Ye Zhongming's puppets have been put away, and the bloodline has entered the cooling time. The sand soldiers of the sand soldier music box have also disappeared. The only ones left on the battlefield are the dozens of piranha plants, Gao Yi and Zhao Xiangxue.
But several deacons would not think that Ye Zhongming has no fighting power.
Deacon Tong glanced at the president of the Royal Trade Union with a complicated expression and said bluntly: "You can kill this person. The loser has no right to pray."
Ye Zhongming was slightly startled, but he did not expect that Deacon Tong would say this.
The president of the Royal Trade Union looked at Deacon Tong bitterly, but didn't say anything.
"We can compensate you for your losses here, and it will be doubled." There was only Deacon Tong's voice and the sound of the water flowing around.
"This is the first solution."
Ye Zhongming nodded and waited for him to continue.
"In this way, Mr. Ye can vent his grievances and make up for his losses, but... he will lose our friendship."
"Is your friendship valuable?" Zhao Xiangxue looked at this guy from behind and responded coldly.
After entering the apocalypse, although she has become accustomed to silence, she also knows that sometimes, it is necessary for her subordinates to deliberately become a role. Some words must be said by her, so that the boss can have maneuvers when negotiating with others.
room.
Deacon Tong glanced at Zhao Xiangxue, and envy flashed through her heart. She also hoped to have such a subordinate.
"Whether our friendship is worth anything or not will only be known after we talk about it." Deacon Tong smiled, turned to Ye Zhongming and continued: "There is another way, if you give him to me, we will still compensate you, and
He... will also pay for his life, and after that, we will sit down and talk about cooperation."
Seeing what Zhao Xiangxue was about to say, Deacon Tong quickly waved his hand, "Don't be too busy refusing, and don't say anything else. We can get to where we are today not just by killing people, right Mr. Ye? Sometimes, hatred
It can be let go, not to mention that you are far from hating each other."
Zhao Xiangxue looked at Ye Zhongming and stopped talking. She knew it was time to let her boss make the decision.
"It doesn't have to be specific, but I want to know roughly what I can get."
Ye Zhongming shook the body of the royal family president and let the blood spill everywhere.
Many of the five-ringed warriors behind saw this scene and showed anger. However, seeing the tragic situation of the royal family on the battlefield, they were all a little in awe.
"You won't be stingy with money to buy your life, right?" Tong Zhi walked up to the president of the Royal Family and sneered.
Although they are both in the same organization, it is obvious that he is closer to Deacon Shui, the President of the Royal Family and Deacon Bai have a better understanding, and Deacon Ouyang is more neutral.
For Deacon Tong, the destruction of the Royal Union was nothing. It was just that the old guy's words about the Gore clan made him think twice, so he wanted to save his life this time.
However, he did not want to let the president of the royal family go just like this. It would be best if he could be left in ruins and never have a say in Wuhuan Qian from now on.
The president of the Royal Family looked at Deacon Tong, neither nodding nor shaking his head.
"You'd better hurry up, the blood is all gone." Deacon Tong shook his head and looked at the president's feet.
This time, the president of the royal family finally agreed and said two difficult words. Deacon Tong looked at Ye Zhongming, who thought for a moment, nodded, and let go of the president.
Immediately, several people came over and poured potion into the mouth of the royal family president. At the same time, one of them straightened the bone of his wound. Then he poured some black potion on it and recited a few spells. The potion immediately
It turned into small black insects and burrowed into the wound in an instant. A clicking sound came from the broken bone, and it was visible to the naked eye that it was recovering.
"These all cost money, President." Deacon Tong said coldly.
Ye Zhongming narrowed his eyes and looked at the person treating him intently.
This is actually a dark wizard!
This is a rare profession in the apocalypse, and it often has strange and powerful abilities.
This five-ring coin does indeed have some hidden meanings.
"The President's things will be delivered to you soon. Let's talk about it next?" Deacon Tong asked sideways.
Ye Zhongming nodded in agreement. He was not afraid of these people defaulting on their debts, which would be of no benefit to the three deacons. He was even less afraid of these people turning their backs. He was confident of getting out of here.
"Let's talk outside."
The group of people left the Sea of Blood Fiend and came to a bar in the entertainment area. After the maid here brought a bottle of red wine, the things promised by the royal family president were delivered.
Ye Zhongming opened the box and looked at it. With a wave of his hand, the box disappeared.
The three deacons didn't feel strange when they looked at it, but they sighed again in their hearts that even the space equipment was expensive.
They know that those puppets and equipment are all in space.
"These are our compensation." Deacon Tong was also happy and took out another box and placed it in front of Ye Zhongming. It contained a green summoning equipment and three hundred level five magic crystals, which were definitely worth more than Ye Zhongming.
The loss is high, but it is hard to say whether it is double or not. Both parties obviously do not want to argue on this issue.
These three deacons were true to their word and efficient, which made Ye Zhongming feel better about them.
"If the end of the world is about Jianghu, then we can also be regarded as children of Jianghu, so let's talk openly. I told you my needs and the agreement I want to reach with you. After hearing this, Mr. Ye took this as a premise and let's proceed.
How about discussing?"
This time it was Deacon Shui who spoke. Ye Zhongming looked at this woman who always seemed to be spotless, and was a little confused in his heart as to which of the three deacons had the greater say.
Seeing Ye Zhongming agree, Deacon Shui's eyes lit up, and she began to reveal the long-planned conditions for cooperation.
"First, the transaction of genetic life." Deacon Water waved her hand, and a ball of ice dance enveloped the bottle of red wine. After the temperature instantly cooled down, she picked it up and filled it up for several people herself.
"We have discussed this before. Mr. Ye should have no doubts, right?"
This is what the two parties agreed upon when Wu Huan Qian, or Deacon Shui, sent Ye Zhongming the materials for the Earth Sand Moon Blade. Wu Huan Qian needs genetic life to enrich the diversity and freshness of their Scarlet Athletics targets, Genting
The Villa needs detailed actual test data on genetic life, and everyone can get what they need.
"No problem, but I didn't mention the price before."
Hearing what Ye Zhongming said, Deacon Shui frowned and said slightly dissatisfied: "Mr. Ye still wants us to pay for it?"
Ye Zhongming looked as if he should take it for granted, spreading his hands and saying: "Of course, these genetic lives we provide have brought you profits, and they will all be sacrificed in the end. Shouldn't I be given some compensation? Don't say that we are also using it.
If I take this opportunity to study something, I don’t have to come to you to get the data. What do the three deacons think?"
The three people looked at each other, and finally Deacon Shui said: "Yes, but the price will not be too high, and we will not agree to conditions such as commissions! Mr. Ye also needs to know that we do not necessarily want these from you.
Results.”
Ye Zhongming nodded in agreement.
"Then second," Deacon Shui stretched out two slender white fingers, shaking Ye Zhongming's eyes a little dizzy: "We have five rings, hoping to purchase relatively mature genetic life warriors at a preferential price in the future.
, as a supplement to our own strength.”
Hearing this, Ye Zhongming straightened up, "Oh? How does it count as relatively mature? How many do you need?"