If you really speculate maliciously and analyze because of a certain sentence that you said for the rest of your life, the final result can only be that you can't die anymore, and you will never see the sun the next morning.

As for boldly refuting the Pavilion Master of the Ink Pavilion and forcing him to elaborate...

Welcome to the City of Sin.

Like these painful journalists, on this night, the rest of my life did not rest, but sat in my office, looking at the documents on the desktop, slightly distracted.

He silently took out a blank piece of paper, as if he was remembering something, and kept recording on that blank paper.

Ultimately...

"Moge Criminal Law, Improve..."

"According to the loopholes in the criminal law that I have summarized over the years, the third, fifth, and twelfth third sub-clauses of the third can all be repeatedly claimed for bonuses."

"Article 16, Article 8, Article 30, Article 1, if the chain of evidence is incomplete, after the killing, there is an opportunity to avoid punishment, or to reduce the punishment..."

For the rest of his life, he stopped writing and writing, and finally recorded all the loopholes in the criminal law that he had painstakingly studied over the years.

It wasn't until the early morning, when the sun rose, that I watched myself write down these dense contents, and then slowly got up, pushed open the office door, found the secretary who had just gone to work, and handed over the paper.

The secretary subconsciously glanced at the contents of the paper and froze in place.

When he looked at Yu Sheng again, his eyes were full of shock.

This man...

Is it really the master of the Ink Pavilion, not a murderer who wanders on the edge of the law?

What serious person would be idle, study these things every day, and pick out the details to such an outrageous extent!

Unreasonable, completely unreasonable!

Even at this moment, he suddenly wanted to ask Yu Sheng: "How many people have you done over the years..."

But in the end, reason prevailed over curiosity, and he silently put away the compendium of criminal law, and turned to leave.

In the days that followed, the rest of his life was more about adapting to the identity of the Lord of the Ink Pavilion.

It's just that he still doesn't like to trouble others, so his exclusive secretary has nothing to do all day, worried about firing him directly one day.

In order to keep his job, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay by his side for the rest of his life every day to brush up on his presence.

As soon as Yu Sheng raised his hand, he went to fetch water.

When Yu Sheng got up, he handed over his coat.

But every time Yu Sheng's brows were frowning very deeply, as if he was troubled by this, until one day, Yu Sheng suddenly disappeared into his chair out of thin air, and the next second he stood at the door, pushed the door and left.

"Instantly... Teleport..."

"In order not to let me serve, the awakening technique has been used..."

"I'm just going to make him hate it."

The secretary stood in place, looking at the empty room, crying without tears.

As for the person who caused this series of events, he didn't feel anything about it at all, but was constantly busy with what he should do.

The only difference may be that at any time, he has a string of demon king-level demon crystals hanging around his neck, absorbing the energy in it.

And during this time, the demon domain did not send any more words to the human race.

Except for that limerick poem.

I have to say that this kind of simple and brainless, even a little stupid poem, is easier to remember.

The leader of the light group loves to release birds, and he is even more quietly popular.

For a while, when everyone talked about the leader of the light group, in addition to the subconscious fear, there was also a little more absurdity, and I always felt a little weird, and I couldn't say what was wrong.

As a result, Yu Mo's authority dropped a little for a while.

The most obvious thing is...

They dared to openly ridicule Yu Mo on the Internet.

The final result was that the light group started the live broadcast, dragged a bunch of young people, and stood in a neat row.

Yu Mo smiled and sat in a wheelchair.

Immediately after, the members of the light group carried wooden sticks in their hands and drew them one by one.

It's just a spanking, it hurts, and it's not serious.

The screams continued.

Just watching the live broadcast, you will feel a little pain in your butt.

After a long time, the live stream was turned off.

There are a lot fewer voices talking about Yu Mo on the Internet.

But there are still many people who are not afraid of death, and they continue to ridicule.

In their words: "Scolding Yumo, at best, is a spanking, afraid of hair!" Yu Mo loves to walk birds!! ”

Two days later, the live stream started again.

This time, the wooden sticks in the hands of the members of the light group were replaced with knives.

Several young men fell in pools of blood, causing the teasing voices to disappear completely, never to be seen again.

And just after the live broadcast ended, the corpses just got up from the pool of blood and staggered away.

But on the Internet, those happy netizens once again recalled the horror of Yu Mo.

"Old white ape, you can really play."

"I don't want to wash my name, but I also want to reduce my sense of oppression within the human race."

"Hehe..."

"I don't know if your debt collection is going well?"

"Finance, it's not so fun, if you accidentally play it and crash, the economy collapses, so in order to stabilize the demon domain, how many demon beasts have to be killed, how many demon crystals have to be taken, and then you can remedy it."

"How can I give you a big game?"

Yu Mo was talking to himself, a little distracted.

And in the second month of serving as the master of the Ink Pavilion for the rest of his life, a message suddenly appeared in the 'bigger and stronger' group.

"Next weekend, I'm getting married! Come on!! ”