Listening to the whispers of the rest of his life, 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 paradise!"

"I'm going to bury love..."

Before he could speak, a crisp sound was heard.

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

"Do you still bury your love..."

Yu Sheng asked curiously.

"Don't bury love..."

"Don't bury love..."

Yuan Zhong muttered, he didn't dare to put the egg down, the whole person looked very pitiful, especially when his face was beaten by Su Mo... It's miserable.

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

It's not so pathetic!

Long...

Yu Sheng looked at Yuan Zhong, and the eggs had gradually stopped producing gray gas, so he took the eggs back.

And Yuan Zhong pulled the wig off his head for the first time.

Without the hairstyle that killed Matt, under the ordinary black medium and short hair, Yuan Zhong looked much more energetic, and his appearance doubled.

Of course, on the premise of not looking at his blue nose and swollen face.

Yuan Zhong kept his head down, as if he wanted to hide himself, opened his small backpack and rummaged through it, and soon pulled out a white killer Matt's hair and put it on...

Tight-fitting.

Still smooth.

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

And there is a little bit of ferocity in the air.

It's like...

His own personality was born entirely to cater to wigs.

It wasn't until his eyes saw Yu Sheng that he subconsciously shuddered, and the whole person took two steps back, and found that Yu Sheng had no idea of doing it again, so he accelerated his pace as much as possible and gradually moved away under the premise of maintaining a cold personality.

Su Mo, at most, beat himself up, and he was not afraid at all.

But for the rest of my life...

Squatting, baking eggs, cutting hair.

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

"Next time..."

"What's the reason to cut it?"

Recalling the surging gray qi on Yuan Zhong's body just now, the rest of his life was thoughtful, and he looked forward to it again.

This class of freshmen...

All right!

With satisfaction, Yu Sheng held the egg, returned to his dormitory, put it on the head of the bed, and poured some energy into it, and then cultivated again.

Constantly compressing the energy of the first three awakened objects, making them more refined.

With the continuous refinement of the last few days of his life, his energy texture has improved by leaps and bounds compared to before.

……

"Old ghost, you're two days slow!"

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

This perennial gloomy ghost gate, which has no sunlight, has gained a little more vitality under Zhong Yushu's two-month transformation.

But...

It is estimated that it will be restored to the same state in half a month at most.

"Clear the Dark Chamber."

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

In this gloomy environment, the hoarse voice seemed to blend in perfectly.

"Tsk..."

"But to be honest, the efficiency of the Dark Pavilion is really not good lately."

"The dark pavilion back then was so impressive."

"Alright, you get busy first."

"In another month, the group of guys in the Demon Domain will probably attack again!"

"I'm going to see my reserves, too."

As he spoke, after only three or two steps, Zhong Yushu floated in mid-air, a blood dragon surrounded him, not angry and arrogant.

"You're really... Can you get nine senses? ”

For the first time, the old ghost took the initiative to ask.

Zhong Yushu chuckled: "This kind of thing, who is right." ”

"Seriously injured once, reshaped once."

"There is also a divine beast demon core."

"My world has gradually become stable."

"Whether you can take the next step, you will know after trying."

With a wanton smile, Zhong Yushu turned around and disappeared into the air in an instant.

The old ghost is standing alone on the wall, his face hidden in his hat, making it difficult to see his expression.

The faces of the soldiers who were responsible for guarding the ghost gate around them were also generally a little pale, looking gloomy and compassionate, and there was almost no expression on their faces.

It's more like...

A group of lonely ghosts.

Under the pervasiveness of all kinds of biogas and yin qi in this ghost gate, even normal people will generally be weak.

After a long time, he was left with an illness and finally died in agony.

Therefore, few old people who have passed the ghost gate have survived.

Even if he is alive, he has to suffer all kinds of torture every day, and he is in pain.

"Recuperate."

"Half a month later, I will re-enter the customs."

"Scout preparation."

"Weapon replenishment."

The old ghost stood on the city wall, issuing one order after another, and the voice continued to echo around him.

The soldiers remained silent the whole time, slowly getting up, barely communicating with each other, but tacitly carrying out their respective work.

……

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

Yu Mo looked at Sun Yingying and said softly.

Sun Yingying glanced at his watch and smiled: "Don't worry about this moment, besides, this kind of scene, the effect of me going out to talk is not as big as that old thing." ”

"I guess it's almost there."

While speaking, Sun Yingying was stunned for a moment: "Look, the person is back." ”

"Let's get out."

Sun Yingying got up, pushed open the office door and walked out.

Come to the rooftop of this ink pavilion.

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

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

In the corner of the rooftop, there are also monitors, and it can be seen on the screen that groups of reservists are scattered all over the Terrans, forming a phalanx, quietly waiting for something.

"Old Sun, now the live broadcast has been opened."

"You can just speak."

A staff member handed over a microphone and a copy of the speech.

Sun Yingying just glanced at the staff member again, and chuckled: "When have I ever used this kind of thing." ”

"Front-line soldiers, when you speak, you use a roar."

Sun Yingying's voice was not loud when he spoke, but every word was very clear and could be heard by everyone accurately.

The soldiers lined up on the screen, after hearing Sun Yingying's words, stood up straight.

The expression was solemn.

"I won't say anything superfluous."

"Those false and empty things, there is no meaning, I have only one wish, and that is you... Come back alive as much as you can. ”

"The old bell should be almost there, let him speak."

As he spoke, Sun Yingying straightened up, clenched his fist with his right hand, hammered his chest, and saluted.

Synchronously backs down.

With a dragon groan, Zhong Yushu's figure appeared in the sky.

The next moment, stand on this rooftop.

At this time, Zhong Yushu was not as giggling as in the past, his expression was extremely serious, his eyes were cold, looking at the live broadcast camera, as if he could see the reserve personnel through the camera.

The momentum, at this moment, has also completely reached its peak.

(Tonight at eight o'clock, I'll be on Shake y live, you can search for Tomato Writer Assistant, well... You can look at my face and scold me, it should be quite cool. ）