Chapter 467: Peace talks

Master, leave us alone, kill this old thing to avoid trouble! "
Struggling and roaring, Yelvyan's eyes were red.
Yan Tianxing also exudes decisiveness in his eyes, and solemnly said: Yang Daxia, death is lighter than a feather and heavier than Mount Tai. The old man can take this old ghost to the funeral together, and die well enough, you must leave us alone, hurry up and do it for the world. "
After taking a deep look at them, Yang Feng nodded faintly after thinking about it: Well, since you all said that...then take care! "
Said, old ghost, quickly hand over the solution to the black soul seal. They are determined to die, it doesn't matter, but you can't do anything to women and children. "
After speaking, Yang Feng looked at the ghost king and shouted: My wife and Yue'er can't live with your black soul seal forever. "
Uh!
With a twitch of face, Ye Luyan and the others heard Yang Feng say this, and immediately a black line fell, with a wry smile on their face, said: Um...No, Master, you only think about Master and Yue'er, so you don't care about us? "
Don't you already have the mortal consciousness? You don't care about it. "Blinking his innocent big eyes, Yang Feng looked back at them.
After slapped his lips twice, Yeluyan smiled brightly and sighed: I mean, if you are determined to kill that old ghost, just ignore us. But if you want to save your mother and them, let's save us too. Anyway, are you concerned about the safety of the hostages? It won't be much to save one more, ha ha ha. "
puff!
With a snicker, Yue'er shook her head slightly.
Hahaha...
The ghost king also laughed, calmly said: Yes, anyway, they are all hostages. Even if they are dead, Yang Daxia, you still have to worry about the lives of Mrs. Zun and Yue'er. It's better to worry about them a little more and they will be treated as gifts. Besides, the black soul seal that the old man put down this time is a little different from the previous one, so you'd better not touch the old man easily. "
What is the difference? "
Eyes narrowed, Yang Feng asked.
The corner of his mouth was slightly cocked with a touch of evil, and the ghost king couldn't help but decide: The old man's life is linked to them, and if the old man dies, the black soul mark in their body will also explode. So you can't kill the old man, unless you want Mrs. Zun and Yue'er to be buried together with the gifts. "
what?
His body shook violently. After Yang Feng rolled his eyes, he couldn't help laughing immediately, and patted the ghost king on the shoulder indifferently and said: Ouch, old ghost, what are you doing? I just joked with you, don't be so serious. What kind of hostage-taking game are you still playing with me? Between us, there is nothing to discuss, hahaha! "
Yes, what is there to talk about between us? Today, the old man hosted a banquet in honor of Daxia Yang’s family. He was supposed to have a good talk with Daxia Yang. It was you who made the atmosphere so rigid. What can I do? Do you think you are... ah? "
Looking down at his frozen body, the ghost king couldn't help but gestured with a smile.
After Yang Feng gave a dry laugh, he shrugged helplessly and waved his hand to thaw the old ghost.
The King of Ghosts regained freedom. After stretching his muscles and bones, he suddenly pointed to the dragon chair beside him and shouted: Come, Daxia Yang, please sit down. This dragon chair, which symbolizes the Ninth Five-Year Lord, has always believed that in the whole world, only the old man and the envoy are worthy of sitting. What other emperors of the ten empires are just jumping clowns, are they also worthy of being called the Nine-Five Lords? "
What you said makes a little sense, this old man is indeed worthy of sitting. "
Nodding fixedly, Yang Feng didn't refuse, and just sat on the throne.
The King of Ghosts smiled slightly, and sat next to him.
That throne is also big enough. Usually the emperor sits on it alone, full of domineering arrogance. Now two people sit on the same dragon chair, which is more than enough.
In an instant, the two-day contending for glory appeared in front of you.
Everyone on the scene knew that the real negotiation between the two big bosses was about to begin. As for their little friends, they were just for accompany.
Ji Shishi looked at Yang Feng who was sitting firmly on the dragon chair above, so calm and comfortable, with a sense of sight of the sovereign, and he felt a little dazed.
This dead ghost... looks like a real son, and it fits this dragon chair so naturally.
Yue'er smiled slightly, her eyes full of determination and hope when she looked at Yang Feng.
Ever since she first entered the capital and saw Yang Feng, she had already understood that the ambition of this heroic hero lies in the position of co-lord of the world.
So sitting on this throne now is a matter of course, not half cramped.
It can be said that the ambition of the ghost king and Yang Feng are the same, to dominate the world.
The only difference is that the King of Ghosts will lose, and Yang Summit will win!
Alright, everyone should go back to their seats. Now that Daxia Yang has arrived, the banquet begins. "
As if nothing had happened, the King of Ghosts waved his hand gently, causing everyone who had been nervous to sit down. Mo Shaoqiu and Yang Xiaoyi sat beside Yue'er and Ji Shishi respectively. , Take more care.
As for the gifts, they were taken back to prison and continued to look after them. "
what? Is it all right for us? "
Hearing this, Ye Luyan couldn't help but stunned, and exclaimed: We just got pulled out and slid around for a while, and we're done? Isn't it going to have a banquet? Also let us sit in a table and have not eaten for a day. "
A group of gifts, why do you still ask for so much? Take it! "
Waved impatiently, the ghost king gave an order, and the imperial forest army dragged them out again. Yelvyan resisted to death and shouted: Master, you are saying something. We have been in prison for a month. If you haven't eaten enough, at least you can ask Ghost King to bring us a dish. "
Stupid apprentice, don't you see that I am going to negotiate with this old ghost for a while? Any condition must be negotiated after fierce debate, and a fairly rigorous treaty must be worked out to ensure everyone's interests. If you put such trivial matters in the negotiation treaty, you have to make a concession in other areas as a teacher, do you think it is appropriate? If you suffer from bitterness, you will be a master, so be patient. "
With a long sigh, Yang Feng also looked embarrassed. Ye Luyan understood this, and nodded Shen Shen, no longer struggling, followed the Yulin Army to the cell, and secretly blessed Yang Feng in his heart.
Master, I wish you a smooth negotiation. Come on.
But only heard the chattering of Yang Feng and Ghost King suddenly came from behind.
By the way, old ghost, what kind of dishes did you prepare for this state banquet. "
This old man didn't care very much, but the royal chef should prepare it as a normal state banquet. What, does Yang Daxia have any taboos? "
No no no, I have no taboos. It’s just that I ate a roast suckling pig in this palace last time. It was pretty good. Make me a few more and I will go back and eat it slowly. "
This can be added to the peace talks treaty. "
It's okay, a little thing, I don't care, give me two more. "
OK, hahaha! "
puff!
The ghost king let out a big laugh, and Yeluyan staggered, almost squirting out a mouthful of old blood, and then looked back at Yang Feng's grinning smile with a grievance, almost crying.
Master, how rigorous you are with this peace talk, oooooo...