Maybe Xin Yongfeng is indeed not smart enough in some places, but after all, he is also an old man who has lived for many years, and he has seen many landscapes.

That kind of emotional communication, he still understands, and understands it very well.

Of course, if you just talked to Yu Mo about what to do in the next three years, the future of the world...

He may have been really confused.

For a while, the deep mountain was silent, and only the old man who guarded the mountain was still sitting there, as if it had never changed as if it had never changed, just like many years ago.

He seemed to walk by, and it seemed... Always there.

……

Demon Suppression Pass.

Yu Sanshui looked exhausted, leaning on the city wall weakly, because of the corpse of the demon god that he had been carrying for a long time, his clothes, arms, and face were stained red with blood, and he sat there like a little red man.

The soldiers on the entire Demon Control Gate fell into a sea of joy, and they all looked at the corpse of the Red Dragon Demon God curiously, feeling the pure aura that inadvertently emanated from the wound.

Only Zhong Yushu always hid in the corner, looking at Yu Sanshui sneaky, with a thief light flashing in his eyes.

"Confucian Scholars!"

"In five seconds, I'll rush out."

"It's a shame that you block the sight of these soldiers for me, and it's a shame to be noticed by them."

Zhong Yushu whispered.

Although Confucius didn't understand what Zhong Yushu was going to do, after a fight with him, Confucius didn't look as honest as before, and nodded without a trace.

Subsequently, Zhong Yushu walked briskly, with a skinny body, wearing boxers, and rushed straight towards Yu Sanshui.

Confucius, on the other hand, wrote a word in mid-air at random, turning the neighborhood into a fog that made it impossible to see.

In the next second, Yu Sanshui's miserable voice sounded: ",, surnamed Zhong, what are you doing!! ”

"You're a pervert!"

"Stay away from me!"

Due to the reason of being too afraid, Yu Sanshui's voice became a little sharp, even when he was chased and killed by Zhu Yan Demon God, he had never made such a frightened sound.

"Hey, hey..."

"Senior, you are now lacking in energy in your body, and you can't resist!"

"Don't worry, I'll be as gentle as I can..."

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Yushu's voice sounded from the fog, with a wicked smile, it was easy for people to make up a beautiful picture by themselves.

In an instant, the entire town demon was closed, and everything was silent, even if a needle fell on the ground, it could be heard clearly.

The soldiers of the reserve were like zombies, twisting their necks stiffly, looking at the mist in unison, and they could vaguely see Zhong Yushu's thin figure like a demon, gradually approaching the pitiful Yu Sanshui in the corner.

Our faith, our honor, the god of war of the Terrans, he... What's wrong?

Confucius finally reacted, although his face was still expressionless, but he quietly took two steps back, avoiding everyone's sight, and waved his hand lightly again.

This time, even the sound was completely blocked.

And he was still muttering something in his mouth.

But this idea of covering up the ears and stealing the bell made up more stories in the hearts of these reservists!

If you give them a computer now, you can write millions of words about Zhong Yushu and the grievances and hatreds between Yu Sanshui in minutes!

"You..."

"What the hell are you going to do!"

As if he had been insulted, Yu Sanshui kept shrinking into the corner, holding his hands on his chest, and I felt pity.

Zhong Yushu's pace gradually slowed down, and there was a smile in his eyes when he looked at Yu Sanshui: "Senior, you see that the demon god blood on your body is almost dry..."

"Isn't that a waste!"

"A drop of demon god blood may be able to change a young man's future path."

"So..."

"Bear with me, senior, I'll help you scrape off this blood..."

"Including the clothes soaked!"

As he spoke, Zhong Yushu quickened his pace again, holding a small bottle in his hand, and squatted in front of Yu Sanshui, carefully scraping the viscous blood stained on his skin with a small piece of iron.

Yu Sanshui was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "You're so scared of me!" Anyway, it's so dirty, who can drink it? ”

“……”

"It's better to be dirty than to lose your life."

"When you are young, you will lay a good foundation, and you will go further in the future."

"Maybe such a bottle of demon god blood can create an eight senses, or even nine senses."

"Because it's dirty, you don't drink it?"

"Our reserve soldiers, sleeping in the pile of corpses, whoever snores, maybe something will go into their mouths."

"What's there to dislike."

Zhong Yushu looked indifferent, waved his hand, and said with a smile.

After Yu Sanshui was stunned for a moment, he began to become silent, and cooperated with Zhong Yushu, took off his shirt, and took the initiative to carefully wring out blood into the porcelain bottle, drop by drop.