The Demon Lords

Chapter 848 187: Son_4

Xue Three heard this and, with a mournful face, said:

"Thinking about it like this makes me feel even worse."

Siniang finished treating Xue Three's wound, stepped back two paces, looked at Fanli, and said:

"Ah Li, this time what you did wasn't exactly honorable."

Fanli scratched his head and showed a silly smile.

Liang Cheng seemed unwilling to continue discussing this topic and instead said:

"I'll go check out the military camp."

After speaking, he left.

Mo Wan wasn't here in the first place; it continued to watch the child.

The blind man suddenly laughed,

looking at the remaining demon kings present,

and said:

"Even if the issue can be considered over, everyone should be more cautious in the future; we should have fewer of those small private meetings.

This is my fault, I'll reflect on it."

The demon kings were not of one mind, forcibly severing the demon kings from my lord was very unrealistic, thus the so-called demon king meetings lost their original meaning.

"Easy for you to reflect, what about me?" Siniang said, "Last night when I went back and saw my lord asleep, I should have gone to Ah Li, and embroidered a flower on his body with a silver needle!"

Fanli scratched his head,

and replied:

"You can't beat me now."

"Shut up!" Siniang scolded with a silver needle in hand.

Fanli shut his mouth.

"Sigh..."

Xue Three let out a mournful sigh;

"I took the beating but didn't improve my skills at all? The more I think about it, the more it feels like a huge loss."

The blind man retorted:

"No, at least you proved that the so-called reverse fetter theory is wrong.

This elimination method was very necessary, and when combined with Ah Li's advancement, actually, the correct method has emerged.

That is to lay bare your heart to my lord, break the original barriers between us and my lord, let my lord see us more clearly, understand us, and recognize us.

With this approach, you should be able to advance."

A Ming chuckled,

and said:

"But the problem is, after what's happened today, it seems like the relationship between us and my lord has reverted overnight to the past."

Xue Three quickly said:

"It's a loss; all the goodwill I accumulated before, and all the fawning, was for nothing, a real loss."

"I don't see it that way." The blind man continued his theory, "As my lord said earlier in the front hall, do you still want to continue this life?

Arguments,

If between a couple, who doesn't argue?

Just make up after the fight, it could even enhance the relationship.

Always being so courteous isn't actually good, it makes things distant.

Now that there's been a fight, it might actually be a good time to say some heartfelt words, and both sides might listen more easily."

Xue Three looked at the blind man, puzzled, and said:

"Blind man, why are you so positive today?"

The blind man shrugged and said: "After all, life must go on, and you have to maintain an optimistic and positive attitude."

A Ming then said: "Blind man, are you rehearsing? Maybe as soon as we leave, you'll rush back to the mansion to have a heart-to-heart with my lord?"

"Don't talk about me, did that other cold one really go to the camp to inspect?"

He was, of course, referring to Liang Cheng.

Xue Three immediately cursed:

"Damn, that can't be so eager!"

The blind man smiled and said:

"A guy who can lead troops to battle, is it that hard to play with tactics?"

...…

In the courtyard,

Liang Cheng appeared again.

He bent down, began picking up the scattered weapons on the ground one by one, placing them back on the weapon rack, and then quietly stacked the shards of broken water jars in the corner.

Then, he walked to the damaged wall, pondered for a moment, but turned around.

"I thought you were going to rebuild the wall."

Zheng Fan didn't know when he had sat on the threshold, watching Liang Cheng in the courtyard.

Ever since getting to know Tian Wujing, Lord Zheng suddenly found that sitting on the threshold was quite comfortable; the view was good, the air was good, and the outside situation was all in sight.

Of course, the feeling of Lord Jingnan sitting there versus an old farmer with a rice bowl is completely different.

Hey, in this world, even the threshold knows how to judge people.

Liang Cheng walked up to Zheng Fan and slowly sat down on the threshold next to him.

He didn't sit below, nor did he deliberately lower himself, more like a friend, an equal relationship.

Zheng Fan didn't rush to ask why Liang Cheng came back, instead, he proactively took out a cigarette box, and pulled out two cigarettes, handing one to Liang Cheng.

Zombies can smoke, and they don't have to worry about adverse effects on their cardiovascular system or lungs.

But how can I say this, most of the pleasures in the world harm the body, and when you become cold, unbreakable, you lose many of the rights to enjoy pleasure.

Liang Cheng took the cigarette,

Zheng Fan took out a fire striker, lit his own first, but when he was about to help Liang Cheng light his, he saw Liang Cheng rub two fingernails,

"Crack"

A string of sparks flew out,

and then his cigarette was lit.

"Cool."

Zheng Fan tried snapping his fingers, hesitating whether to focus his blood energy to see if he could create a spark, but worried his fingers might just blow up.