"When are you going to enter the Nine Senses?"

In the face of Sun Yingying's low-key pretense, Yu Mo decisively chose to ignore it.

"There's no hurry."

"I'm still young, and if I toss for a few more years, it's too late."

Sun Yingying said with a smile and sat down on the chair.

"Are you worried about Moge?"

Yu Mo frowned slightly.

Sun Yingying nodded lightly: "No way, four generations... It's hard to choose a pillar of talent. ”

"In the three generations, a few old guys are more suitable, but they are all old and not very good."

"And after all, not everyone is like the old man, even if he is riddled with miscellaneous things, he can easily step into the Nine Senses."

"Ugh..."

"It's easy to find a lover, but it's hard to find!"

As he spoke, Sun Yingying sighed faintly, full of disappointment.

For a moment, the aura in the room became strange.

Yu Mo reorganized his language for a long time before he spoke again: "Then do you think Zhong Lao and him are still far from Jiujue?" ”

"Him?"

Sun Yingying raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, and he stretched out his hand and gestured, about a meter or so.

"If you say, this is the road from eight to nine senses."

"The old man is already standing at the end of the road, and he can take one step at any time, that old guy Zhong Yushu, too..."

Sun Yingying was slightly entangled, constantly gesturing in mid-air, and finally there was a gap of more than half a meter left.

"Well, he's so far away!"

"Xiao Zhong's talent is still very superior, in just over a year, I am surprised that I can go so far on this road!"

"It's a pity that his talent is always so much worse than mine."

Sun Yingying sighed slightly again and shook his head.

Yu Mo subconsciously clenched his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, and his brows jumped slightly.

But for some reason, after experiencing several baptisms for the rest of his life, Yu Mo looked at Sun Yingying again and felt that ... It's not unacceptable.

Even the way he pretends to be forced is a little cute.

"Heh..."

"It's worthy of Sun Lao."

"But, in this battle, you have to enter the Nine Senses..."

Yu Mo's expression was serious, and he brought the topic on the right track.

"But there is no successor to the Moge Pavilion yet."

Sun Wen shook his head: "At this time, when you enter Jiujue, there is no successor, and the human race lacks the backbone, which will do more harm than good." ”

"Nope."

"Although Yuan Lao is not very reliable and acts aggressively, Qi Lao is calm, and he is only a little short of the Mo Pavilion Master."

"I think I can let the two seniors replace them for the time being."

"It's okay to take charge of the Ink Pavilion on behalf of you, one bright and one dark."

"As for the future, I already have a candidate in mind, but it's not suitable yet."

"Perhaps, after some blood outpouring, he... That's enough. ”

Yu Mo's voice gradually became weaker, more like talking to himself.

It seems to be thinking about something.

"Perhaps, my blood... more effective..."

"Although it is most advantageous for you to sit in the position of the Lord of the Ink Pavilion, time will not wait for me."

"In this battle, you enter the Nine Senses, which is more meaningful."

Yu Mo stared at Sun Yingying's eyes seriously, and said word by word.

Sun Yingying didn't speak, just sat in his chair and was silent.

Fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, and the room fell silent.

Long...

"Yes."

"I believe in you."

"Not because your surname is Yu, but because... You are Yu Mo. ”

"You can arrange the specific details, so you don't need to tell me the process, I can do it according to your plan at that time."

"Recently, I have consolidated and consolidated more, in case I don't break through in the battle, it will be embarrassing."

As he spoke, Sun Yingying got up lightly, looking like he was breezy and calm, and everything was under control.

He gently patted Yu Mo's shoulder: "It's hard work." ”

As the voice fell, Sun Yingying put his hands behind his back and turned to leave.

It's just that the moment he left the conference room, Sun Yingying's expression suddenly became anxious, and he trotted all the way and disappeared into the corridor, still muttering something in his mouth.

"It's loaded, wipe!"

"The old man is still one step away!"

"If you don't break through during the big war, you'll lose the dead!"

"No, the old man has to retreat!"

Sun Yingying's old voice was still echoing in the corridor, and the person had fled away in embarrassment, disappearing.

In the room, Yu Mo was still staring at the map after Sun Yingying left.

"You can't just return a gift."

"Otherwise, it's too stingy."

"One light and one dark, more appropriate."

"In the next ten years, the Terrans need a heroic pavilion master who dares to fight."

"In the same way, blood is needed."

"Let them know that my Terran... This is no longer the case. ”

"I'll give you another gift."

As the words fell, Yu Mo returned to his desk, deliberately took out a brush, and kept sketching something on a huge blank piece of paper.

And for the same text, he wrote four copies.

"Send it to the four major passes!"

"Hang up."

"And inform the entire human race of the contents."

Yu Mo pressed the call button on the desktop and handed the written paper to the staff of the light group.

The man looked at the contents and froze.

But soon he became agitated, his hands holding the paper were shaking, and his breathing was heavy.

It's as if you've witnessed something.

At this moment, he even forgot to say hello to Yu Mo, just grabbed the paper and left in a hurry.

In less than an hour, on the Internet, a post issued by Moge headquarters was quickly hit by the hot search, and firmly occupied the first place.

"War Book - To the Demon Clan!"

Just looking at this headline, the people were stunned.

As if they had thought of something, they frantically poured into the posts and watched the contents.