Fighter of the Destiny

Tang Sanliu's tone of voice has always been the most hateful being in the world. No one likes him even when he doesn't use swear words.

But Chen Changsheng likes it because Tang Sanliu 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 When it comes to making a choice, it's always right to listen to this guy.

Of course, Tang Sanliu's words didn't make any sense, but for some reason they were inexplicably persuasive.

Why are you here?

Chen Changsheng was very worried about Tang Sanliu's health.

Judging from Tang Sanliu's face, that strange high fever should have gone away, but his body should be very weak, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting in a wheelchair.

Tang Sanliu said: How can such an important historical moment lack my presence?

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

Don't force me to expose my family scandal.

After saying this, Tang Sanliu coughed.

Ye Xiaolian quickly patted his back.

Tang Sanliu waved his hand, took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and covered his mouth, frowning slightly, as if he was in pain.

Neither Mr. Tang nor Chen Changsheng could tell whether this style of writing that hurt the spring was true or false, so naturally it was difficult to ask further.

Xu Yourong glanced at Ye Xiaolian, who lowered his head in shame. She then knew that these two people did not go to Hanshan at all and turned back halfway.

Tang Sanliu ignored this and said to the Demon Lord: I forgot to introduce myself.

The devil said, I know you.

Tang Sanshiliu said: Yes, you were really rude to me in Baidi City. You didn't expect that I would be exposed to your tricks ten years later, right?

The Demon Lord said calmly: You are indeed the best in the world when it comes to talking to yourself.

Tang Sanshiliu said: It seems that you really don't know who I am.

The Demon Lord mocked slightly and said, Do you think you can become Su Li like this?

Tang Sanshiliu said seriously: Please allow me to introduce myself. I am your pen pal.

The Demon Lord was slightly startled and said, Pen pal?

Tang Thirty-Six said: Yes, Your Majesty, I have read all your letters, 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 too much.

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 the writing would be too embarrassing.

The Demon Lord recalled the contents of those letters and said with emotion: I thought you had introduced 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 dear friends...give me the thing in your hand.

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

Tang Sanshiliu said: I don't know, but my grandfather is not willing to play cards with me.

The Demon Lord said: Mr. Tang doesn't even want to end. I guess your card skills are quite impressive.

My poker skills are actually average, far worse than grandpa and the saint, but I have one trick that can win the world.

Tang Sanshiliu said seriously: I am best at lifting the card table. If the card table cannot be lifted, then I will bet my fortune.

The Tang family is the richest man in the human race. If you bet your wealth with others, you will definitely win every time you bet.

The Demon Lord mocked slightly and said, But if you want to bet your fortune with me, I'm afraid you won't have as many chips as I do.

This is true. No matter how rich and profound the Tang family is, how can they be compared with the Lord of the Demon Realm?

Tang Sanshiliu said seriously: That's not necessarily the case.

Suddenly a voice sounded in the field: I'll follow.

The person who spoke was Xu Yourong, with a very calm expression.

Wang Po also brought Huaiyuan up.

More and more people followed.

Chen Changsheng and Mrs. Tang didn't speak. Everyone knew what they would do.

Tang Sanliu sat in a wheelchair, staring into the Demon Lord's eyes, his expression more serious than ever.

This bet is not about the Tang family or Li Gong, but about the entire human race.

The Demon Lord was silent for a long time and suddenly said: Are the conditions in the letter still acceptable?

Chen Changsheng said: Of course.

Tang Thirty-Six said: I will give you the biggest discount, based on the eleventh letter.

good.

The Demon Lord threw the stone pestle in his hand towards Tang Thirty-Six.

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

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

Including Chen Changsheng, no one was surprised by Tang Sanliu's performance.

No matter how precious things were, he never took them seriously. Many years ago in Baidi City, when he threw the scepter of the national religion to Chen Changsheng, he did so casually.

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

She clearly saw that when Tang Sanliu caught the stone pestle, the clothes on his back were instantly soaked, and he was obviously extremely nervous.

The Demon Lord looked at Tang Sanliu and asked, Are you really not afraid?

Tang Thirty-Six said confidently: I'm not an idiot, how could I not be afraid!

The Demon Lord said in confusion: Then why do you act so calmly and can't see any flaws?

Maybe it's because I grew up relatively wealthy.

Tang Sanshiliu added: No matter material or spiritual.

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In the last conversation that night, Shang Xingzhou once mentioned that the black robe might have other tricks, but he told Chen Changsheng not to pay too much attention.

Now it seems that Hei Pao's last resort should be this matter, but he did not expect that the Demon Lord's will to oppose would be so strong.

No matter whether Star Kill can still be used or not, it is now in the hands of Mr. Tang. I believe that even if the black robe appears, there will be no way to snatch it away.

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

Where is the altar? Chen Changsheng asked.

The Demon Lord waved his sleeves lightly, and the demonic flames flowed, gradually revealing the scene hidden in it, with the old city of Snow looming.

The color of the magic flame somewhere is darker, as if it is an unreal night, without any light remaining.

The altar is right there.

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

Where is the Demon Commander and the second Demon General? Where is the black robe?

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

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

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The solitary man is the title of the human emperor, and is not suitable for the demon king.

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

Thousands of black obelisks represent thousands of high-level demons who died on the battlefield.

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

Of course, except for the unlucky successor of the Pantagruel family, the princes and nobles of Xuelao City rarely died on the battlefield.

There were cries everywhere in the cemetery. It was the noble lady crying for her dead son and her lover who was broken into pieces.

There were also many nobles looking at the night sky with dusty faces and dull expressions.

They knew that the cemetery was set up as an altar by the military counselor and the news here was sent back to the Holy Light Continent, so why did no light pillar come down to pick them up?

The human army has already entered Xue Lao City, why are you still standing here?

There were shouts and heavy hoofbeats in the night. It should be that the human cavalry was cleaning up the resistance forces in the city.

The princes and nobles were so numb that they didn't even look scared, 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 zombie-like nobles, silent.

His eyes moved around the cemetery, feeling the energy contained in those black obelisks, confirming that the Demon Lord was not lying, and this should be the altar.

But he still felt that there were some problems. This altar should not be able to forcefully break through space, let alone connect two distant continents.

Or is it like what the Demon Lord said, that this altar needs to be coordinated with Star Kill to fully function?

While Wang Po was thinking about these problems, in a remote corner on the east side of the hillside, a stooped gravedigger wearing shabby clothes was about to leave.

The gravedigger had just dug out a new grave pit and put a very ordinary corpse of a high-level demon into it.

The gravediggers in the cemetery and the corpses in the pits were all so normal, but considering that Xue Lao City had just been breached, it seemed very abnormal.

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

When the figure of the gravedigger was about to disappear under the line where the grass slope intersected with the night sky, Wang Po's voice rang out.

Again?

The gravedigger stopped.

The night wind ruffled his tattered clothes, and it became clear that it was not the reason for his 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 so hoarse and unpleasant.

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

The grassland in front of Nuorilang Peak is the first encounter, and the swamp in front of Xuelao City is the second encounter.

Tonight's cemetery is where they meet again, and it may be their last encounter.

The Demon Commander pulled 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. Ten years ago, Tang Tang thought that Chen Changsheng wanted him to help write love letters... In addition, the saying that one is richer spiritually and materially is not particularly appropriate here. Posted, but that was the evaluation I prepared for Tang Sanliu three years ago when I opened the book Zetian Ji. I have been waiting to use it, but I have never found a suitable opportunity. Now that I have finished the book, I don’t have to worry about it. There’s no need for it, friends, we all have to be such people.)