Yu Sheng stood in the middle of the playground, lowered his head slightly, carrying the newly bought schoolbag, without saying a word.

In just half a minute, a strong energy fluctuation came from the guards, and then...

The noise disappeared.

Everything returned to quiet.

The principal sat on the ground weakly, looking at the corpses around him, including the director who always likes to refute himself and acts rigorously, and he has no breathing. The principal's eyes are a little red and he barely supports him to stand up.

Looking in the direction of Zhong Yushu.

Especially the spear behind him with eight crystals inlaid.

"Are you a senior executive of Mo Pavilion?"

He leaned on the knife and his waist was straightened.

Even though he knew that his status was so different from Zhong Yushu, he no longer had the flattering look in the past.

Proud!

"That's right..."

Zhong Yushu nodded slightly without objection.

The principal took a deep breath and barely stabilized his breathing: "I, Mobei No. 2 Middle School, dare to fight when I encounter a battle, but one of them retreated?"

His voice was loud.

Zhong Yushu shook his head: "No."

"My teacher from No. 2 Middle School can you take on the role of a human hero?"

The principal asked again.

Zhong Yushu nodded: "You can call him a hero."

"I hope Moge... treats these heroic descendants well."

"I hope Moge...treat the Second Middle School."

"For the next period of time, all the materials needed by No. 2 Middle School will rely on Mo Pavilion..."

After receiving the affirmative reply, the principal seemed to have removed all his strength, his body was sore, and his wounds were still bleeding.

But even so, when I asked a question on behalf of the deceased...

He must be standing!

and...

Strong posture.

"Where is my second middle school student?"

He raised his head and looked at the students at the window of the teaching building behind him. The principal smiled...

"exist!"

A student stood at the window, almost roaring and shouting.

"Go downstairs and clear the battlefield."

He said again, and the principal slowly closed his eyes, unable to support him anymore, and fainted.

Zhong Yushu just looked at it and didn't say anything that would let the people from Moge handle such words.

Because he understands, what the principal is thinking at this time.

A student walked out of the teaching building in silence and lifted up the ground. The bodies of the teachers and veterans were arranged neatly.

One by one, one by one, wash every blood in the playground.

Until Liu Qingfeng's body.

Yu was so vivid that he stood in front of the student and silently carried Liu Qingfeng's body on his back.

The thin body is just carrying it...

Instead of leaving, he looked at Zhong Yushu seriously: "I killed twenty-three cultists... Remember to give money, the school has surveillance."

After saying that, Yu Sheng walked away gradually with Liu Qingfeng on his back.

No stop.

Zhong Yushu seemed to want to say something to Yu Sheng, but after hesitating for a while, he still didn't speak. Instead, he looked at the Lord Lin who had just arrived: "Try to send the child's bounty as soon as possible."

Pavilion Master Lin looked at Yu Sheng’s back with a confusion.

I felt a little familiar for a moment.

But I can't remember where I've seen it.

"Okay Mr. Zhong."

He nodded.

Zhong Yushu raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and sighed.

"Maybe, this is why I don't want to recover."

"After all, I can't stand this kind of scene."

For a moment, a look of fatigue appeared on Zhong Yushu's face. He shook his head, left with his hands behind his back, and felt a little lonely.

All he experienced in his life was killing and constant killing.

Only in these times in the veteran camp, can I enjoy the warmth and tranquility that I have never had before.

Unfortunately, he may never have another chance in his life.

...

On the rooftop, the young servant of Baichun City gritted his teeth.

"The dog thing, the target is Zhong Yushu!"

"Do you use me as cannon fodder?"

"snort!"

He snorted coldly and lowered the telescope. The young man looked gloomy and terrifying.

"A group of idiots, just by making a few of you crooked melons and jujubes try to kill Zhong Yushu!"

"idiot!"

After cursing for a few words, the young man took out a set of school uniforms in his schoolbag and changed it. He put away his previous clothes and turned around and left.

...

The next day.

There are several news broadcasts on TV in all cities of the human race.

Zhong Yushu's injuries healed and will soon climb to the Demon Suppression Pass again to guard the human race!

The cults in Jiangbei Province have been almost eradicated.

A level 8 demon lord raided the Demon Suppression Pass, but unexpectedly, Mr. Sun arrived early and seriously injured him. The human race took advantage of the situation to counterattack and won a great victory!

These three news is exciting.

For a moment, the entire human race fell into a sea of ​​joy.

until...

Three days later, the demon clan was furious. Two level 8 demon lords joined hands to attack Poxiao City. If it weren't for Mr. Sun's timely rescue, perhaps... the city had been broken.

But even so, there will be heavy casualties.

For a moment, the joyful atmosphere came to an abrupt end, as if someone had been pinched to their throats, which made them awake.

The demon clan is still the same demon clan.

The human race now only has a chance to breathe.

...

I didn't pay attention to these things from the outside world for the rest of my life.

Instead, he used his savings to hold a funeral for Liu Qingfeng.

The funeral was not big, and he was even the only one.

On the signing of the family members of the cremation site, Yu Sheng wrote down his name seriously.

The blood on the schoolbag was carefully washed away by him.

Keep it behind you.

And inside the schoolbag is the bloody medal.

Carefully buried the porcelain altar containing Liu Qingfeng's ashes underground and erected a monument.
To be continued...