Of course, Ye Feng noticed the wordless monument and was very curious about it.
However, you, the human king, had been running for a long time and suddenly stopped here. He was not at ease at first glance, so Ye Feng pretended not to see it. It's all you like.
Returning to Huangquan, Zhuge Wolong and others came to greet him.
Ye Feng didn't say much and asked Zhuge Wolong to contact Marshal Deng and ask him to come to Huangquan.
Standing on the edge of the underworld, staring in the direction of the inner realm through the billowing gray underworld water, Ye Feng's eyes were filled with cold light. In "I Have a Date with a Zombie", Our Lady of Yaochi is not a good person, because
Love breeds hatred, and is ultimately controlled by fate. Now that Nie Xiaoqian's true body has fallen into the hands of Our Lady of Yaochi, who knows what her plans are.
Nie Xiaoqian, who had blue hair, walked slowly to Ye Feng, with complexity and worry in her beautiful eyes. She held his hand and spoke softly, "Ye Feng, don't worry, I can feel that the real body is not in any danger."
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With a faint smile on his face, Ye Feng hugged Nie Xiaoqian and whispered, "Don't worry, I will be able to rescue your true body soon."
"Well, I believe you!" Nie Xiaoqian nodded heavily, bit her lip and said: "Then I will practice first. If I practice the Nine Yang Ming Shen Jue to a great level, there will be no distinction between the real body and the phantom body.
You can bring your true body back!"
"Don't push yourself too hard!" Ye Feng raised his hand and gently stroked Nie Xiaoqian's dark blue hair.
"I know!" Nie Xiaoqian smiled sweetly, immediately left Ye Feng's arms, turned around and walked towards the house in the distance.
Looking at Nie Xiaoqian's leaving figure, Ye Feng's eyes showed a touch of gloom. As the phantom body and the real body were separated for a long time, the aura of Nie Xiaoqian who stayed in Huangquan became more and more unstable. I'm afraid it wouldn't take a month or two for her to die.
It will completely dissipate. The current Nie Xiaoqian is like a rootless Ping.
"Master Ye, Marshal Deng is here!" Zhuge Wolong walked quickly from a distance.
"Um!"
Ye Feng turned around and his figure suddenly disappeared from where he was.
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Sitting in the dimly lit room, Marshal Deng always felt that something was wrong with Ye Feng today, especially the smile on his face, which was full of sarcasm from beginning to end.
"King Wujiang, why did you come to see me?" Marshal Deng asked with a frown.
"Marshal Deng, I have done everything I need to do. When will my kingship ceremony be held?" Ye Feng asked with a smile in his eyes.
Marshal Deng's expression froze, and his pupils shrank suddenly, "King Wujiang, didn't we agree before? When China is completely stabilized, we will hold a king ceremony for you. Furthermore, the king ceremony is just a formality, yours
Your identity has been notified to the whole of China, and now who doesn’t know that you, Ye Feng, are the King of Wujiang?”
Hearing Marshal Deng's answer, the smile on Ye Feng's face became even brighter, "There are changes in no-man's land in various places, other countries are still ready to take action, and many powerful people from the island countries are lurking in China. It can be said that the current China can be described as wind and rain.
.So, I think that we in China should do something to inspire the people and scare the little ones. I think the king-conferring ceremony is the most appropriate."
Facing Ye Feng's eyes as deep as black holes, countless thoughts passed through Marshal Deng's mind, "King Wujiang, why are you obsessed with such a form?"
"Since you said it's just a formality, why don't you satisfy me?" The smile on Ye Feng's face suddenly disappeared, and there was a dazzling light in his eyes that shocked Marshal Deng, "Marshal Deng, let me ask, this is the title of king.
Will you hold the grand ceremony?"
Marshal Deng's eyes flickered and he did not dare to look at Ye Feng. He was silent for a moment and said, "I need to go back and discuss this matter with others!"
"Okay, I'll give you three days!"
"good!"
"Buzz!"
As Marshal Deng's voice fell, a roll of yellow spring water covered him and disappeared into the house.
Ye Feng held his chin with one hand, a fierce light flashing in his eyes, "I'm very curious, what exactly do you want to do!"
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In a conference room in the Southeast China Sea, Marshal Deng looked at everyone with a cold expression, "You all already know the matter, now tell me what you think!"
"I'm just wondering, why did that zombie suddenly propose to hold a king ceremony? Did he hear something about it?"
"Impossible, only the sixteen of us present know all the plans, there is no way they will be exposed!"
"Then what should we do now? If we can't appease that zombie, I'm afraid it will be difficult in the future!"
"It's too early, it's still too early!" A very senior general looked helpless on his face and shook his head: "According to the plan, the King Ceremony should be held after the changes in the no-man's land have been calmed down.
Organized. If we take action now, who will help us quell the monsters and monsters in no-man’s land?"
"Huh!" An old man took a deep breath, with a fierce light in his eyes, and said: "Then change the opportunity slightly, instead of killing him, control him!"
"How to control it? He is the second generation Zombie King, and his strength far exceeds that of the venerable master who demonstrated the Tao through force."
"If it doesn't work, just carry out the original plan. I don't believe it. Without that zombie, we China won't be able to deal with the monsters in no man's land!"
Listening to the chaotic arguments below, Marshal Deng felt a little pain in his head.
According to the original plan, China bestowed Ye Feng with the status of King Wujiang and used him to quell the civil strife in China. After this was accomplished, a grand ceremony for him to be crowned king was held.
The king-conferring ceremony is just a formality.
However, it would be different if the king-conferring ceremony was held in the Forbidden City, the capital of China.
The Forbidden City has been the place where Chinese kings have discussed political affairs since ancient times, gathering the fortune of the Chinese True Dragon.
Luck is a mysterious thing, but it can also be exploited.
Ye Feng is a zombie. If he is crowned king in the Forbidden City, he will definitely be counterattacked by the fate of the real dragon. Moreover, this is just one step to kill Ye Feng.
In any case, it is impossible for China to tolerate the existence of a dead king, let alone to make him king.
"Since he wants to be crowned king, let's crown him king!"
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the conference room.
Respect appeared on everyone's face. They all stood up and looked toward the door. They saw an old man walking slowly into the conference room with a cane.
"Everyone, sit down!"
The old man raised his hand and waved, with a majestic look on his face covered with age spots, "China is so big and does not need to rely on a zombie to support it. Since he has taken advantage of it, kill him!"
In the eyes of the old man, as the second-generation Zombie King, Ye Feng, who was able to crush Ye Feng, the master who had tried to prove the Tao, was like a cat or a dog.
As he said that, the old man slowly turned his head and looked at the young man following behind him, and said: "Xiao Bu, you will be responsible for this matter!"
"Yes, Grandpa!" The young man has a tall build, a resolute face, as sharp as a knife, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He seems to have a gentle temperament, but upon closer inspection, he is like a beast that has been dormant for a long time, which is terrifying.
