Shen Yin Wang Zuo

Han Qiang looked puzzled: “How did the demons know? Fantasy Paradise is within our borders, and it is impossible for the Demon Nation to probe at close range. Moreover, even Ling had only recently discovered it. ”

The old man with white hair sighed and said: "It must have been the Star Demon. As the great prophet of the Demon Nation, his divinatory abilities were unique in the world, and he must have felt the change here. ”

Han Qiang suddenly said: “No wonder. It must have been the demon god who ordered us to gather so many men and horses to attack the city. That being the case, I would like to hurry back to the Alliance and increase the number of reinforcements. ”

The old man with white hair nodded his head and said: “Dream Paradise is extremely important, it only opens once every hundred years from time to time, and the Demon Nation must not be allowed to succeed. Fortunately, the old guys with the Meteor of the Demon God threaten the Demon God. Otherwise, for the sake of fantasy heaven, the Demon God King is likely to kiss. ”

Han Zheng frowned tightly, "The predictive power of the Star Demon God makes us too passive. Lao Ling, do you have any suggestions for the elderly? ”

The old man with white hair pondered for a moment and said: "Dream paradise, though full of opportunity, is also full of danger. The Demons just want to get into it and make a profit. At present, our casualties are too serious, and if we persist, I am afraid that the town of Nanguan will be completely destroyed. Of course, it would be impossible if the demons did not leave behind a few demons by then. ”

Speaking of which, the white-haired old man's breath suddenly grew stronger, and all voices throughout the General Assembly chamber seemed to be confined at that moment.

“Didn't the Demons just want to go into the paradise of dreams? They always thought we could fight them because of the existence of a paradise of dreams. In that case, let them take a look. Fantasy Paradise is good, but do we rely on him to be strong? ”

After listening to the old man with white hair, Han Xuan and Shadow were shocked by the wind and almost mutually said: “No. ”

The old man with white hair smiled slightly. “Listen to my husband. ”

“The Demons also know that if they burn with jade and stone, we will be forced to close the paradise of dreams, and by then they will have nothing. Moreover, Zhennan Guan is difficult to attack from the outside, but it is not difficult to attack from inside. Even if they could occupy this place for a short period of time, as long as the coalition mobilizes troops, they would be expelled. So, if we propose to give the Demons a few seats in Dream Paradise, then they are likely to agree. ”

"- [sic]“ But, old Ling, fantasy paradise is too important for us. How can we let the devil race... ”

The old man with white hair waved, "No one knows better than me what's going on in fantasy heaven, and I've been in it twice in a row. Danger and opportunity are common in fantasy paradise. But one thing is that the vast majority of those babies tend to be light, and the number of births per hundred years never exceeds twenty. Simply put, the symbolic significance of fantasy heaven to us is actually greater than the practical significance. Even if the demonic representatives are stronger, I believe they can only reap up to 40% of what they earn. My husband thinks it would be worthwhile if we could reduce the casualties of at least hundreds of thousands of our soldiers and civilians. Besides, can we let the Demons go to paradise for nothing? And the main reason they want to go in there is because, again, the Demons have secrets that we want to know. In exchange for equivalence, who doesn't necessarily suffer? ”

Wise light flashed in the eyes of the elderly, and his voice drove everyone into contemplation. Nobody saw it flash a little shame in the eyes of this old man.

His proposals were certainly feasible, but they also existed in private. If the Demon Nation really attacked the town of Nanguan at all costs, it would not only be this Yuguan, but also the Temple of the Pastor.

Zhen Nan Guan Nan, is the general temple of the priest! It can be said that 80% of the strength of the entire Pastoral Temple is here. Once the south of the town is overthrown, the priest's temple will surely fail. As a former temple lord of the Pastoral Temple and deputy leader of the Temple Alliance, Lao Ling would never like to see this happen. Of course, not only for the priestly temple, but also for the whole coalition.

With a slight sigh, Lao Ling continued: “Let the old man do this once. On the Alliance side, I will personally explain to the Alliance leader. Neither do our priestly temples in exchange for the benefits of the Demons, all at the mercy of the Alliance. ”

After Ling Lao made this suggestion, he realized that things had been settled and he could not refute it. In order to resist the Demonic Nation, the town south gate and the pastoral temple have done too much, and if the town south gate is truly destroyed, the Alliance will suffer tremendous turmoil.

After a moment of indulgence, Han Zheng nodded with difficulty, "Well, since Ling Lao has decided, I unconditionally support cooperation. But I have to report this to the League, and please forgive me. ”

Ling Lao slightly smiled. “You should. Ling Xiao, send messengers and demons to contact. Ask them to negotiate. ”

“Yes, Grandpa. ”

Dragon Hao has been watching in cold eyes, in his capacity, it has been a great honor to be able to listen at meetings of this size.

This is the first time he's heard the name Fantasy Heaven, and it looks like there's something treasure in there. At the same time, he also noticed that Ling Lao said here that although his face was smiling, this powerful old saint had absolute authority. His decision was irrefutable, not even the Han Dynasty and the Shadow Wind representing the Alliance. Moreover, since he calls the legendary strong men of the Demon Gods' Meteor Club an old man, it means that he and the Demon Gods' Meteor are the legendary strong men of his time.

Meetings continued, and consultations were held on how to resume the south gate of the town as soon as possible. It was unclear whether the negotiations would succeed and it was necessary to prepare for them with two hands.

One hour later, Ling laughed and declared the meeting closed.

Ling Lao first stood up, but his eyes looked at Dragon Hao and Tse 'er sitting in the back row, smiling slightly, "Dream Paradise is the future heir to the Temple of the Knight and the Temple of Assassins, since these two young men were only opened once in a hundred years. Well, my husband is sending you a gift, hoping that you will have something to gain in the paradise of dreams. ”

As he spoke, he did not see what Ling Lao was doing. The two groups of white light had flown to Long Hao Chen and Tsaier.

Dragon Hao raised his conscious hand and saw only two crystalline milky white beads fall into his hand. More surprisingly, the breath emitted in these two beads was a spatial property. Each one is only the size of the first thumb, and inside the beads it looks strange as if there is milk swinging.

“Many thanks Senior.” Dragon Haochen hurriedly stood up with Zhaier and respectfully saluted Lao Ling.

Han Zheng and Shadow followed the wind, but they all showed surprises.

Ling Lao waved his hand and turned around. Other townships in the presence of Nanguan, as well as senior reinforcements, looked at Long Hao Chen and Tsaier, and there was some envy in their eyes.

Others also left the General Assembly room, and Han Xuan waved to Long Hao Chen, indicating that he and Zhaier should not go.

Dragon Hao Chen walked to Han Qiang with Tsaier's waist and limbs in front of him. Han Qiang, Shadow with Wind and the current temple lord of the priest temple laughed. The three stood together and looked at him.

Long Haochen remembered Han Qian's words before bowing down to salute Ling Xiao. “Thank you for your treatment. ”

When Grandpa Ling heard this sound, Ling smiled with a slight smile on his serious face and nodded. “Thank you, I healed your wounds. You have to thank me. I also want to thank you for saving the lives of thousands of generals. We all just did our part. ”

Han Zheng beside him said in a bad mood: “Ling, your stinking mouth doesn't seem to change for the rest of your life. Softest heart, stinking mouth. ”

Ling chuckled and said: “Anyway, I broke through to the ninth level. Some people are still looking at the eighth level. ”

Han Qian hasn't spoken yet, the shadow wind next to him has quit, “Hey, Ling, if you don't take the knife to someone's wound, the blow surface is too big! ”

Ling smiled finally, “I forgot you thief head thief brains didn't break through. ”

Han Xiao cooperated with the very implicit Shadow and Wind Lane: “He intentionally. ”

But the shadow and wind didn't fall, shrugging his shoulder: “No way, he's in the ninth order, I can't beat him. I put up with it. ”

Ling smiled and scolded: "Come on, you two are not ashamed of yourselves. Do you want the kids to see the jokes? So what if I break through the ninth order? I'm more of a failure than you are. ”

A smiling face just now said that the place immediately went dark again.

Han Zheng patted him on the shoulder and said: “After all these years, you still can't put it down! Let me say something good about you. Are you really going to let Ling family die? ”

Ling smiled furiously and said: “What can I do? Can I pretend to be someone else besides her? Don't tell me you can forget her. ”

Han Zheng suddenly became angry: “If you can't let go, why don't you go to her? You can't let go of her or the priest's temple master's seat? ”

Ling smiled and shook his head. "I don't have the face to find her! In this world, I first hate the night and second hate myself. I don't want her forgiveness anymore, and the last wish of my life is to end up with that bastard from the middle of the night. ”

Dragon Hao Chen stood by and listened to a misty piece of water, only to feel implicitly that it seemed to involve the resentment of the old generation. As for Night Midnight mentioned in Ling's smile, he had never heard of it.

Han and Yingfeng were both frowns wrinkled, but surprisingly no longer persuaded to laugh.

"'Well, let's not talk about it,' said Ling. 'Let's get down to business. Han, the old man gave it to these two little guys. What do you say? This is a one-hundred-year opportunity. ”

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