"Or ...... Take him for a run? ”

After a few seconds of deliberation, I tried to ask questions.

For this suggestion of time, Yu Sheng did not respond immediately, but also fell into contemplation.

After another ten seconds, seeing that the Confucian had slowly sat up straight on the branch, Yu Sheng spoke, "This may affect his plans." ”

"You can try to maneuver the wheelchair around in place, huh...... It's better to just let the wheelchair walk a question mark on the ground, so that the meaning can be more obvious. ”

After sorting out the logic of this, a bright light flashed in Yu Sheng's eyes.

Time suddenly, nodded, and continued to operate the remote control in his hand.

……

"Senior, people from the outside world are rumored that you are crazy and want to stay away from you."

"But I don't believe it."

"A madman can't do such a thing."

"Maybe we can try to ditch ......"

In the face of the increasingly crazy Confucian students, Yu Mo, calm, talking, and even always with a smile on his face.

And then......

The wheelchair began to move irregularly, out of a graceful arc.

Even at the end of the arc, there happens to be a small stone.

The wheelchair pressed against the stone, bounced up, and then paused on the ground, completing the last point of the question mark.

Yu Mo fell into a daze for a moment, but quickly regained his reaction, bent down, looked at a small camera on the armrest of the wheelchair, and shook his head slightly.

"Well, he's fine."

Yu Sheng looked at Yu Mo's face on the screen and slowly spoke.

"Oh, okay."

Time nodded and stopped talking.

……

Yu Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but when he raised his head, he found that this crazy Confucian had stood in front of him at some point, his face almost pressed against him, and there was still that somewhat stupid smile on his face.

Especially in his mouth, there is still a fishy smell, which is very unpleasant.

"Senior ......"

Yu Mo's pupils contracted slightly, but he soon regained his composure again, and looked at the Confucian who was close to him in a calm voice, and said lightly: "The junior came with sincerity, don't you really care about the Sin City?" ”

"If you didn't care, you wouldn't have stayed here for so many years."

"Of course, if the seniors are really delirious, and the juniors are wrong in all their guesses, then ...... Just make a mistake when the junior bets. ”

As he spoke, Yu Mo slowly closed his eyes, said nothing, and waited quietly for everything to finally come.

It's just that his bet is a bit big, and if he fails, he will pay with his own life.

Confucian was still red-eyed, just sticking to Yu Mo's side, and even Yu Mo could clearly hear his breathing.

"Blood!"

"I saw a lot of blood."

"Hahaha, it's all blood, you're the devil!"

After a long time, Confucian Sheng's face became distorted, and he just stood in place, covering his face, and laughed a little crazy.

His body was trembling with a smile, and he spoke in a strange tone.

The voice is sharp, and the tail note is slightly raised, which makes it sound very uncomfortable.

But Yu Mo, who had his eyes closed, breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the Confucian who was already some distance from him, and said softly: "But senior, this blood is valuable." ”

"Hahahaha, madman."

"I'm crazy, the blind old man is crazy, and the stupid big guy is crazy."

"Even you!"

"Also crazy!"

When he said the last sentence, Rusheng suddenly leaned over, his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair, bent over, his long messy hair covering his face, leaving only a pair of eyes looming.

And his eyes were even more staring at Yu Mo, and the words he said were misty and nondescript.

"But sometimes, the world needs madmen."

In the face of Confucianism, whose mental state was obviously wrong, Yu Mo's expression did not change, his tone of speech was still steady, and his eyes looked directly at Confucianism, without giving in.

"No, this world doesn't need anything!"

"Since we were born, we are tumors that grow in this world, tumors that need to be cut off!"

"The so-called needs are nothing more than an excuse to satisfy yourself!"

"Hahahahaha, we're all garbage."

"The garbage needs to be swept away."

"Thousands of years later, everything will return to dust, and the earth will return to the earth, but this world is still there!"

"We always boast that the world needs us!"

"But why not think about it, it's we need the world."

At this time, the Confucian scholars seemed to have become more sober, and they said a lot more.

Even his gaze seemed calm at this time.

But Yu Mo listened to his words, still expressionless, and was not guided by him at all.

"Maybe you're right."

"But at least for this moment, we live in this world."

Looking directly at the end of the topic of Confucianism, Yu Mo spoke again.

"After all, we're just a bunch of bandits."

"Occupy the land of this world and wantonly occupy its resources."

"Shh......h

"Listen, it's shouting......"

"It's wailing."

"It hurts, it hurts, you listen, you listen!"

However, the Confucian Sheng, who had just come to his senses for half a minute, became crazy again, the green tendons on his neck burst out, staring at Yu Mo, and constantly roaring.

Even now, it has not been possible to sort out where the logic of the chat between these two people is.

It's completely imaginative, but the two find it interesting to chat.

"I hear you."

"So, we need to save the world!"

"Only we lunatics can put an end to this!"

"So, let the blood return to the earth, let the robbers become fewer, do you want to join this righteous team?"

Yu Mo's expression at the moment was extremely solemn, and he stared at Confucius seriously and asked.

Confucius did not respond.

Just stared at Yu Mo from afar.

After a long time, Confucius laughed madly again, and while laughing, he was still shaking his head: "No, it's not like that. ”

"Why should we sympathize with the world?"

"Listen, its wailing doesn't look like a beautiful piece of music."

"Pleasing to the eye, pleasing to the eye!"

The wind of Confucian Sheng's words suddenly changed, like the square of a debate, and suddenly jumped to the opposite side.

also used the logic he threw out before to slap himself in the face.

"We are all robbers, and robbers have no sense of justice."

"We were ...... It's the worst person in the world. ”

The Confucian voice's voice became clearer and clearer, and finally he stood still, motionless, smiling stupidly.

Even when he grinned, a faint trace of flesh could be seen between his teeth.

Even on his teeth, there was a little bit of blood.

The whole picture looks extremely hideous.