Maybe Xin Yongfeng is not smart enough in some places, but after all, he is also Old Man who has lived for many years and has seen countless scenery.
He still understands that kind of emotional communication, and he understands it very well.
Of course, if what Yu Sheng and Yu Mo were talking about just now is what they will do in the next three years, what will happen to the world in the future...
Maybe he was really confused.
For a moment, Deep Mountain returned to silence, and only Mountain-Guarding Old Man was still sitting there, just like it had been many years ago, as if it had never changed.
He seems to have passed by, but also seems to be... always there.
Demon-Suppressing Pass.
Yu Sanshui looked exhausted, leaning limply against the city wall. Since he had carried Demon God's body for a long time, his clothes, arms, and face were stained red with blood. Sitting there, he looked like a Little Red man.
The soldiers on the entire Demon-Suppressing Pass fell into a wave of joy, looking at Red Dragon Demon God's body curiously, feeling the pure Spiritual Energy that was inadvertently emanating from the wounds.
Only Zhong Yushu was always hiding in the corner, looking at Yu Sanshui furtively, with a thief's light in his eyes.
"Confucian Scholar!"
"In five seconds, I'll rush out."
"Cover the sight of these soldiers for me. It's a bit embarrassing to be noticed by them."
Zhong Yushu whispered.
Although Confucian Scholar didn't understand what Zhong Yushu was going to do, after fighting with him, Confucian Scholar didn't look as honest as before and nodded without any trace.
Then, Zhong Yushu walked vigorously, with a skinny body, wearing boxer briefs, and rushed straight towards Yu Sanshui.
Confucian Scholar, on the other hand, randomly wrote a certain text in mid-air, turning the nearby text into Mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
The next second, Yu Sanshui's miserable voice sounded, "Fuck, shit, Zhong, what are you doing!!!"
"You are such a pervert!"
"Stay away from me!"
Due to excessive fear, Yu Sanshui's voice became a little sharp. Even when he was being chased by Zhu Yan Demon God, he had never made such a frightening sound.
"Hey hey..."
"Senior, you don't have enough energy in your body right now, so you can't resist!"
"Don't worry, I will be as gentle as possible..."
Immediately afterwards, the voice of Zhong Yushu sounded from Mist, with a wicked smile, making it easy for people to make up a beautiful Image on their own.
In an instant, the entire Demon-Suppressing Pass was completely silent, and even a pin dropping on the ground could be heard clearly.
The soldiers of Reserve Corps were like zombies, stiffly twisting their necks and looking at Mist. You could vaguely see the thin figure of Zhong Yushu gradually moving closer to Pitiful and Charming and Yu Sanshui in the corner like Demon.
Our faith, our honor, Human Race's War God, what happened to him...?
Confucian Scholar finally reacted. Although his face was still expressionless, he quietly took two steps back, avoiding everyone's sight, and waved gently again.
This time, even the sound was finally completely blocked.
And he was still mumbling something.
But these deceptive thoughts made these Reserve Corps think of more stories in their minds!
If they were given a computer now, they could write millions of words about the grievances and hatreds between Zhong Yushu and Yu Sanshui in just a few minutes!
"You..."
"What on earth are you going to do!"
Yu Sanshui seemed to be insulted, and kept shrinking into the corner, folding his arms, which made me feel pity for him.
Zhong Yushu's pace gradually slowed down, and there was a smile in his eyes when he looked at Yu Sanshui: "Senior, look at the Demon God blood on your body, it's almost dry..."
"Isn't this a waste?"
"A drop of Demon God blood may be able to change a young man's future path."
"So..."
"Senior, please be patient and let me help you scrape off the blood..."
"Including soaked clothes!"
As he spoke, Zhong Yushu quickened his pace again, holding a small Bottle in his hand. He squatted in front of Yu Sanshui and carefully scraped the sticky blood on his skin with a small piece of iron.
Yu Sanshui was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, "You scared me to death! It's so dirty, who can drink it?"
"..."
"Being dirty is better than losing your life."
"If you lay a good foundation when you are young, you will go further in the future."
"It's impossible to say that a bottle of Demon God's blood can create a Eighth Awakening, or even Ninth Awakening."
"You won't drink it because it's dirty?"
"Our Reserve Corps soldiers are sleeping among the corpses. Whoever snores might get something in his mouth."
"There is nothing to dislike."
Zhong Yushu looked indifferent, waved his hand, and said with a smile.
After being stunned for a moment, Yu Sanshui became silent, and cooperated with Zhong Yushu, taking off his shirt, and took the initiative to carefully squeeze out the blood drop by drop into Porcelain Bottle.