"Today's young people still don't know how to turn their brains."

"It's stupid."

The old man guarding the mountain spat out wisps of smoke from his mouth, raised his head a little melancholy, looked at the waning moon in the sky, and said softly.

Sun Yingying nodded in agreement.

Seeing Sun Yingying's move, the old man guarding the mountain seemed to think of something, and his expression suddenly became strange: "Didn't you do the same back then, I said Sun Xiao..."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Yingying looked at him with a smile.

His eyes narrowed, but the energy around him was constantly surging, and the old man guarding the mountain couldn't do it again if he wanted to.

"My name is Sun Yingying."

"Well, the household registration book, ID card, it's all this name."

"What are you talking about Sun Xiao, does it have anything to do with me?"

Sun Yingying spoke softly.

The old man who guarded the mountain shook his head silently and said nothing.

Of course, I can't say it if I want to.

Sun Yingying picked up the cigarette in his hand and took another puff, the surrounding energy dissipated, and the old man guarding the mountain breathed a long sigh of relief, looking at Sun Yingying's eyes full of disdain.

"I'm old, and I still have a face."

"When people called you by this name, I didn't see how you reacted."

"Isn't it embarrassing?"

The old man guarding the mountain sneered and said, no longer looking at Sun Yingying, but leaning on an ancient tree behind him, stretching leisurely, looking at the waning moon in the sky a little distracted, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Really?"

Sun Yingying shook the demon core belonging to the dragon python in his hand and asked suspiciously.

The old man guarding the mountain shook his head without hesitation: "Back then, the old man beat you at the same level, and there was no reason for me to enter the Eight Senses, but I am not as good as you." ”

When he said this, the old man guarding the mountain looked proud, as if he had already made up some picture in his mind, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Sun Yingying's face instantly darkened, and he directly threw the demon core in his hand on his body.

"Are you willing to give it to you as an old man?"

"Don't you just want to save a little and don't want to use it?"

"It was hypocritical back then, and it's even more hypocritical when you're old, isn't it a shame?"

"This is Lao Tzu's hard-earned earnings, I haven't said anything yet, but you are here to put a deep one?"

"I still want pure-blooded divine beasts, it's so beautiful!"

"If it weren't for Chu Yu guarding the Demon Pass, the Demon Domain might choose this deep mountain as a breakthrough, and you would be willing to give it to you?"

"!"

Sun Yingying scolded and scolded, his face full of distress.

The old man guarding the mountain did not refute this time, but clutched the demon core in his hand that constantly exuded strong energy, and was a little silent.

After a long time, the old man guarding the mountain spoke again with some hoarseness: "The contract said that the demon domain must not pass from now on. ”

"Heh, do you think that with the current situation, the demon domain will still have a face?"

"Don't fight from here, go to the town demon pass?"

"If they don't figure out Yu's ability, they won't dare."

"These guys are far more afraid of death than we do."

Sun Yingying took a sharp puff of cigarette, coughed violently twice, and finally extinguished the cigarette butt that had burned to the cotton.

"So there still has to be a Eight Senses here."

"Within a year, at the current level of the Demon Domain, even if you want to organize another wave of troops, it will be difficult to attack."

"Unless it's pulled."

"But with the temperament of various forces and tribes, who is willing to wipe their butts for Yingjian Mountain?"

"So with such a good eight senses as you, it's enough to guard the mountain."

"Just let out some movement."

Sun Yingying explained two more sentences.

The old man guarding the mountain was thoughtful, his eyes stayed on the demon core in his hand, and after a long time, he sighed helplessly: "After all, I still haven't escaped this fate." ”

"Eight Senses..."

"My path to promotion is not perfect."

The old man guarding the mountain looked a little lonely, and his tone of voice was full of vicissitudes, and finally took a deep breath, and in this moonlight, he suddenly clenched the demon core in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Sun Yingying couldn't help but sneer: "Isn't your path to promotion already imperfect after an awakening?" ”

"A... A reckless man who carries a staff to beat people? ”

"Still, um, I want to think..."

"Barbarians?"

Sun Yingying's tone was full of mockery: "We are so familiar with each other, there is no need to play for me." ”

"I'm afraid I'm already happy in my heart, right?"

"I want to get some other benefits from the old man, what do you want?"

"If I can be deceived by you, the position of the Pavilion Master of the Ink Pavilion is up to you."

As Sun Yingying spoke, he got up slowly, and patted the dust on his clothes casually: "Guarding the mountain for so long, change an eighth-level demon core with the blood of a divine beast, you will already make a lot of money in this transaction." ”

"I'll tell you another good news, this mountain... After two years, you won't have to keep it. ”

Sun Yingying looked left and right, bent down to pick up the box of cigarettes on the ground, took out one and put it in his mouth, and...

Once again, his eyes fell on the young reservist in the mountains.

In the helpless gaze of the young man, Sun Yingying smiled and beckoned, and under the drag of energy, the young man stood in front of Sun Yingying again.

Only this time he was much more sensible, and without saying a word, he summoned his awakened object.

Sun Yingying lit a cigarette.

Seeing this, the old man guarding the mountain on the side hurriedly got up and came over and rubbed a fire together.

Sun Yingying leisurely spit out a wisp of smoke, and then looked at the young man with disdain: "There is a fire machine and summons awakened objects, are you stupid?" ”

The young man was stunned.

Just looked at Sun Yingying faintly, and after a long time, he couldn't help but speak: "But my fireboat has just been snatched away by you..."

Sun Yingying was speechless.

With a slight embarrassment on his face, he waved his hand and once again sent the young man back to the bottom of the mountain.

"It's strange that you say people are old, but memory is not good."

"I took his fire..."

Sun Yingying subconsciously took out his pants pocket and took out a lighter.

And then...

It's not the young man just now.

The color, the style, are all different.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became even more awkward.

"Ahem, I'll just say, when I'm old, my memory is always bad."

Sun Yingying decisively ended the topic.