As if he had the ability to read minds, Bei Chenming looked at her with a smile: "I told you the truth, I didn't lie to you."
He just blurred the key points and avoided the important ones.
Yun Luo narrowed his eyes slightly.
This guy...
"Other purposes?" Jun Wuchen asked directly.
"It's hard to say." Bei Chenming chuckled and shook his head. I don't know if it's really hard to say, or if he is deliberately trying to keep things secret.
Jun Wuchen acted very coldly: "Then you can leave."
Bei Chenming was stunned for a moment: "Are you sure you want me to leave?"
He pointed to his nose, then to the fireball in mid-air, and said with a playful smile: "Don't you want to know how I solved the blood mist?"
Jun Wuchen said coldly: "Not interested."
Bei Chenming stopped talking.
Yunluo watched from the side, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.
This blood mist is really a headache, and they have no way to deal with it properly now.
Based on her understanding of Jun Wuchen, there is no way he would not be interested in this.
Could it be that the reason for being so cold is...
The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment.
The scene seemed to be at a deadlock.
Bei Chenming narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering what he was thinking about.
Jun Wuchen ignored him and kept talking to Yun Luo.
Yun Luo knew what he was doing and was willing to cooperate.
There were a lot of things that could not be dealt with in the capital, so the two of them started to discuss things by themselves, and the more they talked, the more they talked.
At the same time, Yun Luo was also continuously outputting spiritual power, supporting the fireball from dissipating, and firmly sealing the blood mist within it.
Although this is only a temporary measure, it cannot last long.
However, with Yunluo's current strength, it is not a problem to sustain it for ten days and a half.
Because of this, Jun Wuchen had the confidence to delay the negotiations.
Because now, he is not the one who is really anxious.
About one stick of incense time has passed.
Bei Chenming finally got discouraged and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "His Royal Highness King Jing, consider me convinced. Is it okay if I tell the truth?"
Bei Chenming's tone was quite sad and angry, revealing a strong sense of resentment.
Jun Wuchen glanced at him and said coldly: "If I had said no earlier, it would have been fine?"
"..." Bei Chenming became even more depressed.
"Tell me, what are you going to do with me?" Jun Wuchen asked calmly.
The corner of Bei Chenming's mouth twitched and he said speechlessly: "I haven't said anything yet, how do you know I have something to do with you?"
"Because." Jun Wuchen raised his lips coolly, "I have a brain."
"..."
The implication is that he has no brain?
Bei Chenming laughed angrily: "Then if you have the ability, guess what I'm looking for you for?"
When Jun Wuchen heard this, he glanced at him, his eyes seemed to be full of intellectual pity: "Is there any need to guess? It's obvious."
"Stop talking nonsense, guess!"
Bei Chenming looked at him unconvinced, "I don't believe you can guess it!"
He has never told anyone what he is thinking.
Unless Jun Wuchen has the ability to read minds.
Otherwise, he would never believe that he could guess it!
Yun Luo looked at Bei Chenming subtly, feeling intuitively that he might be slapped in the face again.
It is true that Jun Wuchen does not have the ability to read minds, but as long as he wants to guess, there is nothing he cannot guess...
It's so terrifying.
"You come to me for two reasons."
Jun Wuchen spoke indifferently, cherishing words like gold, "Chongyun Sect, Jiuzhou Banquet, right?"
Bei Chenming's pupils shrank, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "How did you know?!"