"Peacemaking?"

Youjun, who was reading the history books of the demon clan, heard the news and his expression on his face became playful.

According to historical records of the demon clan, since the establishment of the Daxia, the number of peace talks between the human race and the demon clan has reached an astonishing thirty times.

Especially the current empress's grandfather Xiaozong, who negotiated peace with the demon clan nine times during his reign, was nicknamed Xia Hezong by his predecessor.

Therefore, in the case of occupying an unfavorable situation, it was not too unexpected for the human race to propose peace talks.

Youjun smiled and put down the book in his hand, and asked slowly, "Who is the one who came to discuss peace?"

The demon soldier who came to report replied: "A big bearded monk looks like he has a low cultivation level."

Youjun pondered for a moment and ordered: "Invite him in."

The demon soldiers took the order and soon led a man to the big tent.

When Youjun looked at the people coming, he saw a bearded monk with fair skin walking in. The monk was fearless, with a kind smile on his face, and his robes were unique. He did not embroider the Sanskrit mantra, but was printed with...copper coins?

Youjun was stunned, then saw the monk performing a Buddhist ceremony and bowed slightly and said, "I am the elder of Jinshan Temple. I came to discuss peace on behalf of the human race. Lord Youjun just call me the Dharma name Eight Arm."

"Eight-arms?"

Youjun looked at the monk in front of him curiously, feeling that this magic name was indescribable.

The monk smiled and nodded: "Well, just call me dad and compare."

This bearded monk is Wu Jun who has changed his face and sneaked into the enemy camp.

In order not to be seen through, I shave my hair and change my breath. Even my beard is a real beard grown from taking healing medicine.

This disguise really deceived Youjun. Youjun was silent for a moment and said, "What are your conditions for peace talks?"

Wu Jun's face turned solemn and said, "The demons retreated. Our humans recognize the demons' interests in the 100,000 mountains and will no longer attack them."

Youjun was amused by the ears: "You seem to be saying the opposite. Now we are attacking you, and the 100,000 mountains are within reach of our demons."

Wu Jun shook his head and said, "Your Lord is such a bad word. The demon clan has a long lifespan. There are countless hidden demon clan powers hidden in the 100,000 mountains, and there are even powerful people in the holy realm. If the demon clan and our human clan form an alliance with them, you will face the dilemma of being attacked from both sides."

Youjun remained silent, but Wu Jun had already found that he was a little shaken in his heart. He was telling the truth of his words and said loudly with a firm expression: "The dragon you meet in the capital is one of the saints of the dragon clan that cannot be found in the hidden world!"

"There are also ancient demon saint stone monkeys in the Western Regions. In addition, our human race also has great wisdom Buddha, flame demon, holy master, Brahma and other holy realms. If we really want to force us, we can't even kill you!"

Wu Jun said, and took a step forward with righteousness and released the breath left by the Buddha of Great Wisdom in his body, finally making Youjun convinced-

The human race also has powerful people in the holy realm!

Youjun's eyes became serious and he said, "It's okay to have a truce, but I want to see your sincerity."

Wu Jun nodded slowly and asked, "What are your conditions?"

Youjun said: "Send the Seventh Princess of the Demon Clan, I know she is in your hands."

Wu Jun pretended to be embarrassed, paused for a moment, and agreed, "Yes, but can you decide on the alliance? I heard that the military governor of the Demon Realm is Chi Zhujun. If she had nodded, I was afraid that this covenant would not be counted."

Youjun didn't expect that the human race would understand the situation here so much. He couldn't help but be stunned. Then he thought of Yan Jun's rebellion, and a hint of anger appeared in his heart, but he smiled on his face, "Child Zhujun will be here soon."

As the words came to the ground, a gloomy demonic energy was released from his body.

Immediately afterwards, the footsteps sounded, and Chi Zhujun walked from a distance with a blood gun in his hand, his figure flashed and came to the big tent.

Chi Zhujun glanced at Youjun with an expressionless face and asked, "What are you looking for me?"

Youjun smiled and introduced: "This is the Eight-Armed Zen Master from Jinshan Temple. He came to discuss peace on behalf of the human race. I thought about it over and over again and felt that the cession of the army would be beneficial to both families. Now I am just waiting for Chizhujun to nod."

Chi Zhujun looked at Wu Jun and his brows frowned slightly.

At the same time, Wu Jun's gaze was sweeping quickly on her.

Although her appearance looks no different from ordinary people, Wu Jun found from the subtle points that her right hand was weak, her upper body was slightly bowed, and her feet were messy...

The Demon Peng said right, this Red Candle Lord—

There are indeed hidden injuries on the body!

Wu Jun's eyes narrowed and he continued to look at her spine.

At this moment, Chi Zhujun suddenly spoke, "You are the military advisor, you are the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one

As he finished speaking, Chi Zhujun held Wu Jun with his right hand and sucked Wu Jun in front of him, grasped his collar, and an unquestionable voice rang out: "I've stayed this person!"

Youjun was stunned and confused, saying, "What are you leaving him? He is a human envoy. Who will leave him to send a message?"

"Send someone to go, that's your problem."

After Chi Zhujun finished speaking, he picked up Wu Jun and disappeared into the tent without explaining.

Youjun, who was confused, frowned in confusion.

On the other hand, Wu Jun was taken to the demon palace in Longchoujian by Chi Zhujun, and was thrown by her onto the embroidered bed that originally belonged to the Seventh Princess.

Looking at Chi Zhujun walking towards him, Wu Jun felt a sudden sigh of heart: "Female donor, I am a monk, and I am not close to women!"

Chi Zhujun paused, stopped in front of Wu Jun, and said with a cold look: "You can see it."

Wu Jun tilted his head in confusion and tentatively said, "What did you see?"

"I can see that I have injuries."

Chi Zhujun opened the right path and continued, "Your eyes have been looking at my old wounds."

Wu Jun's heart sank, looked at Chi Zhujun with a determined expression, and knew that it was useless to pretend to be stupid, so he let out a long sigh and nodded, "I can see that you should be very hurt."

Chi Zhujun took off his armor and exposed his red clothes. Then he removed the red clothes and turned his back to Wu Jun: "What are you seeing now?"

Wu Jun carefully looked at Chi Zhujun's back and saw that her back was smooth and fair, like a piece of white jade with a slim figure, and a perfect curve with her shoulders. There was a bulge in the middle of her spine, with thick white bones exposed, which looked very terrifying...

Wu Jun diagnosed her condition and said without thinking: "It's very white, and it's a little bit explicit..."

Chi Zhujun turned red, put on her clothes, turned around, and looked at Wu Jun with a hint of expectation: "You are the first person to see my secret injury. Can you heal my injury?"

Wu Jun thought for a while and said, "I have some confidence. To treat your injury, seven points rely on medicine and stone, and three points rely on rest."

Upon hearing this, Chi Zhujun couldn't help but look happy: "That's good, now we're just in time to quit with the human race, so we can have time to heal!"

Wu Jun nodded, then said with a sigh: "The remaining ninety is up to God's will."
Chapter completed!