"It's the tenth day..."

However, in just ten days, the old man guarding the mountain has become much older.

Standing on the top of the mountain, he kept walking.

He kept holding the demon core in his hand.

But unlike his anxious mood, his eyes were sharp from beginning to end, and he kept looking into the distance, maintaining a high level of vigilance.

Watch the sun rise.

The old man guarding the mountain finally stopped, looked into the distance and sighed lightly, and shook his head slightly: "That little guy... It's going to happen. ”

"If he really died because of killing the mirage, then the old man..."

"It's a sinner."

As he spoke, the old man who guarded the mountain subconsciously touched his pocket and took out the precious box of cigarettes.

But the cigarette case was empty.

", if the person surnamed Sun doesn't smoke me two, I can still have two mouthfuls."

"That..."

"That mobile lighter, the future leader of the human race, a peerless Tianjiao who has not been born for eight hundred years."

"Do you have a cigarette?"

Sun Yingying tilted his head, looked at the simple young man at the bottom of the mountain, and asked with a reluctant smile.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously shook his head.

"What the hell are you..."

"Go out with a fire, no smoke?"

The old man looked incredulous.

The young man scratched his head a little shyly: "Senior, when I first woke up, I was not particularly skilled in energy control, and I needed to use a lighter to start a fire. ”

"Although I don't need it now, I have always kept this habit."

...

The old man looked at the youth, messy in the wind.

Immediately after, his gaze fell on the reserve officer of Wuyang Wuyang: "Which of you brought cigarettes?" ”

"I don't believe that we, the future leaders of the Terrans, don't wear cigarettes on our bodies."

There was encouragement in his eyes.

But in response to him, there was endless silence.

Everyone looked at him with big eyes and blinked, and no one spoke.

"Rub, you guys are so picky?"

"The old man spends money to buy it!"

The old man collapsed.

As the day came to the end, a series of emotions such as nervousness, anticipation, and so on all permeated his heart, and he continued to smoke a cigarette to calm himself.

"Senior..."

"Smoking is not allowed in the reserves."

"Zhong Lao once said that on the battlefield, it is not advisable to smoke and make mistakes."

The mobile lighter stood up under tremendous pressure, and looked at the old man guarding the mountain and said cautiously.

The old man was messy in the wind.

Apparently, having been on this mountain for decades, the new rules for the reserves, he is not clear to him.

"Zhong Yushu, I'm ****!"

"You're ***!"

The old man guarding the mountain couldn't help but scold.

Getting more and more agitated.

"I have a cigarette, do you want to smoke it?"

Until a calm voice sounded very abruptly from afar.

At the border between the deep mountains and the demon realm.

An ordinary-looking, weak yellow monkey was standing on a tree, looking at the old man guarding the mountain from afar and asked.

And on its shoulders, it also carries an animal skin wrap, which looks nondescript.

The old man guarding the mountain was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly brightened, he took a deep breath, turned his head cautiously, and looked at this familiar voice: "You... Are you the rest of your life? ”

"Hmm."

Yu Sheng nodded slightly, silently unzipped his clothes, took off this set of skin, and put it away.

Just one step into the mountains.

The aura of human blood suddenly emanated from his body.

In the eyes of those reservists, seeing this scene, they will subconsciously think that it is the coat that can change the breath, not the rest of their lives.

"Good..."

"It's good to come back alive..."

The old man seemed to have unloaded a boulder in his heart, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, and kept muttering in his mouth.

At this moment, he had even forgotten about the mirage.

As an old guy like himself, instead of pursuing a perfect eight-time awakening, it is better to let the human race have an excellent Tianjiao in the future.

This was the truth he figured out on the third day of his trip to the Demon Realm for the rest of his life.

It's just that before, after all, I was blinded by obsession.

No matter how weak the eight senses are, they are also eight senses.

What's more, the demon core of the dragon python was not weak originally.

Yu Sheng looked at the concerned look in the old man's eyes and was stunned for a moment.

This kind of look...

In the Demon Domain, it will never appear.

Sin City...

Nor did it.

But within this Terran, it seems... Very common.

Yu Sheng didn't speak, just under the old man's gaze, silently opened the package, took out the body of the mirage, put it on the ground, thought about it, and took out the package again, accompanied by a faint energy, took out another box of cigarettes, and put it on top of the corpse.

After doing all this, under the sight of many reservists, he silently retreated to the corner, jumped lightly, landed on the tree, just leaned against the branch, put one hand on his waist, and fell asleep.

This trip to the Demon Domain, although it seems that the rest of his life is advantageous everywhere.

Even at an absolute high point on this chessboard.

But it's also a gamble.

If you are not careful, you will lose everything.

As long as there is any mistake, there will be one more corpse in the passage forever.

Even...

In the past ten days, he has not even slept at all.

There were also two major wars during this period.

A fantasy.

Looking at the sleeping young man at the top of the tree, the old man guarding the mountain stood in place, speechless for a while.

But the eyes that looked at Yu Sheng became more and more gentle, and a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"If my mother-in-law hadn't died..."

"Now the old man's grandson should be so old..."

"Hehe..."

"You all be quiet, don't disturb his rest!"

The old man guarding the mountain looked around in a whisper, and his gaze finally fell on the body of the mirage.

Squinting slightly, feeling the familiar aura emanating from the mirage demon core, the old man guarding the mountain fell into a stupor for a while.

"This little one... Really killed the mirage? ”

"Won't it look like the old man back then... It's rubbish. ”

"It's just... This mirage itself is too ugly. ”

Although the old man was complaining in his mouth, he still carefully picked up the body of the mirage, but did not go far, but came to the tree, sat cross-legged, put the body of the mirage in front of him, and waited for the rest of his life to wake up.

Of course, the cigarette was smoked.

One after the other, it never broke.