The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Cang Yuan returned to the bedroom, still looking a bit solemn and angry. Yao Guang saw him coming back, stood up and walked forward, and asked softly:

"How was the conversation?"

Cang Yuan frowned slightly and told Yao Guang everything that had happened:

"That little beast from the Shura Clan actually wanted to make my Ghost Clan surrender to him. Although the envoy cleverly explained that it was a cooperative alliance, everyone knows Sima Zhao's intention.

I have rejected it sternly and sent a messenger to tell him that if the little beast is really sincere, he should come to negotiate in person, otherwise he should not bring up this ridiculous matter again. "

After hearing this, Yaoguang pondered for a moment and said, "The Shura clan is powerful. If Di Yin dares to act like this, he must have been prepared.

But we the Ghost Clan are not afraid of war, but if a war really breaks out, both sides will inevitably suffer losses, and the situation in the demon world will fall into chaos."

Cang Yuan paced in the bedroom, "I know the pros and cons of this. But the dignity and freedom of the Ghost Clan cannot be violated. How can I easily hand over the lives of my people to others? If that little beast thinks that a few empty words can make me surrender, then he is very wrong."

After hearing about this, Su Yang became very anxious. This day had finally come.

"No! We must not let this tragedy happen. Since I can travel through time, I can certainly change history!"

He hurriedly packed a small shoulder bag and put it on his back. The bag contained a few so-called "treasures", which were actually all kinds of snacks that he loved to eat on a daily basis.

There were sweet demon world spirit fruit candies, crunchy ghost potato chips, and sticky demon plant pastries, all of which rushed towards the Shura Palace alone.

Under the slightly dim sky of the demon world, his figure was like a small but determined star, breaking through the heavy haze.

Finally, Su Yang arrived at the gate of Shura Palace, which was tall and majestic and exuded a majestic atmosphere.

The demon soldier in front of the door stood tall, like a statue made of black iron, holding a weapon that gleamed with cold light, and looking around vigilantly.

Su Yang was well prepared. He held up the token stolen from Hua Jianli high up. The token flashed with a unique light, as if telling of the authority it contained.

"When you see this token, you will see the Great Demon Lord in person! Anyone who dares to stop me will be killed without mercy!"

Seeing this, the demon soldier leaned forward slightly to check, and after confirming that everything was correct, he stepped aside to make way. Su Yang then strode into the hall with his head held high.

In the main hall, Di Yin was sitting in front of the table. His figure was like an ancient and steady mountain, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

His deep eyes stared intently at the parchment on the table. The magic pen in his hand was like a nimble snake, writing something on the paper. There seemed to be magic flowing between the strokes, and there was a faint flickering light.

Hearing the footsteps approaching from afar, he raised his head slightly and saw a little potato running in with a big package on its back.

Su Yang had been running all the way and was indeed thirsty at this moment. He glanced at the teacup on Di Yin's desk without waiting for Di Yin to react.

He took a quick step forward, grabbed the teacup, and gulped down the tea.

Seeing him so unrestrained and daring, Di Yin felt an inexplicable interest in his heart.

"Who are you? Don't you know that you should greet me first when you see me?"

Su Yang put down the teacup carelessly, waved his hand, and said, "Uncle Wang, let's not do those useless things for now. You must give me an explanation today."

Di Yin was slightly startled, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Uncle Wang? Are you calling me?"

Su Yang rolled his eyes, "Aren't you talking nonsense? There are only two of us in this room, who else should I call if not you? Should I call a ghost?"

"When did I become your uncle?"

"Don't worry about this. It will take a while to explain it to you anyway.

As for me, I am here to inform you today that you should not think about getting into trouble with the ghost tribe. Just live your life well, which is better than anything else."

Upon hearing this, Di Yin couldn't help but laugh, "Who did I think you were? You are from the Ghost Clan. What's your name?"

Su Yang did not answer but asked: "What about you?"

Di Yin's face darkened, "How dare you! Do you think you can ask my name?"

Su Yang imitated Di Yin's tone in a weird way, his voice was shrill and weird: "How dare you ask my name~ Oh, I'm really scared!

Uncle Wang, you want to become the overlord of the demon world. I understand you. After all, who doesn't want to become bigger and stronger? But we have to be reasonable, right?

The ghost tribe didn't provoke you or offend you, so why are you making things difficult for them?"

Di Yin frowned, gradually losing patience with Su Yang's nonsense, and directly ordered him to leave:

"Go down. Our tribes haven't started fighting yet, and I don't want to be stained with blood too early."

"Hey~ Uncle Wang, don't bully me for being uneducated. When two countries are at war, they don't kill envoys."

Su Yang took out the snacks he brought from his bag and piled them on Di Yin's desk, chattering non-stop:

"Uncle Wang, look, this is the delicious food I brought for you. I can't bear to eat more of it myself. Please don't fight me after you eat it."

"..." The veins on Di Yin's forehead jumped twice, and the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

"Uncle Wang, do you want to try it? It smells very good." Su Yang blinked and looked at Di Yin.

Di Yin endured it again and again, and finally waved his sleeves to sweep all the snacks to the ground, "How dare you! Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"

Su Yang was stunned for a moment, then happily picked them all up again, "Uncle Wang, don't be so anxious to get me out. If you kick me out now, you will definitely regret it later."

"How can I change my behavior just because of your words? Your Ghost Clan has been growing in power in recent years and has become a threat to the status of my Shura Clan. This is an indisputable fact."

Su Yang stood up from his seat.

"Bullshit! What threats or no threats! These are all excuses! If you start a war, how many innocent lives will be lost? Have you ever thought about it? Do you know what kind of chaos the demon world will fall into?"

Di Yin was unmoved. "In this demon world, the law of the jungle prevails. If you ghosts are capable, you can compete with my Shura clan. Instead of sending a brat like you to try to convince me with words."

Su Yang was so angry that he stamped his feet on the spot, "You are simply unreasonable! Although I am young, I also know the value of peace. Do you think you can get everything if you win the war?

Wrong! War will only bring hatred and destruction. Even if you dominate the demon world, it will be a devastated world. What's the point?"

Su Yang spoke until his mouth was dry. He looked at Di Yin's cold and resolute face, and his determination to start a war was still not shaken in the slightest.

In an instant, grievance, anger and helplessness surged into his heart like a tide, and tears burst out uncontrollably, flowing freely on his tender cheeks.

He cried and said, "You... why are you so stubborn? Once the war breaks out, it will be an endless nightmare.

On the battlefield, swords are blind, demonic shadows crisscross, and blood will flow like rivers, dyeing the earth a dazzling crimson.

Families will be torn apart, countless children will lose their parents, wives will lose their husbands, and parents will lose their children. Those originally peaceful and harmonious tribes will be reduced to ruins in the flames of war, and the laughter and joy of the past will be replaced by miserable cries. "

Su Yang cried and wiped his tears with his sleeves. "Besides, after the war, even if you win, the demon world will be devastated. The hatred between different ethnic groups will grow and spread like a cancer.

The flame of revenge will burn in the hearts of generation after generation, and it will never stop. Is this kind of demon world really what you want to see?"