The atmosphere in the negotiation room was extremely awkward... or rather, even awkward was an understatement.
The horse herd was divided into two distinct factions, one led by the Brilliant Angel and the Dead Star. As for the other side, due to the absence of Falke, Cataclysm was worried, the Pilgrim was uneasy, the Iron Scepter was silent, and Aether was still immersed in the joy of the big pie falling from the sky. Only Junfeng took on the responsibility of confrontation and glared at the opposite side fiercely.
After a while, Falke, followed by Yu Mengzhou, finally entered the door of the negotiation room. This was the first time in a long time that the horses had gathered together in one piece, but when they faced Yu Mengzhou, they would smile and their eyes would sparkle. The rest of the time, they would look tense as if they were facing a great enemy.
Yu Mengzhou patted Falke's horse's back, but the emperor of the Demon Realm just looked down at him, his eyes became dull again, and his expression was very confused.
Yu Mengzhou: “…”
"Okay! Then I'll do the talking." Yu Mengzhou jumped onto the long hollow conference table and sat down casually. "Everyone, please be more casual and stop standing."
The horses looked at each other, and unanimously chose to lie down in the same place, forming a circle in a well-behaved posture. Xieshe, as the only neutral party, was sandwiched at the junction, acting as a buffer zone, while Falke lay behind Yu Mengzhou, like a resolute mountain.
After a moment of silence, Yu Mengzhou said softly: "Actually, this is not quite the reunion I imagined."
After hearing his words, the men and horses fell silent. He looked around and sighed again: "Forget it, things have come to this point. It's boring for me to be a wise man after the event... It's just right. Let's deal with some things one by one."
Yu Mengzhou snapped his fingers and said, "First of all, I promised the Weaver that he would lend me magic power to speed up my transformation back into human form. I have to convince you to give him a piece of land in hell for his retirement..."
"No problem." Pilgrim immediately said, "I'll even give him my territory. He won't need it anyway."
"In that case, it doesn't matter if the palace is given to him. No one else will need it anyway." Song Ge criticized.
Seeing that another dispute was about to break out, Yu Mengzhou hurriedly said, "Okay! In this case, everyone has no objection to this matter, right?"
The horses fell silent again. Everyone just nodded. No one was willing to speak out in front of their long-time rivals and express the same stance as the other party.
… Just like a group of junior high school students who are angry with each other and are giving their best friends the cold shoulder, Yu Mengzhou thought.
"The second thing," he raised another finger, "you have all fought with the blood relatives on the other side, right?"
Ma Qun glanced at him secretly, and this time, the amplitude of his nod was much smaller.
"Very good," Yu Mengzhou said, "Now, tell me... No, don't look at me, look at the other side! It doesn't matter whose eyes you look into, you have to look into the other side's eyes! Then, tell me-"
He said word by word: "-I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry..."
The parrot was halfway through imitating when everyone realized what was happening and immediately stopped talking.
Jun Feng said in a panicked whisper: "We have been fighting each other to the death for such a long time, and just saying sorry won't have any effect..."