"I've been bullied by many creatures, and I'm afraid you can't control me, brother."

Mo Youming waved his hand: "Just say it."

Zhuo Junlin looked embarrassed: "I'm afraid that my brother will make things difficult for me. If it really doesn't work, let's forget it!"

"It's okay." Mo Youming looked proud: "Can you still be able to go against the sky in this battlefield of gods and demons?"

Zhuo Junlin sighed softly: "To be honest, with my current cultivation level, I am the lowest-level existence in this battlefield of gods and demons. Any creature with a little fame can be bullied at will."

Mo Youming rolled his eyes, his eyes full of helplessness: "Just say it, you don't have to worry about the others."

For the guy in front of him who was both lifeless and shameless, Mo Youming just wanted to break the cause and effect with this little guy as soon as possible. Even if he stayed with this little bastard for a while, Mo Youming felt as if he was going crazy.

Now I just want to burn the incense far away from this guy.

As long as I can keep my son away from this little bastard, even if I let me do something extraordinary regardless of my identity, I will admit it. After all, when I was trapped in the sea of ​​blood, although this little bastard was not saved by this little bastard himself, the cause and effect were always counted on this guy. If I don’t repay this favor, I still owe this little bastard.

This feeling is so irritating tormenting.

"Actually not too many, but the identity is a bit special."

"This is not a matter, you don't have to worry." Mo Youming gritted his teeth.

Mo Youming had already made up his mind. No matter who the other party was, I would just beat the other party first. As for the rules, what's up to me? Even if the other party's background is strong, even the Emperor's own son, I would beat him and retreat. Could it be that I can still pursue me because of a small matter?

"The devil has no disaster."

"Who?" Mo Youming was stunned.

"No sin."

"who?"

"Blood Demon."

"who?"

Mo Youming only felt that he was not doing well.

At this time, Mo Youming looked at Zhuo Junlin with resentment, and his expression was extremely ugly.

What kind of thing is this? Don’t you know that I am the demon guardian general, the demon boss above ten thousand people?

If you ask me to vent your anger at them for you, what are you thinking?

That is the creature of the demon race. On the entire battlefield of gods and demons, they can be regarded as the creatures of the highest level of the demon race. If I really give this for you, how can I gain a foothold in the demon race in the future?

Even if you ask me to beat that guy Mo Qingkuan, I will accept it by pinching my nose.

But if you ask me to ask the demons to trouble themselves, how did you come up with this idea?

Don’t you know my identity and status?

But at the beginning, in order to get rid of this little bastard's entanglement, he walked step by step into the trap he had already arranged. He never thought that this guy was so shameless and even pestered himself to deal with the demons.

This is awesome, I've been bragging a little too much.

This matter seems a bit difficult.

Even if I say no to refuse now, I seem to be unable to bear the face!

I have been beating the eagle for a lifetime, but in the end I was plotted against by this little guy?

It's embarrassing!

It's so embarrassing for you.

"I have already said before. If the elder brother is really embarrassed, let's forget about this matter!" Zhuo Junlin looked innocent: "But elder brother, you have always said that you can do it."

"you,,,,,,"

Mo Youming only felt that Zhuo Junlin's sword was directly repaired to his heart.

It is true that I take on a big bag, but I really didn't expect that you would let me deal with the creatures of the demons! If I really spoke, I would put my face there in the future?

But if I don’t agree now, I don’t seem to have any place to put my face!

This matter is indeed a bit difficult to deal with.

"Or, let's just let it go!" Zhuo Junlin looked serious: "If my brother really can't do it, I'll just pretend that I haven't mentioned this. After all, the thing that doesn't keep my word is not a strange thing for the creatures of the demon race. You can't affect the relationship between our brothers because of this little thing, right?"

"I,,,,,,"

Mo Youming's chest was fluctuating violently, and his eyes were full of surprise.

You are so numb. You are such a big hat. No matter how unwilling you, you have to bite your teeth and swallow it in your stomach. I really believe in your evil spirit. Where did you come from? How could you say such shameless words?

Can you not be so shameless when you are a human being?

Do you know if you are easily hated?

"negotiation?"

Yang Wenjun looked at the letter in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly.

A sharp look suddenly flashed between his original beautiful eyes. When Yang Wenjun's eyes fell on the messenger of the gods, the messenger seemed to feel a wave of invisible sword intent passing by. Even though he had already had the cultivation of a half-step true immortal, he still felt a wave of shock that was trembling with a coldness.

Yang Wenjun's eyes seemed to be full of aggressiveness.

Even between a look, it seemed to have endless attacks.

"If you want to talk, then let Zhan Guxing talk by himself. The ancient general is not qualified to talk to me." Yang Wenjun sneered: "Some things that a border chief cannot make decisions, so don't make decisions!"

"This matter is not a conversation between the ancient general and General Yang."

"Who talks to me?"

"Director Donghua Emperor, the leader of Wuwei Camp, don't be frivolous."

When he said this, the messenger seemed to feel the inexplicable power, and a trace of heat flashed in his eyes. When he looked at Yang Wenjun, there was a trace of inexplicable confidence in his eyes.

"Mo Qingkuang?" Yang Wenjun frowned again: "Is Mo Qingkuang going to talk to me?"

"The head coach of the war has temporarily granted full authority to General Mo."

"For the time being?" Yang Wenjun's tone changed slightly.

"good."

"Then there is no need to talk about it. Even though Mo Qingkuang is just a general who temporarily controls military power on the Western Front, it means that he cannot really make the decision." Yang Wenjun laughed strangely: "Since they can't make the decision, then what is the difference between Mo Qingkuang and the ancient general?"

"this,,,,,,"

"Please return the messenger, please bring a word to Mo Qingkuang for this general."

"Please speak with General Yang." The messenger was neither humble nor arrogant, and there was no expression in his eyes.

"The battle that day is not over, maybe it's time to end it." Yang Wenjun laughed: "Please tell the messenger to Mo Qingkuang, and said that Yang Wenjun has been waiting for this day for a long time. I hope he won't disappoint me this time."

Speaking of this, Yang Wenjun made a gesture of seeing off guests. Two human soldiers had already stood beside the messenger, with disdain in their eyes.

The messenger smiled bitterly, but he didn't bother him, and he strode away directly,,,,,,

"Miss Yang." Zhao Menglong turned his back from the account, his eyes full of confusion: "Since the other party wants to negotiate, why did Miss Yang refuse?"

"The old general doesn't know?" Yang Wenjun looked at Zhao Menglong with a smile.

"this,,,,,,"

"It seems that the old general also saw the intention of his younger generation, so why should he ask him knowingly?" Yang Wenjun sighed softly: "Actually, for the old general, even if he doesn't want to fight the gods, it is not a negotiation opportunity at this time. If he agrees too quickly, the gods will look down on us."

"Miss Yang doesn't want to talk?"

"General Zhao was wrong. This matter is not because I don't want to talk about it, but because the tutor and the general don't want to talk about it, thinking that the time has not come." Yang Wenjun smiled bitterly and shook his head: "And I also think that at this subtle moment, it is indeed not a good time for negotiation."

Zhao Menglong's face froze, but he didn't say much in the end.

Although Yang Wenjun said this easily, he put all the blame on Shi Jing and Meng Xiaoyun, but how could outsiders not see the difference between them?
Chapter completed!