"Huh?"

"Where's my guide?"

In mid-air, the poisonous bee came back to his senses, looking at the empty bottom, a little dazed.

"What guide?"

Confucian was a little curious and took the initiative to ask, and it could be seen that in this short period of time, the relationship between them was extremely warm.

"Between heaven and earth, all living beings are chess pieces, and everyone has their own destiny."

"And he is the guide arranged by the chess players to be by my side."

"Based on the previous situation, it is not difficult to judge that I need to follow him all the time so that I do not go against the wishes of the players."

The poisonous bee analyzed very seriously.

The Confucian scholar was thoughtful, as if analyzing the philosophy contained in his words.

"Hmm..."

"Then have you ever considered that the separation between you at this time is also intentional by the chess player?"

"What he's going to do next is not convenient for you to accompany for the time being, so you're distracted."

Hearing Confucius's words, the poisonous bee froze in place, as if he had realized something.

It is worthy of the pseudo-nine senses, and what is said is very reasonable!

"Since you are just a chess piece, then you can't resist the will of the chess player anyway, that is, even if some accidents and miscalculations occur, it is the chess player's problem, and it has nothing to do with you."

"But such a smart player can't make mistakes, you just have to go with the flow and let things unfold."

"Be a happy self, and leave the rest to the chess player, so that you are a qualified chess piece!"

Confucius spoke again, his tone very affirmative, with a hint of sacredness.

As if hearing the Bible, the poisonous bee suddenly realized, and for a while he became more worshipful of Confucianism.

"You must be a very good chess piece!"

Poisonous bees sincerely praise!

But Confucius shook his head solemnly: "No, I'm not a chess piece!" ”

"Huh?"

"And what are you?"

The poisonous bee was at a loss.

There was a hint of mystery in Confucian Sheng's eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Hehe, don't say it!" ”

"Understood!"

"I understand!"

In the face of Confucianism's mysterious and mentally ill appearance, the poisonous bee responded with an equally unfathomable smile as if he had a heart.

The two look at each other in the air, and it looks more tacit!

As for what the two people are thinking in their hearts, only they know.

Yu Mo raised his head and looked at the sky faintly.

"They... What are you talking about? ”

"It always feels very deep..."

"More like a wise man than I look."

Yu Mo muttered in his mouth, and then began to seriously look at the skeleton of the demon god, and from time to time he would fall into deep thought.

"Since the poisonous bees can try to use this skeleton to promote the demon god, can I manually create one?"

"Even if you can't do it, it seems like a good thing to change it into some kind of war machine."

"Put it under the Demon Town..."

"I believe that those charging demon beasts will be shocked after seeing the bones of the demon god, right?"

"What's even more pitiful is that they will be hunted down by this skeleton..."

For a while, all kinds of novel ideas kept popping up in Yu Mo's mind, and he was excited about them.

But soon he became distressed again.

"My dear brother has done such a great deed, what should he be rewarded?"

"Meritorious?"

"It seems to be a little too perfunctory, and it looks completely insincere."

"Why don't you just give him the warmth of home!"

"When will I pick up my godfather back, we will have a sumptuous dinner with him, this great family affection, he will definitely be very moved, and feel my good intentions, be angry, and be determined to be a big hero who saves the world!"

Yu Mo's eyes gradually brightened, as if he had thought of that picture, and a smile of expectation appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As I said before, Yu Mo will never moisturize things silently to move the rest of his life.

What is the so-called psychological line of defense, estrangement...

Kick it down, and you'll either kick the door open, or you'll kill me.

And there's a good chance you won't be able to beat me...

Then I'll have a chance to kick you with a second kick, a third kick, and I'll kick you sooner or later.

……

"Haha! I won the bet! ”

"Take the money, take the money!"

On the playground of the Ink Academy, the old students of the class of 140 squatted in the corner like ruffians.

Watching a freshman successfully advance to the next round, Sun Wen smiled proudly.

"Damn!"

Zhao Zicheng scolded and took out 10 yuan in his pocket and threw it on Sun Wen: "The dog is a big money, and 10 yuan can be earned!" ”

"I don't make money, I earn the joy of victory!" Sun Wen's face did not change, put away the money, and turned his head to look at Yu Sheng in the corner: "Boss Yu, why don't you also press both hands?" ”

With a smile on his face, he almost wrote the word profiteer on his face, with some expectations.

"Heh, he's hell if he can press it!"

"When have you ever seen Boss Yu gambling!"

Zhao Zicheng sneered and looked at the freshmen who were still auditioning in the distance, as if looking for a new bet object.

"Tsk..."

Sun Wen shook his head regretfully: "But then again, the other old students have gone to do the task, and a few of us are like salted fish, which is a little embarrassing." ”

The entire Ink Academy seemed very empty.

Even the students of those special training classes didn't stay too much in the Ink Academy, constantly running around outside, earning credits, changing demon plants, demon crystals, and doing tasks again, and the cycle repeatedly.

There were just a few of them, squatting on the side of the road like fools watching the bustle and doing nothing.

"Heh..."

"That's all there is to the task of the academy, and there are so many people in the special training class, how can you grab it?"

"Lao Tzu specially bought the task hanging, but I haven't grabbed it!"

"I don't know where those guys bought their hangings, they are even better than mine!"

Zhao Zicheng was full of helplessness, with a look of resentment in his tone, clenched his fists, and finally expressed his disdain: "A group of shameless guys! ”