"Zhao Dehan?" Qin Ye raised his eyes unexpectedly: "Did you ask Hou Liangping to catch him?"

"Who?" The second generation monk Zhang Er was confused and was the literal monk...

"It's okay..." Qin Ye coughed lightly, and his fingers hit the back of the chair rhythmically. Zhao Dehan...is it him again? Isn't it a bit coincidental? Is this name poisonous?

However, he also reminded him.

It's time for the underworld to rectify the state affairs.

This state affairs do not mean state government affairs, but state civil servants.

There are no parties here, but they are replaced by the King of Hell. However, the official-oriented thought is almost engraved in the bones of the Chinese people. To get rid of this idea, two or three generations, we must do it. The world is eager to develop the economy and has not taken this into consideration, but... the underworld, his kingdom, has to dispel this idea from the beginning.

The official position is a breeding ground for corruption. If it weren't for the second generation's confirmation, who would have known that the one who had an affair with Mirage City was just such an inconspicuous city god?

However, now is not the time to consider these things. The Nara Conference is imminent. When the Nara Conference is over, what is more important is the energy plan. You can only look at when you think about it. If you have time, you will first issue a charter and then implement it. Let Yincha supervise it first... it is not possible. Yincha is also a vested interest. So... you should not set up a new department, such as Jinyiwei? East-West Factory?

"What do you think?"

"Nothing..." Qin Ye replied casually, suddenly thinking about it: "Brother Xu, in fact, I have always admired you very much for being able to cross the world."

Brother Xu smiled and showed a great wisdom of "I'll just watch you make trouble."

"But...you travel to other starry skyscrapers. Don't you eat? Food is the most important thing for the people. How long has it been since you tasted authentic Japanese food?"

"It's around June 7th? I'll invite you to Japan for authentic Japanese cuisine, how about it?"

You stand there and you are a lightning rod!

2. Lightning rod. Dai took a sip of tea: "Although it is far-fetched, it can actually come over... Your shamelessness is far beyond the style of the generation back then, and I am very optimistic about you."

He sighed: "Actually, if possible, I'm willing to help you stand on this stage."

"But?" Qin Ye raised his eyebrows.

"But, the kings of the other underworlds have learned their lessons long ago." He said lightly: "My power does not belong to true qi or yin qi, but it is a mixture of the two. It is extremely conspicuous among a group of haras. If I come forward, anyone will find that my power is rejected by the world and cannot be used. At that time... who can protect you?"

"If I don't go, they will restrain themselves."

"Go and try it." He curled his smile and looked straight into Qin Ye's eyes: "No matter what the result is, any king of Hell will experience this. For the first time a generation meets the heroes of the world, are they not as anxious?"

"Everything is growing from hardships. It is impossible to sit and enjoy its success."

He personally poured Qin Ye a cup of tea: "Use tea instead of wine, I wish you... there will be a time to survive the wind and waves."

Qin Ye looked at him deeply, smiled slightly for a long time, picked up the teacup and touched it gently.

"Hang straight on the clouds and sail across the sea."

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Sand... A letter was taken out of the envelope and was pinched by a hand covered with bones. The owner of the hand was a ragged cloak, bathed in the red fire of karma.

The yin energy on his body seemed to be boiling every minute and every second. Under his black robe, countless blood-red eyes opened and quietly disappeared. The only head without such a vision was a skeleton like an elephant's bones. Two ghost fires the size of needles in his eye sockets.

In the underworld, there are many different forms of evil. However, no matter who sees it, even the Duke and ordinary Yan Luo, they must respectfully shout: Lord Yanmo.

One of the four permanent members, the master of the Indian underworld, and the chess player of the world - the God of Death Yanmo!

"One of the four common people is just a team of forty-three people?" Yan Mo sneered hoarsely under his cloak, and said disdainfully: "I'm afraid I can't even squeeze it out, right?"

He handed the letter aside casually: "You can take a look, too."

A human hand took it. Its owner was a handsome man like a god.

He carried a pure gold crown with black gems inlaid with black gems. If the Yin Qi in the seven orifices had not always been up and down, it would have almost never looked like Yin Da.

However, he sat with Yan Mo.

The sleeping god, Xiupunos, one of the four permanences, the twin god of the god of death, Tanatus!

Xiupunos looked at it for a few seconds and smiled: "The third representative Qin Changxin? The uncle? Which corner of this is the mess that crawled out? I am bluntly speaking, I have never heard of such a number of evil people. Using these maggots-like things to speak on behalf of the King of Hell is because I don't lose enough prestige in the Chinese underworld in the international community?"

"If the second generation of Hell is here, I can recognize this team. But he is not there either." He smiled and picked up a European-style cup and took a sip of comfortably: "The light of the setting sun is always so dim, so dim that it wants to make people laugh... the mess that is hard to support... is still a mess."

"From the information we have collected, as well as the reaction attitude of China's country in the Russian forbidden arts incident, we can confirm that the fact of decline is hidden in the underworld of China." Just beside him, a figure who was five meters tall spoke slowly.

He is not like a human, or humanoid, with a dog's head on his body. The dog's head is covered with a blue crown of Nimes. He is drowned in a yin energy. He gently strokes the scepter in his hand: "This is the reason why we can sit together. After all... the private gathering of the leader of the three Standing Committee members, the God of Death, hasn't been in hundreds of years."

His eyes swept over the two gods of death and said quietly: "The opportunity must not be missed. Then... who will fire this first shot?"

silence.

After ten minutes, Yan Mo snorted coldly and said lightly: "I'll do it."

"Oh?" Anubis ghost fire flashed. Before he could speak, Yanmo sneered: "You don't speak, aren't you just waiting for me to speak?"

He stood up, and countless venomous snakes slid out from under his cloak. They turned into yin energy and disappeared. A smile broke out along the corner of his mouth on his skeleton-like face: "I am the only one who is the most qualified to accuse them of being irresponsible."

His yin energy swept out like a storm, and the space was buzzing wildly, as if hundreds of evil spirits were wailing at the same time. In his bones, two red ghost fires instantly turned into spraying fire waves, hoarse and unswerving excitement: "Only I am qualified to say that the situation in Asia for a hundred years is maintained by the Mauryan Dynasty."

"It's still me who is qualified to point at their noses and say: You... should have gone down from this position long ago! You are not worthy of this position! You do not have this qualification!"

"It's still me who are qualified to influence other countries in Asia that can vote!"

His voice rang through the hall like thunder. After a few words, he looked to the other side: "Are you right?"

This is a tall wooden building room with various famous Japanese Ukiyo-e paintings. What they are stepping on is soft tatami. Around them are lacquered gold vases, with red red flowers as red as blood. Outside the open sliding door, there are shaded flowers and trees swaying with ghost fire.

Just under the tree, around a stone table, there were several digits sitting.

There are everything from the Duke to the Yan Luo!

"Yes." A woman wearing a Japanese kimono, without other facial features, and only a mouth left on her face bowed and smiled: "I have never had a corpse position and I have been sitting in this position for decades. Why?"

"We are born to be a cattle and horse, and they are born to be above and above?"

"The times have changed." A slutty girl, who was like a black hole, had only a golden eye cracked in the center, said hoarsely: "This is not the pre-underworld period when the underworld of China was domineering. The four constants...there are indeed more voices. There are nearly two hundred countries in the world, so aren't it just five constants?"

A god of death with a skeleton mask and other bodies were shadows said hoarsely: "In this world, only interests can be allowed to sit firmly. They... have not given benefits for nearly a hundred years. Why should they sit in this position with peace of mind?"

Of course, these are nonsense.

What’s important is... They and the underworld of China are not ghosts along the way.

"Very good." Yan Mo nodded slightly, turned into a cold wind and disappeared: "Wait... Since he doesn't want to leave, then... let's strip it naked in front of the world."

If it weren't for the position of the Four Constant Ones, who would be willing to sit together?

Only Shupunos and Anubis remain.

The two gods of death looked at each other, Anubis waved his hand gently, and the wooden door closed softly.

"I've already smelled the smoke of gunpowder." He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips: "But... that's not enough."

"The Chinese country has too deep a foundation, which is not enough to make them bow their heads."

He looked at Shupnos: "So... the real killer move, I hope you are ready."

"Of course." Shupunos lowered his head and flipped the ruby ​​ring on his finger: "For this day, we have been waiting for too long...numerals below who are looking forward to this location are not bad, and they are also sensible."

Anubis laughed. His body turned into yellow sand and drifted in the air: "Since that's the case, I have a big gift to give to this new king of hell."

"After all,... strength is expressed in many ways. The negotiation table is just one side, isn't it?"

Everyone pushed the wall down, but there was no warmth in the international political arena.

When you are frustrated, you must step on the bottom of the mud instead of pulling you out of the mud.

If this is a magnificent sea, now it is centered on the underworld of China, and undercurrents are surging.

Just a little friction will turn into a tremendous wave!

Of course Qin Ye knew this, and he knew even more that he could not stop coming. No one could break away from international development. Moreover, he had to firmly hold the position of the Four Constant People!

Therefore, he led a team of forty-four strange ambassadors to stand at Pengqiu Port.

"Take care." Only the second generation came to see them farewell, and Qin Ye did not ask anyone else to give them away.

The second generation clasped their fists and bowed sincerely: "After this time, you will know more."

The task is heavy and the road is long... Qin Ye sighed: "Where are you relying on?"

"You wouldn't let me just walk like this, right? You said there was, but I wasn't prepared."

"Don't worry." The second generation smiled and waved his hand, and the entire harbor was shining with golden light.

Haha... all the secrets took a breath silently.

"It is called...Li Xian." The second generation spoke in a daze: "It was obtained by this king in a certain fairy plane. Using this thing to settle those local buns... is more than enough!"
Chapter completed!