Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

He felt the need to remind the four masters who were far away in the field of magic energy, so that he must be vigilant, it is likely that Xia Qingchen is planning something.

"Xia Tongshuai, I don't think it's too early, so I will go back and sort out your information, and strive to popularize Mozu Putonghua as soon as possible." Sishou Tombman stood up smiling.

Anyway, Xia Qingchen wanted to hinder the exchange of hostages. It was too late, and it is time to leave for reasons.

"Eh! Sishou Tombman, I haven't finished talking yet. What are you doing in such a hurry?" Xia Qingchen pulled the sleeve of Sishou Tombman.

The latter smiled and said: "I'll talk about it later, how about letting me digest all of today's things?"

"Where does this follow?" Xia Qingchen held back.

The tomb-keepers of the four guards broke free of their sleeves and clenched their fists: "Commander Xia, come to Japan for a long time, let's chat again later."

Snapped--

Who knows, Xia Qingchen's palm was heavy, and the wine in his hand was pressed into the stone table.

"The four guardians of the tomb, it is you who talks about the language of the Mozu. It is you, who is not talking about it now. When you Xia someone is your servant, use it when you need it, and throw it away when you don't need it?"

Seeing that Xia Qingchen was angry, the four tomb-keepers were startled and quickly looked around.

I was afraid that the group of monsters who had not killed or blinked would suddenly come out.

"Where is Commander Xia?" said the four guards quickly: "I'm just..."

Xia Qingchen grinned: "Nothing is more than just, you want to go, please, but I don't dare to guarantee what happens."

At this time, the four tombkeepers were sitting on the wax.

No matter how confused he is, Xia Qingchen is forcibly retaining him, preventing him from summoning to remind the four lords.

Where his duties lie, he should remind Siye regardless of everything, but his life is threatened by others.

The two phases weighed each other, and of course the gravekeepers of the four guardians grinned and sat down again: "Well, let's continue, Don't be angry, Commander Xia."

Xia Qingchen immediately changed his affable face and said, "It seems that the four tomb-keepers still care about human beings, and they are willing to condescend to listen to a younger generation to talk about the language of the demon."

You can stop it!

The gravekeepers in the four guards are slandering. Isn’t it your warning to threaten me that I will stay here?

On the surface, our four guardians are still very interesting, and said with a smile: "Where and where, the master comes first, regardless of age, Commander Xia is willing to teach the Demon language, the old man is taught!"

So, the two continued to talk about the language of Mozu.

The tomb-keepers of the four guards are absent-minded. They watch the time pass by bit by bit, but Xia Qingchen talks about the characteristics of the language of the Mozu incessantly.

What are nine common grammars, twenty-eight syllables, one hundred common words and so on.

The four tomb-keepers were in a trance and only jotted down the notes, without attentive taste.

Time has become a torment for the four guards.

After a while, he felt that he was living like a year, full of sorrow.

In fact, his worries are superfluous.

Because the facts are progressing, he is desperate enough!

Magic field!

The four masters led the three old men and pressed the female demon to the lakeside of Hell Gate.

"Four Lords, is it really safe?"

"I once heard that Mozu is extremely cunning. How many of us passed by, what if we were trapped?"

"Yes, the hostages are still in our hands. If they are handed over to each other, they will have no scruples."

The three old men were very worried.

The fourth man also knew that their worries were not superfluous, but he was confident: "Relax, they won't!"

"The war between the two countries will not be cut, and the basic rules will still be observed by the Mozu."

Everyone thinks about it too. The war between the two sides is imminent. At such a critical point, the Devil Race should not be surprised.

However, Siye is not without worries: "The only thing I should worry about is that during the exchange of hostages, I was worried about accidents and conflicts, and our two languages ​​were not able to communicate."

The three old men agreed.

The exchange of hostages is by no means the handover of the person to me. I will hand it over to you and the two parties will agree on the details of the exchange of hostages on the spot.

Who needs to be released first, how to release, and whether the hostages of both sides are intact, etc., all need to communicate.

At present, they can only express their simple meaning through simple body language, and exchange words for hostages peacefully, barely making a living.

But in case of conflict, for example, they discover that the female demon clan is injured, and they are angry. They can't explain it in the devil's language, and they can't communicate effectively, and it is likely that an event that is harmful to them will occur.

"Is Siye talking about Mozu translation?" An old man said helplessly: "Only inside and outside the sea, the only one capable of translation is probably only the four guardians, but he failed to come."

"This is indeed a problem, but, we should have no choice and want to find a translator of Mozu language, which is simply not realistic."

Siye also sighed slightly: "Unfortunately, there were actually a lot of materials in hand, but they were not used properly."

If anyone can learn the Demon language best, it is none other than the four masters who have been stationed in Hell Gate for twenty years.

After the demon retired from the army, Siye was the biggest recipient of many things left by the demon. Unfortunately, he was not interested in learning the language of the demon. Most of the relics were damaged in the past two decades.

"Now we can only pray that our exchange process will go well," Siye said.

But he actually understood that there was little chance of trying to exchange hostages peacefully.

They are not easy to get along with the devil's mind.

Wow--

Suddenly, a white shadow jumped back and forth in the distant jungle.

At the same time, a wonderful young woman is chasing behind: "Dead dog, don't run!"

"Come on me!" Bai Ying shouted.

The three old men were immediately vigilant and secretly operated their power, ready to hedge one person and one dog at any time.

The girl saw several people standing here from afar, and the girl immediately said: "Hey! The first few, please help me to catch the pet. This is the Devil's pet dog that I have easily recovered!"

Who will help you?

The three old men waited indifferently, beware of the extreme.

It was a move in the heart of the Four Lords and asked, "Since your pet is from the Devil Realm, why do you speak human language?"

The girl chased and said, "I taught it!"

Siye's eyes turned: "So, will it also speak Devil's language?"

The girl was a little dazed and shook her head and said, "I don't know, when I catch it anyway, it will only scream and scream, I don't know if it is the language of the Mozu."

"Is that right?" There was a trace of anticipation in the eyes of the Four Lords, looking at the trajectory of the little white dog, leapt forward, and pinched the back of his neck: "Will you know the language of the Mozu, just try it and you will know."

With that said, he carried the little white dog in front of the witch clan.

Pulling away the sackcloth bag of the female demon, revealing its true appearance, the fourth lord shook the little white dog and said, "Communicate with her in the language of the demon."

The little white dog trembled, and there was a horrified hum in his mouth.

"Ask her what she is doing here?" The four grandfathers are very clever to test whether the little white dog really understands the language of the Mozu.

If the little white dog can really communicate, then she must know from the mouth of the female demon clan that she is here to exchange hostages.

The little white dog immediately opened his mouth, seemingly terrified, and hummed in the dog's mouth: "Sergey..."

The witch who hadn't paid much attention to the little white dog suddenly was a little clever, a little surprised.

Because, the little white dog was saying: "Dead Demon Clan, show it to the dog master, I was sent by Lord Xia Qingchen Chen!" (something, late)