After the Son of Heaven finished telling the past of the Mangying Beacon Camp, it was equivalent to telling Jiang Nanjun why he wanted to push the Ghost District to become the new God Emperor. After saying that, I didn't say a word again.

Jiang Nanjun sat in front of the window, constantly chewing on the story of the soldiers of the Beacon Fire Battalion, and his heart was full of bitterness.

He has been to the Xuanyuan Ancient Tomb, and he has also learned the power of the undead of 100,000 imperial guards, and he has even talked to the Ghost District. What I never expected was that one day, someone would say to themselves that the ghost as tall as a mountain ridge would become the emperor god of the Protoss.

And in the Fragmented Mountain Demon Dragon Cave, Xi Mutong's words kept echoing in his mind, shocking him at a loss: "Or we should help the Protoss find a more suitable candidate......

"Tong'er casually said that it is a more suitable candidate, has it appeared now? Could it be that this is the so-called providence?"

He pondered for a long time, and then looked up at the caracal.

When they first met, he was confined to prejudices, and simply thought that although this demon king was more beautiful than the hibiscus peony, he was just a demon with nothing on the surface, how could he really have any connotation?

It turns out that this ruthless son of heaven is such a loving and righteous character like a pine and cypress, he spares no effort to save others, how can he not believe him?

Thinking of this, he stood up, bowed to the caracal shen, and apologized: "Zimo is in this tomb of despair today, and it is an honor to see the true face of the Son of Heaven. This qiē is like a dream, but what makes me dreamy is not the garden or palace here, but I didn't expect that the demon king, who was rumored to be specious, was such a benevolent and righteous man. Zimo is reckless, he has offended a lot, I hope the son of heaven will not blame!"

Seeing that he apologized so sincerely, he was suddenly moved, and hurriedly grabbed him and said: "Jiang Nanjun is too worried, you and I are both temperamental, so why do you need to talk about these vulgar etiquette? As long as the words are clear, Brother Tai is not to blame, I will also breathe a sigh of relief." But I don't know what you think about this god's position......"

Jiang Nanjun smiled indifferently and said: "The Son of Heaven can rest assured, I also went to the Xuanyuan Ancient Tomb to see the ghost general, and I was shocked by his mighty momentum at that time." With his help, I can get what I want and get the sword. If I really have the opportunity to save those 100,000 unjust souls this time, I will die forever!"

Seeing that he not only agreed to help, but was also so resolute, he couldn't help but feel a lot of feelings, took his hand and sighed: "If the ghost area really becomes a god in the future, 100,000 resentful spirits will be saved, and the caracal will be a slave in the world, and repay the great kindness of Jiang Nanjun in this life!"

When Jiang Nanjun heard this, his white face turned red, and he said hurriedly: "How can the Son of Heaven be so serious? Zimo is a mortal, virtuous and incompetent, fortunately the ancestor Hui pen wrote this book, so that he can borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and the Son of Heaven must not be tormented!"

But in his heart, there was a knife stirring, and the pain was unbearable, "Since I should inherit the demon king and help the ghost area become a god, my sister Huanshu, what should I do?"

The Son of Heaven was not aware of his anxiety at all, and was looking at him earnestly, "A trip to the Xihai Private Prison, in addition to destroying the undersea hell, can actually meet the famous Jiangnanjun, this is a great luck in my life." Since you and I are both righteous people, we cherish each other, if the son does not give up, can you be willing to become brothers with me, and join hands with each other in the future to bless the world?"

"This ......"

Jiang Nanjun hesitated for a while, and his words were choked. Seeing his reaction, his eyes dimmed, and he smiled bitterly: "Desperation, please forgive me." How can I say it, I am also a demon king who is infamous all over the world, how can I tarnish my son's century-old reputation?"

When Jiang Nanjun heard this, he knew that he had misinterpreted his mood, and hurriedly explained: "Don't misunderstand the Son of Heaven, Zimo definitely didn't mean that!"

He actually remembered the battle with the immortals in front of the ancient tomb of Xuanyuan, and later, the various conflicts with those immortals, and his heart was infinitely desolate, and he secretly lamented, "No matter how loyal I am in the position of envoy in the world, how can I really get what kind of reputation? In the end, I was just framed by someone, and I couldn't even protect my beloved." Those so-called immortals, under the banner of loyalty and courage, how can they be worthy of the demon king in front of them, half a point of friendship?"

Thinking of this, he no longer had any worries, and humbly arched his hand: "It's not that Zimo intends to shirk it, it's just that the demeanor of the demon king is better than the ninety-five supreme in the world. ”

"Oh?" Killings laughed, "I heard that Jiang Nanjun was bent on dying a hundred years ago, and now he is still afraid of losing his life because of Death?"

Jiang Nanjun understood his meaning, and the two held hands and laughed together. (To be continued.) )