Listening to Yu Sheng's nonsense, Yuan Zhong shouted desperately, "No, this represents my dignity!"
"Even if this dignity is just a wig!"
"If you break my wings, I will destroy your paradise!"
"I want to have a funeral..."
Before he could say anything, he heard a crisp sound.
Strands of blue-green hair fell in the wind, covering the egg.
"Are you going to bury your love..."
Yu Sheng asked curiously.
"I won't bury my love anymore..."
"I won't bury my love anymore..."
Yuan Zhong murmured, not daring to put the egg down yet. He looked very pitiful, especially his face was beaten by Su Mo... very miserable.
Looking from a distance, this look will almost make people cry.
Not so pitiful!
For a long time...
Yu Sheng looked at Yuan Zhong and saw that the eggs had gradually stopped producing Gray Aura, so he took the eggs back.
And Yuan Zhong immediately pulled the wig off his head.
Without Shamate's hairstyle, with ordinary black medium and short hair, Yuan Zhong looks much more energetic, and her appearance has doubled.
Of course, this is without looking at his bruised nose and face.
Yuan Zhong kept his head down, as if he wanted to hide himself. He opened his little Backpack and flipped through it. He quickly pulled out a white Shamate hair and put it on...
Perfect fit.
Still smooth.
The moment he put on the wig, Yuan Zhong became confident again, and the expression on his face returned to coldness.
And there's also a bit of a fierce atmosphere.
It's like...
His own personality is completely designed to cater to the wig.
It wasn't until his eyes caught sight of Yu Sheng that he shuddered subconsciously and took two steps back. After realizing that Yu Sheng had no intention of taking action again, he accelerated his pace as much as possible while maintaining his aloof persona, and gradually walked away.
Su Mo, the most I can do is beat myself up, there is no fear at all.
But Yu Sheng...
Squatting on horseback, baking eggs, and cutting hair.
Each one was like torture, imprinted in his heart, and even cast a shadow.
"Next time..."
"What reason are you looking for to cut it?"
Recalling the turbulent Gray Aura on Yuan Zhong just now, Yu Sheng was thoughtful and became excited again.
This Freshmen...
OK!
With satisfaction, Yu Sheng hugged the egg, returned to his own Dormitory, put it on the bedside, poured some energy into it, and then practiced again.
Constantly compressing the energy of the first three Awakening Object, making it more pure.
Thanks to Yu Sheng's continuous refinement in recent days, his energy texture has improved by leaps and bounds compared to before.
"Old Ghost, you are two days late!"
Zhong Yushu stood on the city wall of Ghost Gate, as if he had melted himself into the shadows.
This Ghost Gate, which has been gloomy all year round without seeing the sun, has gained a little more vitality after two months of transformation by Zhong Yushu.
But...
It is estimated that it will return to its original state within half a month at most.
"Purge Dark Pavilion."
Old Ghost's words are still brief and powerful.
In this gloomy environment, the hoarse voice seemed to blend in perfectly.
"Tsk tsk..."
"But to be honest, Dark Pavilion's efficiency recently has been really poor."
"The Dark Pavilion back then was so shocking."
"Okay, you get busy first."
"In another month, those guys from Demon Domain will probably attack again!"
"I also want to take a look at my Reserve Corps."
As he spoke, in just three or two steps, Zhong Yushu was floating in the air, with a line of Blood Dragon surrounding it, showing no anger or authority.
"You really... can Ninth Awakening?"
Old Ghost takes the initiative to ask questions for the first time.
Zhong Yushu chuckled, "Who can say for sure about this kind of thing?"
"Severely injured once, reshaped again."
"There's Divine Beast Demon Core again."
"My world has gradually become stable."
"You will only know if you can take the next step if you try."
With a wanton smile, Zhong Yushu turned around and disappeared in mid-air in an instant.
Old Ghost is standing alone on Top of the Wall, with his face hidden in the hat, making his expression unclear.
The faces of the surrounding soldiers who were responsible for guarding Ghost Gate were generally a little pale and gloomy, with almost no expression on their faces.
More like...
A bunch of lonely ghosts.
Under the influence of Ghost Gate and various Marsh Gas, Yin Aura, even normal people will generally become weak.
Over time, he was left with diseases and eventually died in pain.
Therefore, among those who have defended Ghost Gate, few Old Man will survive.
Even though he is alive, he still suffers from all kinds of torture every day, making him miserable.
"Relax."
"After half a month, try again Pass Ascension."
"Scout ready."
"Weapon replenishment."
Old Ghost stood on the city wall and issued orders one after another, and the voices continued to echo around.
The soldiers remained silent throughout the whole process, stood up slowly, and hardly communicated with each other, but they started their work in tacit understanding.
"Elder Sun, I think it's time to start."
Yu Mo looked at Sun Yingxiong and said softly.
Sun Yingxiong glanced at his watch and smiled, "Don't worry about it for a moment. Besides, in this kind of situation, the effect of me going out to talk is not as good as that old thing."
"It's probably coming soon."
While speaking, Sun Yingxiong was startled for a moment. "Look, the person is back."
"Let's go out."
Sun Yingxiong stood up, opened Office's door and walked out.
Come to the rooftop of the Ink Pavilion.
At this time, a camera was set up on the rooftop, and several staff members were waiting quietly.
After seeing Sun Yingxiong, he cheered up and came over.
In the corner of the rooftop, there are monitors. You can see on the screen that Reserve Corps of team First Team are scattered around Human Race, forming a square array, quietly waiting for something.
"Elder Sun, the live broadcast is now available."
"You can just speak directly."
A staff member handed over a microphone and a copy of the speech.
Sun Yingxiong just glanced at it, then looked at the staff member, and chuckled, "When have I ever used such a thing?"
"Frontline officers, when they speak, they shout."
When Sun Yingxiong speaks, his voice is not loud, but every word is very clear and can be heard accurately by everyone.
The soldiers lined up on the screen stood up straight after hearing Sun Yingxiong's words.
His expression was solemn.
"I won't say anything unnecessary."
"Those fake and empty things are meaningless. I only have one wish, and that is for you... to come back alive as much as possible."
"Old Zhong should be arriving soon, let him speak."
As he spoke, Sun Yingxiong straightened his body, clenched his fist with his right hand, hammered his chest, and saluted.
Move backwards synchronously.
With the sound of Dragon's Roar, the figure of Zhong Yushu appeared on the horizon.
The next moment, I am standing on this rooftop.
At this time, Zhong Yushu was not as cheerful as before. His expression was extremely serious and his eyes were cold. Looking at the live broadcast, it seemed that he could see the person named Reserve Corps through the camera.
The momentum, at this moment, completely reached its peak.
(Tonight at 8 o'clock, I will live broadcast on Douy. You can search Tomato Writer's Assistant. Well... my face will show up. You can look at my face and scold me. It should be quite fun.)