still burying love..."

Yu Sheng asked curiously.

"I won't bury love anymore..."

"I won't bury love anymore..."

Yuan Zhong murmured, not daring to put the egg down, his whole body looked very pitiful, especially his face was beaten by Su Mo... It was very miserable.

From a distance, just this look will almost make people cry.

It's not so pitiful!

for a long time...

Yu Sheng looked at Yuan Zhong, and the eggs were gradually no longer produced dust gas, so he took them back.

Yuan Zhong pulled the wig off his head as soon as possible.

Without that Shamatt hairstyle, Yuan Zhong looked much more energetic with ordinary black medium and short hair, and his appearance doubled.

Of course, it was without looking at his bruised nose and swollen face.

Yuan Zhong kept lowering his head, as if he wanted to hide himself. He opened his small backpack and flipped over it. Soon he pulled out another white Shamatt hair and put it on...

Strictly fit.

Still smooth.

The moment he put on the wig, Yuan Zhong became confident again, and the expression on his face once again returned to cold.

And there was a little fierce aura.

It's like...

His own personality was born entirely to cater to wigs.

It was not until his eyes saw Yu Sheng, and he subconsciously shivered, and he took two steps back. He found that Yu Sheng had no idea of ​​taking action again, and then he accelerated as quickly as possible while maintaining his cold personality and gradually moved away.

Su Mo, at most, beat himself up, without any fear.

But the rest of my life...

Squat, roast eggs, and cut hair.

Each one was like torture, imprinted in his heart, and even had a shadow.

"next time..."

"What reason to cut it?"

Recalling the surging gray air on Yuan Zhong just now, he felt thoughtful and became more and more anticipated again.

This freshman...

OK!

With satisfaction, Yu Sheng held the egg and returned to his dormitory, put it casually at the head of the bed, instilled some energy into it, and then practiced again.

Continuously compressing the energy of the first three awakened objects, making them more pure.

With the continuous purification of the rest of his life, his energy texture has improved by leapfrog compared to before.

...

"Old ghost, you've been slow for two days!"

Zhong Yushu stood on the city wall of the Ghost Gate, as if he had melted himself into the shadow.

This ghost gate gate that is gloomy all year round and no sunshine has become more vital after two months of transformation by Zhong Yushu.

but...

It is estimated that it will be restored to its original state at most half a month.

"Suqing Dark Pavilion."

The old ghost's words are still short and powerful.

In this gloomy environment, the hoarse voice seemed to be perfectly integrated.

"Tsk tsk..."

"But to be honest, the efficiency of the Ange Pavilion has really not been good recently."

"The dark pavilion in those days made people feel terrified."

"Okay, you're busy first."

"In another month, those guys in the Demon Realm will probably attack again!"

"I want to see my reserves, too."

While speaking, in just a few steps, Zhong Yushu floated in the air, with a blood dragon surrounding him, and he was powerful without anger.

"You really...can you be able to wake up nine times?"

The first time the old ghost asked a question.

Zhong Yushu chuckled: "Who can tell you this kind of thing accurately?"

"Seriously injured once, reshape once."

"There are also divine beasts and demon cores."

"My world has gradually become stable."

"You can go to the next step and find out after trying it."

Accompanied by a reckless smile, Zhong Yushu turned around and disappeared in an instant.

The old ghost stood alone on the wall, his face hidden in his hat, making people unable to see clearly.

The soldiers around who were responsible for guarding the Ghost Gate were generally pale and looked sinister, with almost no expression on their faces.

More like...

A group of lonely ghosts.

With the permeation of various biogas and yin energy at this gate of hell, even normal people will generally be weak.

After a long time, I left a sickness and eventually died in pain.

Therefore, few elderly people who have guarded the gates of hell survive.

Even if you are alive, you will suffer from various tortures every day and feel unbearable.

“Repair.”

"In half a month, I will get back to the customs."

"Scout preparation."

“Weapon replenishment.”

The old ghost stood on the city wall and issued commands one after another, and the sound kept echoing around.

The soldiers remained silent throughout the whole process and slowly stood up. There was almost no excessive communication between them, but they tacitly carried out their work separately.

...

"Old Sun, I think it's time to start."

Yu Mo looked at Sun Yingxiong and said softly.

Sun Yingxiong glanced at his watch and smiled: "Don't worry, for this moment, let alone the effect of my going out to speak is not as big as that old guy."

"It's probably coming soon."

While talking, Sun Yingxiong was stunned: "Look, the person is back."

"Let's go out."

Sun Yingxiong stood up, pushed open the office door and walked out.

Come to the rooftop of Mo Pavilion.

At this time, a camera was installed on the rooftop, and several staff members were waiting quietly.

After seeing Sun Yingxiong, he cheered up and came over.

In the corner of the rooftop, there are also monitors, and you can see on the screen that teams of reserves are scattered across the human race, arranged in square formations, and waiting quietly for something.
To be continued...