Tonight, this has happened several times.

When Zhu Ye and the others came to the lakeside, they found that the owner of the cinnabar pill was Chen Changsheng, and they also let out a similar sigh.

In the snow peak, Zhu Ye's feet were cut off by the sound of the qin, and when he looked at the starry sky and waited for death, 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 use all means, exhaust your wisdom, or even throw your head and blood away, there is no way to reverse the current situation.

Of course, you will be unwilling, but you are helpless to the extreme, and thousands of emotions are intertwined, and finally it becomes a light sigh.

Chen Changsheng was shocked and puzzled, they all said that the abyss was endless, why was he still alive and appeared in front of his eyes?

Thinking of these things, he glanced at the siren and did not speak.

From the moment he heard the clear sound of the piano, the siren turned his head to look at it, but he didn't make any movement, and his eyes kept looking at the direction in which the piano sounded, that is, where the middle-aged scholar was now standing.

This demon clan bigwig was stiff now, both physically and mentally, but Chen Changsheng was sure that he must have known that he had taken 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, and the two sides have suffered heavy casualties and deep resentment, especially after the peace between Emperor Taizong and the Demon Lord was torn up thousands of years ago, unless there are some extreme circumstances, such as the old hatred of the Liang family that the family is unforgettable, and the old matter of Zhou Du's husband back then, the strong men on both sides have never joined forces again. Shang Xingzhou secretly presided over the change of Tianshuling, and only maintained a tacit understanding of non-interference with the big names in the old city of Xue, and would never directly borrow from each other.

No one can afford to be infamy.

If Chen Changsheng wants to join forces with the sea flute, he doesn't need to worry about this problem, because the identity of a middle-aged scholar will make the entire continent agree with his approach.

And there is a certain feasibility in this matter, and it is very likely that the siren will agree to join forces with him.

More than two years ago, after the rebellion in the old city of Snow, the demon lord died, Nanke disappeared, and countless royal ministers loyal to the old dynasty were killed, but the siren survived, and his reputation was even more powerful than back then, and now he has the power of the demon military on the front line, no matter how you look at it, he must be one of the rebels.

If he wants to live tonight, he must join forces with Chen Changsheng.

The temptation of killing Chen Changsheng, the Terran Pope, was indeed great, but killing that middle-aged scholar was obviously more important than anything else in the world for the siren.

The sea flute did not respond to Chen Changsheng's gaze inquiry, still looking at the middle-aged scholar, vigilant and afraid, and the hand holding the broken monument was very tight.

The dilapidated garden is very quiet, and everyone in the room knows what it means.

Nanke's eyes became more and more indifferent, and the wings that slowly swayed in the night wind became darker and darker, and they became more and more bewitching.

At this moment, the middle-aged scholar's voice rang out.

"I'm dying. ”

His voice was ordinary.

Ordinary indifference, ordinary majesty, ordinary supremacy, nothing peculiar.

But if someone looks closely at his face, they will notice something very unusual.

The middle-aged scholar's face seemed to be forever shrouded in a faint layer of night.

In the night, there are countless brocade characters with golden light slowly fluttering, and below the brocade characters are painted with landscapes, one time is the desert, one time the blue sea, as he raised his eyebrows and lips, those blue sea waves, the desert flows, the scenery is extremely vivid, but it is cold and lonely, because there is no one in this ten thousand scenes.

And when he said the words "I'm dying", the world became much darker, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment.

As a result, Chen Changsheng knew that he was telling the truth.

He remembered the Church Office many years ago, in that room full of plum blossoms, he had heard Merissa say something similar.

More than two years ago, he couldn't remember whether he was in the palace or in the National Education Academy, and he had heard Uncle Pope say this.

He thought for a moment and said to the middle-aged scholar: "As long as you live, you will die." ”

The middle-aged scholar said: "Daoyuan gives the fourth wonderful sentence. ”

Chen Changsheng didn't ask what the top three wonderful sentences were, because everyone would have their own understanding and perception when they read Daozang, and of course, he wouldn't be surprised that the other party easily recognized that his words came from Dao Yuanfu. Because the world knows that this man is very knowledgeable, and he is the greatest scholar in the old town of Tunguska.

"But who would really be willing to die? Like Tianhai, like Yin, and even more so the old people, no matter how calm they are, how can they be willing to walk into that darkness by deference? I am even more unwilling, so I crawled out of that terrible darkness and came here to meet you. ”

As the narration progressed, the night on the middle-aged scholar's face became deeper and deeper, and it became more and more difficult to look at.

Squeaky listened to the tone of his voice, vaguely guessed his identity, where did he dare to believe it, his voice trembled slightly.

"You...... What exactly do you want to do?"

"Your father said back then that you don't like to read, and that you have a silly temperament, and tonight it seems to be so. ”

The middle-aged scholar looked mild, and said to her like an elder: "Don't worry, for your father's sake, of course I won't embarrass you." ”

Through these words, Squeak confirmed his identity, shocked and speechless, and subconsciously looked at Chen Changsheng, his eyes looked particularly confused and helpless.

Countless years ago, a great Xuanhuang dragon did not want to succeed the patriarch of the dragon clan and went to the mainland.

On the mainland, it encountered many equally great beings, and then died in the Zhou Garden.

That was her father.

Only one of those great beings was her father's friend, or rather, her father only admired that one.

Time has passed, the Great Zhou has changed several emperors, the Lishan Sword Sect has changed three heads, and the Tang family has also changed the head of the family twice, only the one who will always sit at the highest place of the Divine Palace. So much so that many ordinary people have a wrong perception, as if since ancient times, as if there is only one demon in heaven and earth...... Demon Lord.

Yes, the middle-aged scholar is the Demon Lord.

He is the most powerful and talented king in the history of Snow Old City, the Majesty worshiped by the Demon Race, 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 reign, the demon race would have occupied the entire continent under his leadership.

But no matter whether it was Zhou Dufu, Chen Xuanba, Emperor Taizong, Wang Zhice, or Tianhai, Yin and Shang a thousand years later, there was no way to truly defeat him.

In the face of the strong Terran who is like a starry surge, he still leads the demon race to stand tall in the northern continent, just like the eternal night over the old city of snow.

By any measure, he is the greatest generation of demon lords.

Whether since ancient times, or in heaven and on earth.

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(Don't go into that darkness deferentially, of course from that poem, Interstellar is good in that poem, and the final point is simply the opposite, Nolan needs to shoot an ending that everyone can accept, but it is something that I regret a lot, I think this attitude is sharp and powerful.) ）