Tang Thirty-six's tone of voice has always been the most hateful existence in the world, even when he doesn't swear, no one likes it.
But Chen Changsheng likes it because Tang Thirty-Six is his best friend, and because this guy will always show up when he needs help the most, and this guy knows his true thoughts better than him. When it comes to how to choose, it is always right to listen to this guy.
Of course, Tang Sanshiliu's words did not make any sense, but for some reason, they had an inexplicable persuasive force.
"How did you come here?"
Chen Changsheng was very worried about Tang Thirty-Six's health.
Looking at Tang Thirty-Six's face, that strange high fever should have subsided, but his body should be very weak, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting in a wheelchair.
Tang Thirty-Six said: "How could such an important historical moment be without me."
Old Mrs. Tang looked at him with a frosty face, ready to reprimand him.
"Don't force me to expose my family's ugliness."
After saying this, Tang Thirty-Six coughed.
Ye Xiaolian quickly patted his back.
Tang Thirty-Six waved his hand, took out a clean white handkerchief from his sleeve and covered his mouth, his brows were slightly frowned, as if in some pain.
No matter whether it was Mrs. Tang or Chen Changsheng, they couldn't see whether the demeanor of hurting the literati was true or not, so naturally it was not easy to ask further questions.
Xu Yourong glanced at Ye Xiaolian, and Ye Xiaolian lowered her head in shame, she knew that the two of them didn't go to Hanshan at all, and turned back halfway.
Tang Thirty-Six ignored these, and said to the Demon Lord, "I forgot to introduce myself."
The Demon Lord said, "I know you."
Tang Thirty-Six said: "Yes, you were really rude to me in Baidi City back then. I didn't expect that I would be exposed to your tricks ten years later, right?"
The Demon Lord said calmly: "You are indeed the best in the world in terms of your ability to talk to yourself."
Tang Thirty-Six said: "It seems that you really don't know who I am."
The Demon Lord sneered slightly and said, "Do you think you can become Su Li like this?"
Tang Thirty-Six said seriously: "Please allow me to introduce myself, I am your pen pal."
Mo Jun was slightly startled and said, "Pen pal?"
Tang Thirty-Six said: "Yes, I have read all your letters, Your Majesty, and I wrote the first four letters to you."
The Demon Lord looked at Chen Changsheng and said very seriously: "This is a bit too much."
Chen Changsheng explained earnestly: "I'm not good at dealing with people, and we didn't know each other well at first, so I was afraid that the writing would be too embarrassing."
The Demon Lord recalled the contents of those letters, and said with emotion: "I thought you had introduced me as your bosom friend from the very beginning."
"Your Majesty, I still regard you as a confidant, and I am still willing to become best friends with you."
Tang Thirty-Six said to the Demon Lord: "So dear...give me that thing in your hand."
The Demon Lord looked at him quietly, and suddenly asked: "Where does your self-confidence come from?"
Tang Thirty-Six said: "I don't know, but even my grandpa doesn't want to play cards with me."
The Demon Lord said: "Old Master Tang is not willing to end the game, I think your poker skills are quite good."
"My card skills are actually mediocre, far behind grandpa and saintess, but I have one trick that can win the world."
Tang Thirty-Six said seriously: "I'm the best at flipping the poker table. If the poker table won't move, then I'll bet on my fortune."
"The Tang family is the richest man in the human race. If you bet on your wealth, you will win every bet."
The Demon Lord laughed slightly and said: "But if you want to bet on your wealth with me, I'm afraid you won't have as many bargaining chips as I do."
This is true, no matter how rich and profound the Tang family is, how can it be compared with the master of the Demon Realm
Tang Thirty-Six said seriously: "That's not necessarily the case."
A voice suddenly sounded in the arena: "I'll follow."
The person who spoke was Xu Yourong, with a very calm expression.
Wang Po also escorted Huai Yuan up.
More and more people followed.
Chen Changsheng and Mrs. Tang did not speak, and everyone knew what they would do.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Tang Thirty-Six stared into Mo Jun's eyes with an unprecedented seriousness.
This gamble is not about the Tang family, nor the Li Palace, but the entire human race.
The Demon Lord was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "Does the condition in the letter still count?"
Chen Changsheng said, "Of course."
Tang Thirty-Six said: "I will give you the biggest discount, and it will be counted according to the eleventh letter."
"good."
The Demon Lord threw the stone pestle at Tang Sanshiliu.
Tang Thirty-Six stretched out his right hand to catch the stone pestle, looked at it twice, and threw it to Mrs. Tang.
Such an important artifact, something that can change the fate of the world, is like a worthless thing in their hands.
Including Chen Changsheng, no one was surprised by Tang Thirty-Six's performance.
No matter how precious things were, he never took them seriously. Many years ago in Baidi City, when he threw the scepter of the state religion to Chen Changsheng, he did so casually.
Only Ye Xiaolian, who was pushing the wheelchair, knew that was not the case.
She clearly saw that when Tang Thirty-Six caught the stone pestle, the clothes on his back were instantly soaked, obviously extremely nervous.
The Demon Lord looked at Tang Thirty-Six and asked, "Are you really not afraid?"
Tang Thirty-Six said confidently: "I'm not an idiot, how could I not be afraid!"
The Demon Monarch was puzzled and said, "Then why are you acting so calm and not seeing any flaws?"
"Probably because I grew up richer."
Tang Thirty-Six added: "No matter material or spiritual."
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In the last conversation that night, Shang Xingzhou once mentioned that the black robe might have other means, but Chen Changsheng didn't have to pay too much attention to it.
Now it seems that this matter should be the last resort of the black robe, but he did not expect that the Demon Lord's will to oppose would be so strong.
Regardless of whether the Star Killer can be used or not, it is now in the hands of Mrs. Tang, and I believe that even if the black robe appears, there is no way to snatch it.
But the altar is still there, which means that the threat has not been completely removed.
"Where is the altar?" Chen Changsheng asked.
The Demon King flicked his sleeves lightly, and the flames flowed, gradually revealing the scene hidden in it, the old city of Xue was looming.
Somewhere the color of the magic flame is darker, as if it were an unreal night, without any light remaining.
The altar is there.
Wang Po kept that position silently in his heart, turned around and left the magic palace.
"Where is the magic commander and the second magic general? Where is the black robe?"
Chen Changsheng looked at Mo Jun and said, "Since we have reached an agreement, why not let both parties shed less blood?"
The corner of Mojun's lips moved slightly, and he said with a self-deprecating smile: "Don't you realize that I'm already alone?"
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Lonely and widowed is the self-proclaimed title of the emperor of the human race, and it is not suitable to be used on the demon king.
Just like those black obelisks on the hillside, no matter their size or shape, they are actually not suitable for tombstones.
Thousands of black obelisks represent thousands of high-level demons who died on the battlefield.
The closer you are to the top of the mountain, the more honorable the status of the buried demon will be.
Of course, apart from the unlucky successor of the Pangguai family, the princes and nobles of Xuelao City rarely died on the battlefield.
There were cries and cries everywhere in the cemetery. It was the lady of the aristocrat crying for her dead son, her lover who had been cut into pieces.
There are also many nobles looking at the night sky with dusty faces and dull expressions.
They knew that the cemetery was set up as an altar by the military master, and the news from here was sent back to the Holy Light Continent, so why didn't the beam of light descend to pick them up
The human army has already entered Xuelao City, why is he still standing here
There were shouts and intensive hooves in the night, it should be that the human cavalry was cleaning up the resistance forces in the city.
Those princes and nobles were so numb that they didn't even show fear, as if they didn't hear those voices.
Wang Po stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the weeping women and nobles who looked like corpses, and remained silent.
His eyes moved in the cemetery, feeling the energy contained in those black obelisks, and confirmed that the Demon Lord was not lying, this place should be the altar.
But he still felt that there were some problems. This altar should not be enough to forcibly break open the space, let alone link two distant continents together.
Or is it like what the devil said, this altar needs to cooperate with the starry sky to fully play its role
When Wang Po was thinking about these questions, in a remote corner on the east side of the hillside, a stooped tomb-digger in worn-out clothes was about to leave.
The gravedigger just dug out a new grave, and put in a very ordinary corpse of a high-ranking demon.
The gravediggers in the cemetery, the corpses in the tomb, everything is so normal, but when it comes to the fact that Xuelao City has just been breached, it seems very abnormal.
A calm gaze fell on the gravedigger, watching him slowly walk towards the grassy slope.
When the figure of the gravedigger was about to disappear under the line where the grass slope and the night sky intersected, Wang Po's voice sounded.
"Again?"
The gravedigger stopped.
The night wind blew the tattered clothes, and it was not because of his rickets, he was already very short.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally turned around and said, "Okay."
His voice was still hoarse and ugly.
The patina on the helmet looked particularly eerie under the starlight.
The grassland in front of Nuorilang Peak was the first encounter, and the swamp in front of Xuelao City was the second encounter.
Tonight's cemetery is their meeting again, and it may be the last time they meet.
Mo Shuai pulled out the big knife from Night Breeze and walked towards Wang Po.
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