The thick smell of blood in the air has dissipated a lot, and the cleanup of the battlefield in the mountainside of the posthumous king's city is nearing completion.
What's a little strange is that the Dawn Temple and the Posthumous Man are still in the same area. Although they are clearly separated, there is no tension as before.
This is already the fifth sunset in the peace negotiations between the two sides.
Ye Zhongming was sitting at the table, eating a piece of food brought by Mi Ya. It was a thick soup stewed with special herbs and monster meat from the secret realm. It was paired with a bowl of fate rice. It was considered a meal in the royal city where everything was not on track.
Grow good food.
There has been some progress in the cultivation of Minggemi. Although it is not possible to mass-produce without the help of Ye Zhongming, it is still no problem for some core members to eat a bowl every day.
Daning, a former researcher from a multinational company, has really almost solved the problem of cultivating staple food that can increase the power of skills.
The curtain of the tent was lifted, and Xia Lei walked in. Her eyes wandered around Mi Ya, and she winked mischievously.
Mi Ya called Sister Xia Lei and turned red.
There is no way, Xia Lei just thinks about it, she is a female hooligan, even a posthumous female warrior like Miya can't stand it.
Xia Lei went over and grabbed a piece of meat to eat. Ye Zhongming rolled his eyes and handed the chopsticks to his woman.
"It's not like you can't eat it yourself, why do you have to fight with me?" He rubbed Xia Lei's hair angrily as a small revenge.
Xia Lei had no idea of embarrassment at all, she took the chopsticks and started to chop the rice, while Mi Ya smiled and prepared to add more rice to her.
Everyone knows that Xia Lei is the easiest to get along with when she is not angry. Of course, she is also the hardest to get along with when she is angry.
"Are you okay?" Ye Zhongming took a sip of tea and sighed in his heart. In his previous life, whether it was a hearty hot meal or a cup of hot tea, it was an extremely luxurious thing for him, but in this life, he doesn't need to say anything.
What, someone just brought these up, and the gap between them is so huge that it’s embarrassing.
Xia Lei chewed her rice, glanced at her man with beautiful eyes, and said vaguely: "Your little trick has been seen through, and I'm asking you to go out for a walk alone."
As she said that, Xia Lei suddenly slowed down her chewing, and moved her head in front of Ye Zhongming mysteriously and whispered: "If you can bring all the warriors from the Dawn Temple to Yunding, I don't mind at all.
One more sister!”
Ye Zhongming's hand holding the tea cup stopped in mid-air, and he felt a black line on his forehead.
"You don't mind, Miya still does!" After glaring at Xia Lei, Ye Zhongming stood up and walked out, preparing to meet the saint. He knew that it was time for him to come forward.
"I don't mind."
Mi Ya's words reached his ears, and Ye Zhongming staggered.
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Some breezes of unknown origin are blowing in the secret realm, bringing a mixture of fresh and earthy smells, but no one will be bored, because this represents the gestation and growth of life.
Sometimes, the Creator is so miraculous. In such a space that does not know when it will collapse, all things are surviving tenaciously in their own way.
The saint and Ye Zhongming walked in the open field with their hands empty. There were no guards in sight as far as their eyes could see.
"Aren't you afraid that I will do something to you?" Ye Zhongming turned his head and looked at the saint's almost perfect profile and asked.
"That's exactly what I want to say to you."
Not only did the saint give a tit-for-tat reply, she even looked at each other without showing any signs of weakness. If the hostility between the two had not been obvious, those who didn't know would have thought that this was a prelude to a kiss.
"Now is not the time to show off." Ye Zhongming shrugged noncommittally.
Ye Zhongming is already very familiar with this kind of secret battle of psychology and momentum before negotiations, and he is really not in a hurry. The longer the two sides talk, the more beneficial it will be to him.
And Ye Zhongming didn't think that what he said was just a negotiation technique, but that he was really confident that he could kill this saint in a duel.
Although he did not kill the Holy Father directly, he fought against a level nine strongman, which gave Ye Zhongming a lot of insights and experiences. Even because he absorbed the Holy Father's energy, he now feels vaguely connected to the entire space.
According to the three-legged weirdo, this should be touching the edge of some rules.
The saint was silent for a moment, her eyes turned to the distance, her eyes lost focus, revealing an extremely rare look of confusion.
These days were not easy for her, especially after she killed the Holy Father with her own hands.
Even if she thought it was right and necessary, when she actually did such a thing, when she pulled out the glorious scepter with blood from the body of the Holy Father, there was a mountain of pressure from herself and the outside world.
, which still made her a little breathless.
If the two giants hadn't stood on her side after hesitating for a while, she might not have been able to control the situation. Even now, there are still some voices that fiercely oppose her internally.
It was precisely because of the internal instability that she ignored a fact that should not be ignored - the posthumous people and the Genting Allied Forces were restoring their combat effectiveness at a terrifying speed!
When she realized this problem, the saint immediately found Ye Zhongming. She knew that she could not delay it any longer, otherwise it would not be a question of how much benefit could be gained through negotiation, but a question of genocide.
She would not think that when the posthumous people and Genting had absolute suppression, they would still talk nonsense with them at the negotiation table.
In fact, Ye Zhongming did think so.
When he, Xia Bai, Hongfa, Wang Zun and others all recover, the attitude of the Genting coalition will never be what it is now.
The Saint also knew that she was weak, so she calmed down and said, "We can discuss the conditions you proposed before..."
"No negotiation."
Ye Zhongming rudely interrupted the saint, "Those conditions will not be changed. I mean the conditions we proposed at the beginning of the negotiation, that is, on the first sunset."
The saint's eyes flashed with anger, and she suppressed her anger and said: "Don't go too far."
"There is a saying on earth that the situation is stronger than the person." Ye Zhongming responded calmly.
After saying that, he took two steps forward, thought for a moment, turned around, looked at the leader of Dawn Temple and said: "Not only that, our asking price has increased. In addition to those conditions, I also want twenty combat skills.
, five of them must be designated by us. And..."
The saint's face changed when she heard Ye Zhongming's temporary price increase. When she heard the word 'and', she had an unstoppable urge to bite this man.
But when she finished listening to the next half of the sentence, the saint already wanted to bite this greedy guy to death.
Ye Zhongming said that he also wanted - the twins of wind and thunder!