Way of Choices

Tang Thirty-six's tone of speech has always been the most hateful existence in the world, and no one likes it even when he doesn't swear.

But Chen Changsheng likes it, because Tang Sanshi is his best friend, and even more 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 choosing how to listen, this guy is always right.

Of course, this sentence of Tang 36 has no reason, but somehow it is perplexingly persuasive.

"How did you come?"

Chen Changsheng was very worried about Tang Sanshi's body.

Looking at the face of Tang 36, the strange high fever should have retreated, but his body should be very weak, otherwise he would not sit in a wheelchair.

Tang Thirty-six said: "How can such an important historical moment lack my presence."

Mrs. Tang looked at him frostly, ready to speak out.

"Don't force me to expose my ugliness."

After saying this, Tang 36 coughed up.

Ye Xiaolian quickly patted his back for him.

Tang Thirty-six waved his hand and took a white handkerchief from his sleeve to cover his mouth, his brow furrowed, and it seemed a bit painful.

No matter whether it is Tang Tangye or Chen Changsheng, some of them can't see whether the style of the wounded literati is true or not, so naturally it is not good to ask.

Xu Yourong glanced at Ye Xiaolian. Ye Xiaolian lowered her head in shame, and she knew that the two men had not gone to Hanshan at all, and they turned back halfway.

Tang Thirty-six ignored these and said to the devil: "Forgot to introduce myself."

The devil said: "I know you."

Tang Thirty-six said: "Yeah, you were really welcome to me in Baidi City. I didn't expect that I would be pierced with your tricks in ten years?"

The devil said calmly, "You are the best in the world."

Tang Thirty-six said: "It seems that you really don't know who I am."

The devil slightly mocked and said, "Do you think this way you can become Su Li?"

Tang Sanshizheng said: "Please allow me to introduce myself, I am your pen pal."

The devil said slightly, "pen pal?"

Tang Thirty-six said: "Yes, I have read your letter to your majesty, and I wrote all the first four letters to you."

Demon King said to Chen Changsheng very seriously: "This is a bit excessive."

Chen Changsheng explained seriously: "I am not good at dealing with people, and at first we were not familiar with it, and I was afraid of writing too embarrassingly."

The devil recalled the contents of the letters and said with emotion: "I thought you would lead me as a confidant from the beginning."

"Your Majesty, I still see you as a confidant and still willing to be your best friend."

Tang Thirty-six said to the devil: "So the old friend... give me the thing in your hand."

The devil looked at him quietly and suddenly asked, "Where does your confidence come from?"

Tang Thirty-six said: "I don't know, but neither my grandfather wants to play cards with me."

The devil said: "Don't bother to come off the court, want to come to your card skills quite well."

"My card skills are actually ordinary, far worse than grandpa and virgin, but I have a trick that can win the world."

Tang Sanshi said seriously: "I am best at lifting the table. If the table cannot be moved, then I will bet on the net."

"The Tang family is the richest man in the race. If you gamble with others, you will naturally win every bet."

The devil said slightly: "But if you want to gamble with me, I'm afraid I won't have much chips."

This is true, no matter how rich the Tang family is, how deep the foundation is, and how can it be compared with the Lord of the Demon Realm?

Tang Thirty-six said seriously: "That may not be necessary."

Suddenly there was a voice: "I follow."

The speaker was Xu Yourong, his expression was calm.

Wang Po also took Huaiyuan up.

More and more people have followed.

Chen Changsheng did not speak to Mrs. Tang, and everyone knew what they would do.

Tang Thirty-six sat in a wheelchair, staring at the devil's eyes, his expression unprecedentedly serious.

This gambling game is not the Tang family, nor the divorce, but the entire race.

The devil was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "Can the conditions in the letter still count?"

Chen Changsheng said: "Of course."

Tang Thirty-six said: "I will give you the biggest discount, according to the eleventh letter."

"it is good."

The demon threw the stone pestle in his hand to Tang 36.

Tang 36 extended his right hand to catch the stone pestle, glanced at it, and threw it to Mrs. Tang.

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

Including Chen Changsheng, no one was surprised by Tang 36's performance.

No matter how precious he is, he never takes it seriously. Many years ago, in the Baidi City, when he threw the scepter of the state religion to Chen Changsheng, he was so casual.

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

She clearly saw that when Tang Thirty-six picked up the stone pestle, the clothes behind her were instantly soaked and obviously extremely nervous.

The devil looked at Tang 36 and asked, "Are you really not afraid?"

Tang Thirty-six said straightforwardly: "I am not an idiot, how can I not be afraid!"

The devil said, "Why do you behave so calmly, and you can't see any flaws?"

"Probably because I was rich from childhood."

Tang Thirty-six added: "Whether material or spiritual."

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In the last conversation that night, Shangxing Zhou once mentioned that black robe may have some other means, but Chen Changsheng didn't care too much.

Now it seems that the last resort of the black robe should be this matter, but he did not expect that the devil's opposition will be so strong.

Regardless of whether Star Kill can be used, it is now in the hands of Mrs. Tang. I believe that even if the black robe appears, there is no way to grab it.

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

"Where is the altar?" Chen Changsheng asked.

Mo Jun gently waved his sleeves, and Mo Yan flowed up, gradually revealing the picture hidden in between, the snow old city looming.

Somewhere the magic flame is darker, as if it were unreal night, without any light remaining.

The altar is there.

Wang Po silently remembered that position in his heart, and turned away from the magic palace.

"The devil has a second demon? Where is the black robe?"

Chen Changsheng looked at the devil and said, "Since we have reached an agreement, why not let both sides shed less blood?"

The devil's lips moved slightly, with a self-deprecating smile, said: "Don't you see that, I'm alone now?"

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The orphan is a self-proclaimed emperor of the human race and is not suitable for use on the devil.

Just like the black obelisks on the hillside, no matter how big or small they are, they are not suitable for tombstones.

Thousands of black obelisks represent thousands of advanced demons who died on the battlefield.

The closer to the top of the mountain, the more distinguished the identity of the buried demon.

Of course, with the exception of the hapless heir of the huge Gué family, the princes and nobles of the Snow Old City rarely died on the battlefield.

There were cries and crying everywhere in the cemetery. That was the son of the noble lady who was crying to death, and she was broken into lovers.

Many nobles looked at the night sky with dust and a dull look.

They knew that the cemetery had been set up as an altar by the military division, and the news from this side was sent back to the Holy Light continent. So why did the pillar of light never come down and take them away?

The human race has already entered the snow old city, why do you still stand here?

The shouts and dense hoofs came from the night, it should be that the human cavalry was cleaning up the resistance in the city.

The princes and nobles were very numb, and they didn't even have a look of fear, as if they didn't hear those voices.

Wang Po stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the weeping woman and the walking noble, silent.

His eyes moved in the cemetery, feeling the energy contained in those black obelisk, confirming that the devil did not lie, this should be the altar.

But he still feels that there are some problems. This altar should not be enough to force open the space, let alone connect the two distant continents.

Or as the devil said, this altar needs to cooperate with the starry sky to fully play its role?

When Wang Po thought about these problems, in a remote corner on the east side of the hillside, a grave digger wearing shabby clothes and rickety back was about to leave.

The grave digger had just dug out a new grave pit and put it in a very ordinary body of a higher demon.

The grave digger in the cemetery, the corpses in the pit, everything is so normal, but it seems that the old city of Xue has just been broken, which seems very abnormal.

A calm gaze fell on the grave digger, watching him walk slowly towards the grass slope.

When the figure of the grave digger was about to disappear under the line where the grass **** intersected the night sky, Wang Po's voice rang.

"Again?"

The gravedigger stopped.

The night wind flicked the tattered clothes, only to see that it was not the cause of rickets, he was already short.

Not knowing how long it took, he finally turned around and said, "Okay."

His voice was still so hoarse.

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

The grassland in front of the Norilang Peak is the first encounter, and the swamp in front of the Snow Old City is the second encounter.

Tonight's cemetery is when they meet again, maybe for the last time.

Mo Shuai pulled out the big sword 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 Chen Changsheng wanted him to help write love letters... In addition, the spirit and material are relatively rich, and its practicality is not particularly appropriate here. Posted, but that was the evaluation I prepared for Tang Sanshi when I opened the book "Tian Tian Ji" three years ago. I have been waiting for it. I have never found a suitable opportunity. Now I have to finish the book. Can't use it, friends, we all want to be such people.)

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