This has happened several times tonight.
When Zhu Ye and the others came to the lakeside and found that the owner of the cinnabar pill was Chen Changsheng, they had also sighed similarly.
Among the snow peaks, Zhu Ye's feet were cut off by the sound of the piano, and when he watched the starry sky waiting to die, he sighed faintly.
At this time, Chen Changsheng looked at the middle-aged scholar and couldn't help but sigh.
The gap between the two sides is too great, even if you exhaust your means, exhaust your wisdom, and even shed your blood, there is no way to reverse the current situation.
Of course you will be unwilling, but you are extremely helpless and helpless, all kinds of emotions are intertwined, and finally turned into a sigh.
Shocked, Chen Changsheng was puzzled. Everyone said that the abyss was endless, so why was he still alive and appeared in front of his eyes
Thinking about these things, he glanced at Hai Di without saying a word.
After hearing the clear sound of the zither, Haidi turned his head to look away, and then did not make any movements. His gaze was fixed on the direction where the zither sounded, which was where the middle-aged scholar was standing now.
This great figure of the demon clan is very stiff now, both physically and mentally, but Chen Changsheng is sure that he must know that he took a look.
This glance is an inquiry.
Shall we join forces
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The human race and the demon race have been fighting for many years, with heavy casualties and deep hatred on both sides, especially after the peace agreement between Emperor Taizong and the demon monarch was torn up thousands of years ago, unless there are some extreme circumstances, such as the old hatred of the Liang family who can't forget being beheaded, or for example In Zhou Dufu's past, the powerhouses of the two sides have never joined forces again. Shang Xingzhou secretly presided over the change of Tianshu Mausoleum, and he only maintained a tacit understanding of non-interference with the big shots in Xuelao City, and would never directly leverage on each other.
No one can afford a thousand years of infamy.
If Chen Changsheng wants to join forces with Haidi, he doesn't need to worry about this problem, because the identity of a middle-aged scholar will make the whole continent agree with him.
And this matter has certain feasibility, Haidi is very likely to agree to join forces with him.
More than two years ago, after the rebellion in Xuelaocheng, the demon king died, Nan Ke disappeared, countless royal ministers loyal to the old dynasty were beheaded, but Haidi survived, and her prestige was even better than before. Now she controls the demon army No matter how you look at it, he must be a member of the rebels.
If he wanted to survive tonight, he would definitely need to join forces with Chen Changsheng.
The temptation to kill Chen Changsheng, the pope of the human race, was indeed very strong, but killing that middle-aged scholar obviously surpassed everything in the world to Haidi.
Haidi didn't respond to Chen Changsheng's questioning gaze, but still looked at the middle-aged scholar with vigilance and fear, holding the broken monument tightly.
The dilapidated garden is very quiet, what this quiet means, in fact, everyone in the venue is very clear.
Nanke's eyes became more and more indifferent, and the color of the wings swaying slowly in the night wind became darker and darker, making them look more and more bewitching.
At this moment, the middle-aged scholar's voice sounded.
"I'm dying."
His voice is unusual.
Ordinary indifference, ordinary majesty, ordinary supremacy, nothing special.
But if one looked closely at his face, something very unusual would be noticed.
The face of the middle-aged scholar seemed to be forever shrouded in a layer of light night.
In the night, there are countless brocade characters with golden light floating slowly, and under the brocade characters are paintings full of landscapes, sometimes deserts, sometimes blue seas, as he raised his eyebrows and moved his lips, those blue seas were full of waves, The desert is rushing, and the scenery is extremely vivid, but it is extremely cold and lonely, because there is no one in all the scenery.
And when he uttered the four words "I'm going to die soon", that great world also became a lot darker, as if it would disappear in the next moment.
Therefore, Chen Changsheng knew that he was telling the truth.
He remembered that many years ago at the Patriarch's office, in that room full of plum blossoms of all kinds, he had heard similar words from Mei Lisha.
More than two years ago, he couldn't remember whether he was in the Li Palace or the Orthodox Education Academy, and he also heard this sentence from the Pope Master Uncle.
He thought for a while, and said to the middle-aged scholar: "As long as they live, they will die."
The middle-aged scholar said: "The fourth wonderful sentence of Daoyuan Fu."
Chen Changsheng didn't ask what the top three wonderful sentences were, because everyone would have their own understanding and perception after reading Dao Zang, and of course he wouldn't be surprised that the other party easily recognized that his words came from Dao Yuan Fu. Because the world knows that this person is very knowledgeable, and he is the greatest scholar in Houxue Old Town of Tunguska.
"But who would really be willing to die? For example, Tianhai, such as Yin, and those old people who were earlier, no matter how calm they were, how could they be willing to walk into the darkness obediently? I don't even Yes, so I crawled out of that horrible darkness and came here to meet you."
With the slow narration, the night on the middle-aged scholar's face became darker and darker, and it became more and more difficult to look directly at.
Listening to his tone of voice, Zhizhi vaguely guessed his identity, but he couldn't believe it, his voice trembled slightly.
"You... what do you want to do?"
"Your father said back then that you didn't like reading and had a silly temperament, and tonight it seems to be true."
The middle-aged scholar looked gentle and said to her like an elder: "Don't worry, for your father's sake, of course I won't make things difficult for you."
Through these words, Zhi Zhi confirmed his identity, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and subconsciously looked at Chen Changsheng, his eyes looked particularly bewildered and helpless.
Countless years ago, a great black frost dragon did not want to succeed the patriarch of the dragon clan, so he went to the mainland.
On the mainland, it met many equally great beings, and then died in Zhouyuan.
That is her father.
Among those great beings, only one was her father's friend, or in other words, her father only admired that one.
As time went by, Da Zhou had changed several emperors, Lishan Sword Sect had changed three heads, and Tang family had changed heads twice, only the one who would always sit at the highest place of the shrine. As a result, many ordinary people have a wrong perception, as if since ancient times, as if in heaven and earth, there is only one demon clan... the demon king.
Yes, the middle-aged scholar is the devil.
He is the most powerful and talented king in the history of Xuelao City, the majesty worshiped by the demons, and the most feared enemy of the human race.
If it weren't for the sudden appearance of countless geniuses in the human race at the beginning of his administration, the demon race would have already occupied the entire continent under his leadership.
But no matter Zhou Dufu, Chen Xuanba, Emperor Taizong, Wang Zhice a thousand years ago, or Tian Hai, Yin and Shang a thousand years later, there is no way to truly defeat him.
In the face of the strong human race that spewed like stars, he still led the demons to stand firm in the northern continent, just like the eternal night above Xuelaocheng.
From any point of view, he is the greatest demon king of the generation.
No matter since ancient times, it is still in the sky and on the earth.
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