Tang Thirty-six's tone of speech has always been the most hateful existence in the world, even when he doesn't swear, no one likes it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Chen Changsheng likes it, because Tang Thirty-six is his best friend, and because this guy will always appear when he needs help the most, and this guy knows his true thoughts better than him, whenever he doesn't know how to choose, it's always right to listen to this guy.

Of course, Tang Thirty-six's words did not make any sense, but for some reason there was an inexplicable persuasiveness.

"Why are you here?"

Chen Changsheng was very worried about Tang Thirty-six's body.

Looking at Tang Thirty-six's face, that strange high fever should have subsided, but his body should be very weak, otherwise he would not be in a wheelchair.

Tang Thirty-six said: "At such an important historical moment, how can I be without my existence. ”

Old Lady Tang looked at him with a frosty face, ready to reprimand.

"Don't force me to expose my own ugliness. ”

After saying this, Tang Thirty-six coughed.

Ye Xiaolian hurriedly patted him on the back.

Tang Thirty-six waved his hand, took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and covered it over his mouth, his brows furrowed slightly, and he seemed to be in some pain.

Whether it is Mrs. Tang or Chen Changsheng, they can't tell whether this style of hurting the spring literati is true or false, so naturally it is not good to ask again.

Xu Yourong glanced at Ye Xiaolian, Ye Xiaolian lowered her head a little ashamedly, she knew that these two people 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 unkind to me in White Emperor 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 have the ability to talk to yourself, you are indeed the best in the world. ”

Tang Thirty-six said: "It seems that you really don't know who I am. ”

The Demon Lord sneered slightly, "Do you think you can become Su Li in this way?"

Tang Thirty-six Zhengse said: "Please allow me to introduce myself, I am your pen pal." ”

The Demon Lord was slightly stunned and said, "Pen pal?"

Tang Thirty-six said: "Yes, I have read all your letters, Your Majesty, and the first four letters sent to you were all written by me. ”

The Demon Lord looked at Chen Changsheng and said very seriously, "This is a bit excessive. ”

Chen Changsheng explained seriously: "I'm not good at dealing with people, and we didn't know each other well at first, so I was afraid that it would be too embarrassing to write. ”

The Demon Lord recalled the contents of those letters, and said with emotion: "I thought you had taken me as a confidant from the beginning. ”

"Your Majesty, I still regard you as a confidant, and I am still willing to be your best friend. ”

Tang Thirty-six said to the Demon Lord: "So I am close to the ...... Give me that thing in your hand. ”

The Demon Lord looked at him quietly and suddenly asked, "Where does your confidence come from?"

Tang Thirty-six said: "I don't know, but my grandfather doesn't want to play cards with me." ”

The Demon Lord said: "Old Lady Tang doesn't want to end the game, I want to come to your card skills quite well." ”

"My card skills are actually ordinary, far worse than my grandfather and the saint, but I have one move that can win all over the world. ”

Tang Thirty-six said seriously: "I'm the best at flipping the card table, if the table can't be lifted, then I'll bet on my net worth." ”

"The Tang family is the richest man in the human race, and if you gamble with others, you will naturally win every bet. ”

The Demon Lord sneered slightly: "But if you want to gamble with me, I'm afraid you don't have as many chips as me." ”

Indeed, no matter how rich the Tang family is and how profound the heritage is, how can it be compared to the Lord of the Demon Domain?

Tang Thirty-six said seriously: "That's not necessarily. ”

A voice suddenly sounded in the room: "I'm with you." ”

The person who spoke was Xu Yourong, and his expression was very calm.

Wang Po also escorted Huaiyuan up.

More and more people are following.

Chen Changsheng and Old Lady Tang didn't speak, everyone knew what they would do.

Tang Thirty-six sat in a wheelchair, staring at the Demon Lord's eyes, his expression unprecedentedly serious.

This gamble is not the Tang family, nor the palace, but the entire human race.

The Demon Lord was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "The conditions in the letter are still counting?"

Chen Changsheng said: "Of course. ”

Tang Thirty-six said: "I will give you the greatest discount, according to the eleventh letter." ”

"Good. ”

The Demon Lord threw the stone pestle in his hand at Tang Thirty-six.

Tang Thirty-six stretched out his right hand to catch the stone pestle, looked at it twice, and threw it to Old Lady Tang.

Such an important artifact, something that can change the fate of the world, is like a worthless thing in their hands.

No one, including Chen Changsheng, was surprised by Tang Thirty-six's performance.

No matter how precious things are, he has never taken them seriously, many years ago in the White Emperor City, when he threw the scepter of the State Religion to Chen Changsheng, he was also so casual.

Only Ye Xiaolian, who was pushing a wheelchair, knew that this was not the case.

She clearly saw that when Tang Thirty-six caught the stone pestle, the clothes behind her were instantly soaked, and she was 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 can I not be afraid!"

The Demon Lord was puzzled and said, "Then why are you so calm that you can't see any flaws?"

"Maybe it's because I've been relatively wealthy since I was a kid. ”

Tang Thirty-six added: "Both material and spiritual. ”

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In the last conversation of that night, Shang Xingzhou had mentioned that the black robe might have some other means, but Chen Changsheng didn't have to care too much.

Now it seemed that the black robe's last resort should be this matter, but he didn't expect the Demon Lord's will to oppose it so strongly.

Regardless of whether the starry sky kill can still be used, it is now in the hands of Old Lady Tang, and I believe that even if the black robe appears, there is no way to snatch it.

But that altar is still there, which means that the threat has not been completely removed.

"Where is the altar?" Chen Changsheng asked.

The Demon Lord flicked his sleeves, and the Demon Flame flowed, gradually revealing the picture hidden in it, and the Snow Old City loomed.

Somewhere the magic flame was darker, as if it were unreal night, without any light remaining.

The altar is there.

Wang Po silently remembered that position, turned around and left the Demon Palace.

"Where is the Demon Marshal and the Second Demon General, and where is the black robe?"

Chen Changsheng looked at the Demon Monarch and said, "Since we have reached an agreement, why not let both sides shed less blood?"

The corners of the Demon Lord's lips moved slightly, and he said with a self-deprecating smile, "Haven't you seen that I am already alone now?"

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Lonely is the self-title of the Terran Emperor, and it is not suitable for the Demon Lord.

Just like those black monuments on the hillside, no matter the size or shape, they are actually not suitable for tombstones.

Thousands of black monuments, representing thousands of high-level demons who died on the battlefield.

The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more noble the identity of the buried demon becomes.

Of course, with the exception of the hapless heir of the huge Guai family, the princes and nobles of Snow Old City rarely died on the battlefield.

The cemetery was full of cries, it was the noble lady crying for her dead son, the broken mistress.

There were also many nobles who looked at the night sky with dusty faces and blank expressions.

They knew that the cemetery had been set up as an altar by the military advisor and transmitted the news back to the Holy Light Continent, so why did no pillar of light descend and take them away?

The Terran army has already entered the old snow city, why are you still standing here?

In the night, there were shouts and dense hoofs, presumably the resistance of the human cavalry clearing the city.

Those princes and nobles were very numb, and they didn't even look frightened, as if they didn't hear those voices.

Wang Po stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the weeping women and the nobles like the walking dead, silent.

His gaze wandered around the cemetery, feeling the energy contained in the black monuments, confirming that the Demon Lord was not lying, and that this should be the altar.

But he still felt that there was something wrong with the fact that this altar should not be enough to forcibly break through the space, let alone connect the two distant continents.

Or is it like the Demon Lord said, this altar needs to cooperate with the starry sky kill in order to fully play its role?

While Wang Po was thinking about these questions, in a remote corner on the east side of the hillside, a gravedigger in shabby clothes and with a hunched back was about to leave.

The gravedigger had just dug up a new grave pit and put in a very ordinary high-level demon corpse.

The gravediggers in the cemetery, the corpses in the grave pit, everything is so normal, but thinking of the snow old city has just been breached, this seems very abnormal.

A calm gaze fell on the gravedigger, watching him slowly walk down the grassy slope.

As the gravedigger's figure was about to disappear beneath the lines where the grassy slope intersected with the night sky, Wang Po's voice rang out.

"Again?"

The gravedigger stopped.

The night wind blew the tattered clothes, and it was clear that it was not the reason for the rickets, he was already very short.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally turned around and said, "Okay." ”

His voice was still as hoarse and ugly as it was.

The patina on the helmet looked particularly eerie in the starlight.

The grassland in front of the Norilang peak is the first encounter, and the marsh in front of the snow old town is the second encounter.

Tonight's cemetery is their reunion, and possibly their last.

The demon marshal took out the big knife from the night wind and walked towards Wang Po.

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(The matter of writing letters was mentioned in the previous volume, and ten years ago, Tang Tang thought that Chen Changsheng was asking him to help write love letters...... In addition, the phrase that the spirit and material are relatively rich, its practical use is not particularly appropriate here, but it was the evaluation that I prepared for Tang Thirty-six when I opened the book three years ago, and I have been waiting to use it, but I have not found a suitable opportunity, and now I have to finish the book, and I don't have to worry that I won't be able to use it, friends, we all have to be such people. ）