There was no response in the room to Yu Sanshui's 'kind reminder'.
And Yu Sanshui didn't care about this. He just smiled and shook his head. With a comfortable and lazy look on his face, he slowly walked out of the store, carrying a Small Folding Stool, sitting at the door of the store, looking at the endless stream of passers-by, and occasionally saying hello.
"Hey, Old Qi! Why didn't you go out today!"
"Old Li, your wife caught you last night when you went out to wash your feet. Look at your face, it's bloody!"
"Sister Sun, you said that you have been single for so many years and have never thought about finding another one?"
"Tsk tsk... Whose child is this? So cute? Huh? From your sister's family? How old is your sister?"
Yu Sanshui's eyes lit up and he spoke subconsciously. It wasn't until the man looked at Yu Sanshui that his eyes were filled with defensiveness, then Yu Sanshui touched his nose and wandered to the sky again, basking in the sun, feeling an indescribable sense of enjoyment.
Compared with other "bitter" Ninth Awakening, Yu Sanshui always looks more comfortable, pleasant and enviable.
Small town, sunset, beautiful women, common people...
Perhaps, this is also what Human Race will look like in the future among the many Ninth Awakening Ideal.
"Yu Mo..."
"It's been so quiet recently, there's no news at all."
"Is there something big brewing?"
"Otherwise, if you call me daddy so many times and don't take advantage of me, wouldn't it be a big loss?"
"I don't know if Yu Sheng or Divine Ruins found anything."
"These days, I am getting more and more hopeful."
Yu Sanshui had no intention of worrying about his son's life or death. Instead, he slowly took out a few newspapers and read them.
As for mobile phones...
He smashed it together with Black Robe.
What they want is to be tied up, what they want is companionship, no one can contact the outside world, they will die together!
"Nine days to go."
"Are you sure it's suitable for Yu Sheng's personality to sit in Ink Pavilion Head's position?"
Ink Pavilion Headquarters.
Yuan Qingshan frowned slightly, still maintaining a doubtful attitude towards this.
Yu Mo smiled and shook his head, "Maybe Yu Sheng is taciturn and sometimes has a weird brain circuit, but at least there is something..."
"What he promised will be done very hard and seriously. No matter what the process is, the result will be consistent with his original idea. Until now, two seniors, please recall what Yu Sheng has done in the past few years..."
"Has he ever messed up anything?"
"Don't talk about anything else, just Ten Thousand Poisons Fruit. No matter how many elites we send there, how high can the success rate be?"
"But Yu Sheng did it on time and on time without any accidents."
Yu Mo spoke softly.
Yuan Qingshan, Qi Changshan sat opposite him, thoughtfully, and nodded gently.
Indeed, as Yu Mo said, although the things Yu Sheng has done over the years may give them headaches and puzzle them, at least... they have never had to wipe their butts.
Even some troubles occurred, but they were solved by Yu Sheng himself.
Unless they are stakeholders, Yu Sheng never troubles others.
If...
If, as Yu Mo said, when Yu Sheng agreed to sit in Ink Pavilion Head's seat, he really followed his promise and took Human Race further, then being reticent does not seem to be a particularly serious problem.
"Having said that, in the next few years, Human Race will need a heroic figure to ignite the Flame in their hearts and support them in moving forward. Otherwise, under that kind of terrifying pressure, no matter how strong the soldiers are, they will gradually become desperate and numb."
"At that time, it will be the disaster of Human Race."
"Juniors put it more harshly, two seniors... can you really achieve that kind of heroic level?"
"Just like the ancestors of...Yu Yongyan."
Yu Mo's voice was calm, and he looked at the two people and spoke calmly.
Yuan Qingshan, Qi Changshan looked at each other, somewhat silent, and no one spoke.
Meeting Room fell into silence.
After a long time.
"You're right."
"In the coming years, the world will be dominated by the fourth Fifth Generation people, and it is time for us Old Codgers to gradually withdraw from the stage of history."
"And you..."
"He is the idol in the minds of those young people."
Yuan Qingshan felt a little emotional and smiled to himself.
Yu Mo shook his head slightly, with neither joy nor sadness on his face. "Their idol can be Yu Sheng, Sun Wen, Zhao Zicheng, Bai Haitang... but it will definitely not be me."
"I am just the motivation for them to move forward, the scourge they are trying to eradicate, nothing more."
"Since the two seniors have no objection to this, then Yu Mo... will leave first."
"In the future, Old White Ape will probably attack me frequently, and I will prepare a few chess pieces on this chessboard."
"It's more interesting when you come and go."
With that said, Yu Mo nodded slightly to the two Old Man, pushed Wheelchair, walked in the deserted corridor, and left quietly without attracting the attention of other Ink Pavilion staff.
Yuan Qingshan and Qi Changshan continued to sit in Meeting Room, looking at each other.