Ji Hong turned his head sideways, looked at the old white ape standing in the distance, and couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head.

"yes..."

"Since you have come to this demon domain, don't you stand above the heavenly dome and look down on the entire demon domain, isn't it... It's white coming! ”

At this moment, Ji Hong also took off his usual disguise, and his eyes were full of strength and ambition.

Two monkeys with different hairs stood side by side, looking down at the Thousand Miles Demon Plains in the distance.

"You can't pretend too much yet."

"Indeed."

"That's... Lord of the Mountain, please. ”

The old white ape suddenly spoke.

Ji Hong nodded.

Immediately afterwards, the old white ape's strong moment was restrained, and he returned to his low profile again, bent down slightly, took a step back, and stood behind Ji Hong.

And Ji Hong chuckled, walking towards the Thousand Miles Demon Plain, ready to take over his first territory in the true sense of the Demon Domain.

If you count the Ten Thousand Demon Forest of the old white ape, the two of them actually have a certain foundation in this demon domain.

Even if they are out of the control of Fei now, with Ji Hong's own eighth-level strength, if Yingjian Mountain wants to move them, they must think about it.

In other words, when they take this step, they are already invincible.

The worst outcome is to stand on your own.

Of course, there are still a lot of things they want.

Like what...

The Eagle Stream Mountain.

……

Ink Academy.

On this day, under the leadership of the vice principal, all the old students returned collectively.

Several other leaders of the Ink Academy, who had rarely shown up, stood neatly on the rooftop above the teaching building at this time.

All of them were dressed in black and looked solemn.

The moment these old students came in, the bell rang in the Mo Academy.

Nine sounds.

The voice lingered in the Ink Academy for a long time.

Those old students who originally had smiles on their faces, including Sun Wen, Zhao Zicheng and others, gradually faded their smiles and were a little silent.

Finally, bend over in unison.

Hands on chest.

The bell of the Ink Academy is easily not ringing.

Every time it sounds, it means that a student has disappeared from this world forever.

Today, nine sounds.

"In war, there are no immortals."

"Not only them, but I believe that those of you who survived, were ready to sacrifice before they set off."

"The old man has been in this ink academy for thirty years, and I have seen too many scenes like this."

"So I don't want to say too much sensational, motivational things."

"To your extent, such words don't mean anything to you."

"What you have to do is learn from all the wrong experiences."

"The old man hopes that this bell will not ring for you again."

The principal looked solemn and looked at the people below and said lightly.

The freshmen stood on the playground a little dazed, looking at the old students with a little puzzlement.

Obviously, at this time, they did not know the meaning of the bell.

"From today onwards, the Ink Academy will be in your sole control."

"I feel..."

"I'm going to go to the eighth sleep."

The headmaster suddenly looked at the headmaster below, and said lightly, his voice full of majesty.

But it seems to be mixed with a little pretense.

It's just that there is no evidence.

The vice principal froze for a moment, clenched his fists, and subconsciously asked, "In other words, I'm finally going to be the principal?" ”

"Still the vice-principal."

"Before the old man takes Sun Yingying's position and becomes the master of the Moge Pavilion, the position of principal will not be retired."

"After all..."

The headmaster put his hands behind his back, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the sky with some melancholy, a wisp of beard on his chin swaying in the wind.

"That's a lot of pay a month."

It's just that when he said his last sentence, all the atmosphere he had created before was instantly lost.

The vice principal lowered his head in disappointment, and kept muttering: "Damn, it's shameless, the old man does the principal's work every day, taking the vice principal's salary." ”

"If it weren't for Lao Tzu who is also the director of the Jiangcheng Education Department, the deputy director of the Security Department, the director of the Ministry of Culture, and the position of a member of the first detachment of the Demon Pavilion, he would have starved to death a long time ago!"

Behind the vice principal, Zhao Zicheng raised his head in confusion, looked at his old back, and was speechless for a long time.

The position of the Commissioner of Education, they know.

But this guy still hides so many identities secretly?

God's special detachment members!

As soon as you are old, you have seven awakenings, and you will run away from the demon pavilion to eat empty wages, will your conscience really not hurt?

Except for the members of the Demon Pavilion, a month's salary is only 6,000...

Seventy-two thousand a year.

Well, at this moment, except for Sun Wen, the rest of these people were also moved.

Simply convert the salary of the vice-principal.

Vice President, monthly salary of 18,000, Director of Education, monthly salary of 15,000, Deputy Director of the Department of Guards, 12,000, Director of the Ministry of Culture, 10,000, 7,000 team members.

The monthly salary is 62,000.

The annual salary is 740,000 yuan, which is tax-free.

And that's not even counting the holiday benefits, including those rice, soybean oil, and the like.

The most important thing is that this old guy has been working in Xinjiang for thirty years.

"I think we should get some bonus if we go to the Anti-Corruption Department and report him."

"Well, I'm suddenly jealous."

"That's right, his ten-year salary is as much as my one-month hard-earned money!" Sun Wen was indignant.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

Even the vice principal who was eavesdropping in front of him fell into a certain inferiority complex for a while.

The next moment, Sun Wen knelt on the ground with a thud.

I still can't kneel for a long time.

In the envious eyes of 'I want to be a funny man', the principal coughed dryly: "The old man has been in retreat for half a year, and he has gone to break through the eight sleeps!" ”

"Well, Eight Senses!"

"Eight Senses!"

Although this is not a valley, under the control of the headmaster's energy, it still creates an echo.

In this ink academy, it is extremely harsh.

The next moment, the headmaster's figure dissipated.

Many of the old students were not surprised by this, and after remembering the dead classmates, they scattered and left.

Only the freshmen kept inquiring about the meaning of the bell.

"Damn!"

"You're going to let me go!"

In the empty square, only Sun Wen knelt on the ground alone, enjoying the admiring eyes of passers-by.

Until it was getting dark.

"I'm willing to sponsor another 10 million of our Mo Academy!"

Sun Wen, who was already a little hungry, finally spoke helplessly.