Yu Sheng stood in the middle of the playground, bowing his head slightly, carrying the newly bought, which was already a little dirty, without saying a word.

In just half a minute, a strong energy fluctuation came from the side of the guard department, and then...

The hustle and bustle is gone.

Everything is quiet again.

The headmaster sat weakly on the ground, looking at the corpses around him, including the dean who always liked to contradict himself and acted strictly, and he was no longer breathing, and the headmaster's eyes were a little red, and he barely stood up.

Look in the direction of Zhong Yushu.

Especially the spear behind him with eight hedrons.

"You're a high-ranking member of the Ink Pavilion?"

He was on a knife and his waist was straight.

Even if he knew that his status was vastly different from Zhong Yushu's, he didn't have the flattery he had in the past.

Proud!

"Sort of..."

Zhong Yushu nodded lightly and did not object.

The principal took a deep breath and barely allowed his breathing to become stable: "I am Mobei No. 2 Middle School, I dare to fight in battle, but one person retreats?" ”

His voice was loud.

Zhong Yushu shook his head: "No." ”

"My No. 2 middle school teacher, can I afford to be a hero of the human race?"

The principal asked again.

Zhong Yushu nodded: "You can be called a hero." ”

"Hopefully... Be kind to the descendants of these heroes. ”

"Hopefully... Be kind to No. 2 Middle School. ”

"In the next period of time, the materials needed by the second middle school will all depend on the ink pavilion..."

After receiving an affirmative answer, the principal seemed to have unloaded his whole body strength, his body ached, and the wound was still dripping blood.

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

He must be standing!

And...

The posture is erect.

"Where are my No. 2 middle school students?"

Raising his head and looking at the students at the window of the teaching building behind him, the principal smiled...

"In!"

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

"Go downstairs and clear the battlefield."

After saying a word again, the headmaster slowly closed his eyes, could no longer support them, and fainted.

Zhong Yushu just watched, and didn't say anything that would let the people of the Mo Pavilion deal with this kind of thing.

Because he understood, understood what the headmaster was thinking at this time.

A student walked out of the school building in silence, and lifted the ground, where the bodies of teachers and veterans were neatly arranged.

A little, a little bit to wash away every bloodstain in the playground.

Until Liu Qingfeng's corpse.

Yu Sheng was vivid, stopped in front of the students, and silently carried Liu Qingfeng's body on his back.

The thin body just carried...

didn't leave, but looked at Zhong Yushu seriously: "I killed twenty-three cultists... Remember to give money, the school has surveillance. ”

After finishing speaking, he carried Liu Qingfeng on Liu Qingfeng for the rest of his life and gradually walked away.

There is no stop.

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

The Lin Pavilion Lord looked at the back of the rest of his life with a blank look.

It felt a little familiar for a while.

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 that's why I don't want to recover."

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

For a while, a look of tiredness appeared on Zhong Yushu's face, he shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and left a little lonely.

In this life, all he has experienced is killing, constant killing.

Only during these years in the veteran barracks, I enjoyed the warmth and tranquility that I had never felt before.

It's a pity that he may not have another chance in his life.

……

On the rooftop, the young man of Baichun City's divine servant gritted his teeth.

"Dog thing, the target turned out to be Zhong Yushu!"

"Do you use Lao Tzu as cannon fodder?"

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, he put down the binoculars, and the young man's expression was gloomy and terrifying.

"A group of fools, just relying on a few of you crooked melons and cracked dates, are also trying to kill Zhong Yushu!"

"Idiot!"

After cursing a few words, the young man took out a set of school uniforms in his schoolbag and changed them, put away his previous clothes, and turned to leave.

……

Next.

In all the cities of the Terrans, there are several news items on TV.

Zhong Yushu's injuries have healed, and he will soon come to the Demon Pass again in the near future, guarding the Terran Terrans!

The cult in Jiangbei Province was almost uprooted.

An eighth-level demon lord raided the town demon pass, but he didn't expect Sun Lao to arrive ahead of schedule and seriously injured him, and the human race took advantage of the situation to counterattack and win a big victory!

These three pieces of news are inspiring.

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

Until...

Three days later, the demon clan was furious, and the two eighth-level demon lords joined hands to attack Dawn City, if it wasn't for Sun Lao's timely rescue, maybe... The city is broken.

But even then, there were heavy casualties.

For a moment, this joyful atmosphere came to an abrupt end, as if someone had choked them, and they came to their senses.

The demon clan is still the demon clan.

The Terrans are barely having a chance to breathe now.

……

The outside world did not pay attention to these for the rest of his life.

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

The funeral was not large, and it was even just me.

On the signature of the family at the crematorium, Yu Sheng wrote his name seriously.

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

All the time with my back behind me.

And inside the school bag, is the bloody medal.

The porcelain altar containing Liu Qingfeng's ashes was carefully buried in the ground, and a tablet was erected.

As for the words on the stele, I thought about it for a long time for the rest of my life.

In the end, only three words Liu Qingfeng were written.

Liu Qingfeng is the person he has been in contact with for the longest time since he left Sin City.

For Liu Qingfeng, until now, he can't say what emotions he has.

"Goodbye..."

got up, looked at the tombstone seriously, said solemnly, bowed slightly, put the schoolbag behind him again, and left silently.

Just yesterday, the transcript was issued.

He...

First in the province.

The name of the rest of his life is known to everyone.

Even, the three major universities have launched college assessment invitations for the rest of their lives.

Especially military schools.

After watching the exam video for the rest of his life, the teacher in charge of admissions said directly on the phone that as long as he came for the rest of his life, he would interview.

That kind of agile body, decisiveness and neatness when doing it, it is simply born for the military academy.

And what they value the most is the rest of their lives.

As long as you have a little training, you can be directly transported to the battlefield and become an excellent soldier.

But the rest of my life was a little dazed.

Because Liu Qingfeng once said at dinner that he hoped that he would join the Mo Academy.

But so far, he has not received an invitation to the assessment of the Ink Academy.