Chen Changsheng was not Shang Xingzhou. He did not have the ambition or will to completely exterminate the Demon race, but he had his own ideas.
He hoped that the Demon race would become extremely weak, so weak that they would not dare to have any other thoughts about the Human race for the foreseeable future.
The Demon Lord had a very calm expression, devoid of anger. "And then you will open trade with us, the two Imperial Clans can even intermarry, and you will forcefully ban the Divine race's language and characters, leaving only those paintings and statues? Very coincidentally, this is also my plan. "
Chen Changsheng silently gazed at the gradually freezing tea in his cup.
There had never been anything new under the starry sky.
At this point, this conversation, this negotiation, could no longer continue.
The Demon Lord asked, "What I don't understand is, since your ideas are so firm, why did you come to see me?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "Because I want to know why you wanted to see me."
The Demon Lord looked into his eyes and said, "Even if you are not willing to negotiate, we can still cooperate."
Unable to negotiate, but able to cooperate, they were naturally targeting a third party.
This was also what Chen Changsheng had been most confused about before coming here.
The current situation was that the demi-humans had already decided to ally with Xuelao City, so their target was naturally the Human race.
What did the Demon Lord mean by 'cooperation'? Did he feel that Madam Mu could no longer control the situation? Would the demi-humans ultimately maintain their alliance with the Human race?
If this really was the case, what reason did Chen Changsheng have to cooperate with him?
"The situation has changed."
The Demon Lord raised his head to the plummeting snow and said, "On that night four days ago, the entire flavor of White Emperor City changed."
Chen Changsheng knew what he was talking about and replied, "I don't need to feel uneasy."
The Demon Lord shook his head. "I don't know what the White Emperor is thinking, and neither do you."
Chen Changsheng noticed that he was speaking of the White Emperor, not Madam Mu.
The Demon Lord said, "I've always suspected that the White Emperor was pretending to be asleep."
Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while, then said, "It's also possible that something really did happen to him."
The Demon Lord mocked, "Is it your habit to think the worst of everything?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "I'm just thinking on the bright side."
The two of them understood each other's meaning.
The Demon Lord replied, "You're too naive. Anyone who underestimates the White Emperor will be punished, even my mighty father."
Chen Changsheng asked, "If the White Emperor wasn't heavily injured and imprisoned, what was he trying to do by hiding it from the world?"
The Demon Lord replied, "Of course it's to sit on the mountaintop and watch the tigers fight … Don't forget, he has always been the world's most tyrannical tiger, callous and ruthless."
Chen Chang Sheng said, "You seem to be afraid of him."
"Old people are scary. They smell rotten."
A look of disgust appeared on the Demon Lord's face, as if he really had smelled something unpleasant.
Chen Chang Sheng said, "What does this have to do with me?"
The Demon Lord looked into his eyes and said, "We are all carrying a heavy shell on our backs, crawling forward step by step. This is very tiring."
Chen Chang Sheng remained silent.
The Demon Lord's eyes deepened. "How about we help each other and lift off that heavy shell?"
Chen Chang Sheng quietly looked at him and said, "You want me to kill my teacher?"
"So what? I even killed my father, and that teacher of yours has always been a madman. "
A strange expression appeared on the Demon Lord's face. "I just don't understand. Why does he find you so unpleasing to the eye?"
Chen Changsheng did not explain. This was a problem between him and Shang Xingzhou, not something that outsiders could understand.
"It's impossible for you to kill Shang Xingzhou by yourself."
The Demon Lord said, "I can help you. Once all those old scoundrels are dead, we can fight again. Wouldn't that be delightful?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "In my fight with my teacher, the demons will benefit the most."
The Demon Lord said, "I understand what you mean, so before that, I will also express my sincerity."
Even though Chen Changsheng had no such thoughts, he couldn't help but be shocked speechless at these words.
In the snowy plains of the northern demon realm, just who could be mentioned in the same breath as Shang Xingzhou?
Chen Changsheng had never imagined that the Demon Lord had actually been preparing to fall out with the person who had assisted him in his ascension to the throne, the person who had done the greatest service, even his teacher!
He had not imagined it, and he naturally found it hard to believe. These emotions appeared in his eyes.
The Demon Lord knew that this was truly very difficult to convince, but he could not give a reason.
"If you agree, I will naturally not fight with you over Xu Yourong and that female student of yours. I can even give my sister to you."
The Demon Lord smiled at Chen Changsheng. "In any case, she will always be with you."
Chen Changsheng still found it impossible to understand. "Just what do you want?"
The Demon Lord replied, "I've already said what I want. If you make up your mind in the future, there is no harm in telling me in a letter."
Chen Changsheng asked, "A letter?"
The Demon Lord replied, "In the past, Grand Scholar Tungus and the Pope of your generation often exchanged letters. We can also imitate them."
Chen Changsheng thought this over, then said, "If we can both leave White Emperor City alive, I will give you a letter."
Yes, survival was the prerequisite for everything.
Putting aside the many dangers hidden in White Emperor City, they were both the greatest threats to each other.
No matter how much peace talks, cooperation, assistance, or even friendship had been mentioned in this conversation.
If they had the chance, they would not hesitate to kill each other.
Like this moment when the conversation ended.
Snow incessantly fell.
The only tree in the courtyard had already turned white.
The only color came from the small clay stove.
Because the stove and the teapot were hot, and for some reason, the water in the teapot had never boiled dry.
Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord said no more. They quietly sat for a very long time, gradually becoming two snowmen.
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… …
Outside the courtyard were countless snowmen.
Furthest away were the leaders of the demi-human tribes, as well as a few valiant experts.
On the carriageway near the stone wall were several hundred Xiang clan suicide soldiers, led by Xiang Qiu, warily watching the area ahead.
The Xiang clan leader stood at the very front, already a majestic snowy mountain.
But he was not the closest to the courtyard.
Closest to the courtyard were five carriages, the Archbishop of the Western Wastes and the priests standing behind the carriages, all of them extremely respectful.
Besides the five carriages, there was also a group of people standing in the snow outside the courtyard.
These people included government laborers, a girl selling cosmetics, a fortune-teller, an old man selling sesame candy, and a blind zither player.
The Xiang clan leader stared at the blind zither player, his expression extremely solemn.
As one of the strongest experts of the Demi-human race, he, who was already half a step from the Divine, could not even see through this blind zither player?
And just who were the people in those five carriages? (To be continued.)
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