Meng Hui didn't have time to take care of this either. He sat down on the chair with a knife on the back of the chair next to Zhang Xiao.
"I personally disagree with this war at all. But the Tob Empire and the Singa Empire have long been grudges, you know, after all, the Singa Empire is a demon from the devil world, and the Singa Empire was founded in the beginning. To seize the land of the Tob Empire, and the two countries are next to each other, naturally, friction is unavoidable. This time the little princess's disappearance is just an excuse. The Tob Empire, which has already been prepared for a long time, went to war for this reason. When he came out, the Emperor of the Empire The requirements for me are not very high. He also understands that it is impossible to eat the Singa Empire in one go. He just wants the Singa Empire to compensate a part of the land. That's why I besieged the city of Candola without attacking, just wait The Singa Empire sent people to negotiate. Unexpectedly, it was you, the Demon Cultivator, who was waiting for you, an out-and-out killer god. Your gift is really big enough, so big that no one can afford it. Not to mention this army of 100,000 magic armors, even the entire Tob Empire can’t compete with you!” Meng Hui’s tone was a little helpless. He appeared in the Tob Empire after he crossed, and he grew up there for so many years. It took countless thoughts to climb up to the position of the Imperial Marshal, and later married a princess. It was impossible to say that he had no affection for the Tob Empire. Even for his wife as the imperial princess, he still has a little responsibility to the Tob Empire.
Zhang Xiao understands Meng Hui's difficulties very well. He already admires how an ordinary person on earth can do this in a completely unfamiliar environment. At least Zhang Xiao thinks that if he is not a demon cultivator, he will not be able to live here as beautiful as the man in front of him if he is not good at it.
"I really admire you. If it were me, if it weren't for the magic cultivation method, I might have died long ago." Zhang Xiao said in a very sincere tone.
"Haha! Where, where!" Meng Hui smiled slightly: "I only like to read some books on art of war when I was on the earth. If it weren't for the position of the marshal of the empire, speaking of it, I still miss the days before, when I was an ordinary person, commuted to get off work regularly every day, and went home to enjoy the happiness of family. It was ordinary and plain. It is like now, when I am in my 60s, I have to fight on the battlefield. Maybe I will die someday. I don't even know."
I am afraid that once you go back, you will miss the present days again. Looking at the nostalgic face of the other party, Zhang Xiao thought silently in his heart.
This is how people are, and they won’t cherish what they have already gained. On the contrary, they sigh and miss the things that have been lost infinitely.
"Aren't you very good now? At least you are an imperial marshal who is admired by thousands of people. You don't need to be oppressed like you used to be on the earth, and toil for life. With a wave of your hand, countless warriors will shed their blood for you. Isn't it the dream of most men?" Zhang Xiao felt that this man was a little unsatisfied.
"Hey! Originally I thought I had become such a big official, it was time to enjoy the blessing. But now I know that as the saying goes, you are like a tiger. Let’s talk about it this time. Such a favorable situation is disturbed by yours. How can I go back? What's more, no matter how good this place is, the home on the other side of the earth is my real home!" Meng Hui sighed, still complaining to his own I never forget my family.
Zhang Xiao also knew that if he hadn't come this time, according to the development of the times, even if the Singa Empire, which was not prepared, could hold the position behind, it would not be immune to cedes the land for compensation. Now that he was born out of nothing, the dream of the Tob Empire was completely ruined.
When things reached this point, Meng Hui really didn't know how to deal with each other when he returned. It is conceivable that he will be a lot sadder in the days to come. Regardless of the fact that the two sides stand in different camps, the other side is also his own clan, and now Zhang Xiao doesn't know what to say to comfort the other side. He can only sit silently without saying a word.
"Forget it, what did I say about this. You must have been in the Singa Empire when you crossed over? I can understand what you are doing now. If you change to me, I will do the same. How can I go back? This is me I want to come to the imperial emperor to be loyal to him for so long, and he has the identity of a concierge. He can’t embarrass me too much. I won’t do this imperial marshal. If I were on earth, I would have retired at my age. It’s a blessing, and I just take this opportunity to find a place to take care of it." Meng Hui’s face turned from cloudy to clear in a blink of an eye. After all, he had more experience than Zhang Xiao, and he soon looked away.
"Little things, come here!" Zhang Xiao greeted the small ribs. When Zhang Xiao and Meng Hui were talking, this little thing sat motionless like a sitting old monk. It looked like a commander-in-chief general who was listening to the opinions of his subordinates. Hearing Zhang Xiao calling it, the small ribs stood up with a scream, a skeleton paw supported on the table in front of him, and an somersault fell in front of Zhang Xiao.
The movement of the little thing was very clean and neat, but the general helmet it was wearing was thrown straight out and flew out of the tent door. Only a bang, followed by a scream, and then the sound of the body falling to the ground, it was obvious that this helmet hit the head of some unlucky soldier, and actually knocked him over.
Several guards with unsheathed weapons squeezed in at the door of the tent. They all looked nervously and inexplicably at Zhang Xiao and his marshal who were still sitting in their chairs. They couldn't figure out the situation for a while.
"Get out! Who told you to come in? All out!" Meng Hui stood up and shouted at the guards, the small ribs in the marshal's armor stood in front of him and pointed at the tent door with his skull and right hand. It was as if it was scolding these guards.
After all the guards had withdrawn from the camp, Meng Hui sat back on the chair, looked at the small ribs and laughed: "You skeleton is very interesting. Are you not a demon cultivator? Can you really interact with a necromancer? The same as refining skeletons?"
"You may know that cultivators will have demons?" Zhang Xiao asked with a smile.
"I've heard a little about this too, as if there is such a thing." Meng Hui replied with some doubts.
"It's my demon!" Zhang Xiao said slowly while looking at the small ribs: "It's just that my demon was excreted from my body, and then it was attached to a skeleton, and it became the present so."
"Oh? I heard that the cultivator's demons should be eliminated?"
Hearing this, the small ribs became dissatisfied, and saw its small black skeleton spin, and the big guillotine in his hand instantly rested on Meng Hui's neck. Meng Hui was startled, his head leaned back, and the single-handed stick on the back of the chair almost cut off his ears, and he almost turned over from the chair.