"They are running around with their heads in their hands, hiding in their nests, and they don't dare to come out!"

"They're scared to death!"

"Die at the hands of the rest of your life!!"

Yuan Qingshan said loudly: "Even if it is a demon king, it is lost in the hands of Yu Sheng, and at that time, Yu Sheng is only six senses." ”

"But now, he has seven awakenings, or in other words, in the future, he, eight awakenings, and even nine awakenings, will become a nightmare for the entire demon domain, even now, the lord of the demon domain is eager to kill him as soon as possible."

"Because of this, we have to let the rest of our lives stand on the table and tell the Demon Domain, I, the human race, have no fear!"

"In the future, we will be led by the rest of our lives to a higher and farther position."

"Until one day, let the heavenly dome stream become the city of my human race!"

Yuan Qingshan's voice continued to echo, and his smile slowly converged and became serious.

"I'm old, but the Terrans are still young, and the rest of my life is still young!"

"Next, this burden will be handed over to him."

"For the rest of my life..."

"Come on."

Yuan Qingshan turned sideways, looked at Yu Sheng, who had always stood calmly in the distance, and spoke.

Yu Sheng raised his head slightly, looked at Yuan Qingshan, and then silently walked forward, walked up to the high platform, and stood by Yuan Qingshan's side.

"Starting today..."

"For the rest of my life..."

"For the Lord of the Ink Pavilion!"

At this moment, Yuan Qingshan seemed to be a little emotional, said softly, and then slowly took two steps back, kept a little distance from Yu Sheng, and gave up the center of this high platform, and finally, clenched his fists and beat his chest: "Terran, Yuan Qingshan, I have seen Yu Lao!" ”

"Terran, Qi Changshan, I've seen Yu Lao!"

"Terran..."

Voices rang out in this venue, and the voices were resolute and spreading.

At this moment, Yu Sheng's eyes flashed a little dazed, but he quickly regained his composure, he looked into the microphone, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but after a pause, he closed silently.

In a pair of eyes, Yu Sheng pondered for a moment, and finally followed Yuan Qingshan's example, raised his head, clenched his fists, and knocked on his chest.

Silence is better than sound.

The handover ceremony was completely completed at this moment.

For the rest of his life, he was the lord of the Ink Pavilion.

"He speaks better than me..."

"I don't want to be paralyzed..."

Faced with this kind of scene, Qi Changshan was still expressionless, said with some emotion, shook his head slightly, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd.

Yu Mo hid in a corner where the camera couldn't shine, looked at this scene with a smile, pushed the wheelchair away, and didn't attract anyone's attention, leaving only a soft word, which dissipated in mid-air.

"At this moment, in my heart... No more burdens. ”

"Old White Ape, are you ready to start a game with me?"

"Gambling on life and death..."

Everything dissipates with the wind.

Yu Sheng looked at the eager-eyed reporters below and fell silent.

"Elder Yu, will you make any policy changes after you take office?"

A reporter stood up suddenly, looked at Yu Sheng, and asked excitedly.

"Hmm..."

Yu Sheng nodded slightly.

"You mean, the policy will change?"

Hearing Yu Sheng's response, the reporters were stunned for a moment, and another reporter got up and asked again.

This time the rest of my life was a little longer.

"Hmm... Well. ”

Yu Sheng nodded again.

Seeing the rest of his life's reaction, these reporters were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and for a while they didn't follow the rest of their lives.

"So can you tell us about the specific direction of reform?"

The third reporter stood up bravely.

"Can't..."

Yu Sheng shook his head slightly.

Three questions, add up to five words.

If you say 'um', that's a response.

In the face of people who don't play according to the routine for the rest of their lives, these reporters have headaches.

This kind of person is the last thing journalists want to meet, they prefer those who talk and brag.

If they accidentally say something wrong, they can use it to make a tirade and attract people's attention.

"Do you have any other actions besides policy?"

The fourth reporter gritted his teeth and jerked to his feet.

"Hmm."

Yu Sheng nodded again.

“……”

In the end, this originally burning news conference ended with such an absurd ending, leaving only a group of people looking at each other.

"I feel like we're going to do it next... It's hard. ”

"Yes, with such a pavilion master, it will be difficult to do the interview work in the future."

"Let's wait for the next pavilion master..."

"Hehe, are you waiting for the next pavilion master? I think it's the next journalist. ”

"He's only 24, and he can kill us all..."

“……”

Faced with this desperate outcome, the journalists were completely dead and ready to go back to learn how to deal with facial paralysis.

And the rest of his life was also supported by several Moge staff, and gradually disappeared.

This long-prepared handover ceremony, aside from the interview session, can be regarded as a successful conclusion.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, I don't know how many reporters scratched their heads and fell into deep thought in the face of empty computer documents.

It's not the same thing as entertainment news.

Entertainment news can be compiled.

This thing...

Don't dare to make it up!