"Actually, the matter is not that serious. If we plan properly, there is no problem in delaying them for some time."
Nangong Yan patted Sun Ningyan on the shoulder and tried to force out a peaceful smile.
The current situation requires not blood, but calmness.
Those present, Nangong Yan and Hu Yanchenghe are only at the peak of human-god cultivation, and the others have not yet entered the realm of holy martial arts. If they rush out and forcefully block it, let alone the entire ancient demon clan, even Hutudan, who is in the middle stage of the gods, can do it with just a gesture. Everyone will fly and annihilate. In this situation, blood cannot solve any problems.
"Oh? Miss Nangong, what can I do?" Hu Yanchenghe, who had always been violent and impulsive, seemed to be infected by Nangong Yan's deepness and calmed down.
¡°I have some ideas, but I don¡¯t know how effective they will be.¡± Nangong Yan looked at the door and said calmly. Although low morale needs encouragement, it should not make people blindly optimistic.
She pondered for a moment, turned to look at Meng on the ground, and said, "Although Mr. Yang said last night that the people from the Ancient Demon Clan might have discovered something, judging from the current situation, they probably haven't fully determined Meng's identity yet. So we can still make some articles.¡±
Hu Yanchenghe stared: "No, they dare to attack our house without being sure? Aren't you afraid that Meng Zhen is the ancestor of all monsters and will question them in the future?"
"Idiot!" Nangong Yan smiled and tapped Hu Yancheng's forehead with her finger: "It is precisely because they smashed the house that they were not completely sure of Meng's identity. Think about it, if it were you, you would be sure that someone else was pretending to be someone else. What would you do to your own ancestor?"
"Of course I'll kill him! What nonsense are you talking about?" Hu Yanchenghe curled his lips and said disdainfully. In his opinion, the other party's question was too weak.
Nangong Yan still smiled softly: "Since you want to kill each other, what will happen to the ancient demon clan who are in a strong position and value bloodlines very much?"
"It goes without saying that of course they took action directly. Aren't they already taking action now? They are destroying our house."
"Then with their cultivation level, do they need to destroy the house like this?"
"This" Hu Yanchenghe was stunned for an instant.
At the same time, Nangong Yan seemed to be relieved, raised her head and glanced at the thoughtful people, and said: "Everyone, if the people of the ancient demon clan want to kill us, they don't need this method at all, or even just the call Tudan can just raise his hand and wipe out the houses here and us together." While speaking, she paused for a moment, and her face became serious: "What they are doing now is actually just a bluff and test. If If there is something wrong in your heart, you will naturally think that they have discovered it and reveal your fault."
"Damn, it turns out you were scaring me. Fortunately, there is Miss Nangong, otherwise I would have been fooled and went out to fight with them with my knife."
Hu Yanchenghe patted his head happily
"Haha" Nangong Yan smiled, her voice still low and serious: "But although they are not completely sure, they must have had suspicions, so now we have to do two things."
"First, Meng must hide immediately and not let him appear in front of the demon clan. Otherwise, once the ancient demon ancestor displays his momentum in front of others, if Meng Wan cannot bear it, everything will be irreversible."
"Second, we must find a suitable person to go and test out the situation of the demon clan first, but the person here is"
The deep voice suddenly stopped, and the surrounding area became quiet for an instant. Yes, if you find out the other party's movements, you can indeed find a way to delay a little longer and wait for Yang Lingtian's return. As long as he comes back, everything will get better. No one doubts this.
However, the people of the ancient demon clan have begun to suspect that those who go to investigate must have a narrow escape.
The deathly silence instantly swallowed up the small space.
¡°However, that was only a short moment.
"I go"
"I go"
After a brief silence, the stone house quickly began to boil.
"No, no one is suitable to go, only me is the most suitable." Suddenly, an angry roar suppressed the rising and falling voices in an instant.
Sun Ningyan was stunned for a moment. "Fat Ximen, you"
Ximen Wuji smiled: "I am the envoy designated by Senior Meng. They have not yet fully determined the identity of Senior. They are still a little worried when I go. If the others go, the people of the Monster Clan will definitely not give them any chance. Direct torture or killing will not have any delaying effect, and my failure to show up will only deepen their suspicions."
As he said that, he looked down at his fat figure again, and smiled wryly and bitterly at himself: "Haha, NingyanDidn¡¯t you say that my fat body is useless? Now it comes in handy. Even if they cut with a knife, they can cut a little longer. "
"Besides, I also heard that those demon people like to eat human flesh. If they cook it in a pot, they will need a lot of water and the cooking time will be longer."
"Even if they don't care about my status as an envoyit's time to cut the flesh"
"Time to remove the blood"
"Time to find water"
"Time to cook the meat"
Young Master Ximen is calculating carefully.
The footsteps moved outward slowly, and everyone watched quietly without any movement.
Indeed, not for the great value of that body of fat.
To delay time, this messenger is indeed the most appropriate.
Unconsciously, he finally stepped out the door.
However, what he hated most at this moment - Miss Sun's figure appeared next to him.
"Hmph. You're a fat guy, you always go back on your word. I'm going to keep an eye on you. Otherwise, you'll kneel down and beg for mercy before they start cutting the meat, and you'll do anything."
"What are you looking at? You are the messenger, and I am Xiao Meng's adopted sister. They will never touch me until your flesh is eaten."
"Also, you still owe me a lot of things, and you must pay me back before you die. When we were in Wuman Mountain, you promised to help me find Beihai Dragon Tendon. When we were on Ice and Fire Island"
"And when we were in Tianwu Continent, you said you would buy me maltose"
"By the way, when we were building the wooden temple, you saw that sister Yiqiao's Xiaolan was very cute"
"What? It's because you are jealous and want one."
"What? I want it. It was obviously you who took the initiative to catch one for me."
Young Master Ximen suddenly discovered sadly that he, who considered himself a rich man, was already overburdened.
What¡¯s even more sad is that he can¡¯t talk to or defeat this only creditor. Even if she wants to follow him to collect debts, he can¡¯t avoid it
Slowly move forward in sorrow and continue to argue.
Finally, when the discussion about the complicated, profound, mysterious, difficult to understand debt relationship that no one in the world could understand was reaching its climax, the figure of the ancient demon tribe appeared in front of him.
In an instant, the monsters who were searching in the stone house also felt the appearance of the two men and quickly gathered here.
However, Young Master Ximen seemed to have found a slave to repay his debt. He pointed at Hutudan and the others, and his momentum instantly increased. "You guys, what's going on?"
"Haha, didn't it mean that the envoy didn't come to collect blood today? We are worried about the safety of the envoy and our ancestors, so we are trying our best to search." After Ximen Wuji finished speaking, before Hutudan could speak, Demon Emperor Ji next to him had already said with a smile.
"Oh?" Ximen Wuji glanced sideways: "Are you new here?"
"Yes, he's new. He just arrived last night." Demon Emperor Ji replied politely as before.
"Yes." Young Master Ximen nodded with satisfaction and continued to display his gangster style without fear of death: "Since you are worried about our safety, forget it, but you must pay compensation for destroying our residence."
In an instant, the world became quiet. All the people of the Monster Clan stood there with their mouths wide open: "Is this guy a fool or an idiot? Can't you see that people like you are here to cause trouble? How dare you blackmail the only Taishen Ancestor of the ancient Monster Clan today?" Or maybe Nameng is really the ancestor of all demons and he is full of confidence?"
"Oh, what kind of compensation does the envoy think should be made?" Yao Huangji was still smiling and spoke slowly and slowly.
"Since you are so sensible, it will not be difficult for you. As for compensation, it will be ten North Sea dragon tendons and ten aquamarine beast kings that are more than five thousand years old"
"One hundred pounds of maltose"
Ximen Wuji pouted his belly magnanimously, and paid all his "debts owed to Miss Sun" ten times as a gift. Since I had no intention of going back alive before I came here, why not give myself a little more "domineering spirit"? Even though this "domineering spirit" is a bit wretched and greedy compared to Yang Lingtian's, for him, , but it is enough.
"That's it? No more?" Demon Emperor Ji was still feeling like spring breeze, with a smile on his face.
Ximen Wuji was stunned for a moment, and he actually felt that he said too little. "Well, not for now. Let's talk about it later if we think of it."
The Demon King smiled. "Haha, sinceIf the messenger has no other requirements, then it will be easy to handle. These things are too simple for me, the ancient demon clan, and can be handed over to the messenger in just half a day, but I still need a little help from you. "
"Oh? Do you want to see Senior Meng? He is at a critical moment of cultivation and cannot be disturbed, so we all gathered together last night."
Ximen Wuji¡¯s small eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of warning. It seems that this guy is not easy to deal with, and he feels like he is hiding a knife behind his smile.
However, Demon Emperor Ji shook his head: "We don't want to see him now, we just want to ask if the Senior Meng you mentioned is really the ancestor of our clan. I believe it shouldn't be difficult for this messenger to answer, right?"
"What do you mean?" Ximen Wuji glared: "Do you still have doubts about the identity of the senior?" As he said that, he seemed to have remembered something, and his eyes quickly jumped after looking at Yao Huangji. He stood up, pointed at the Demon Emperor and cursed:
"I know, you must be the current ancestor of the demon clan. You are not willing to let your predecessor regain his identity and put him on top of you, so you want to frame him as a fake and then murder him, so that you can keep your ancestor's status. You're in position." Anyway, he had already prepared for the worst, and he had already risked it. The more he messed up, the more he would make the other party worry.
?????????????? He even began to feel proud that what he said was reasonable. I am afraid that the ancestor of the demon clan would also be concerned about his identity and would not dare to take action rashly.
"It's a pity that his wise words did not achieve the expected results.
The Demon Emperor's face suddenly turned cold: "Hmph, do you think I can't do anything to you if you don't tell me? I want to see if you can block my soul-searching **!" While speaking, a wisp of light came out. Green light with a strong sinister aura suddenly flashed out from his body and quickly fell on Ximen Wuji.
"Damn it! You don't have faith, and you're just playing dirty tricks if you can't make it right!" The last thought flashed through his mind, and Young Master Ximen quickly passed out.