Transmigrated Into a Smashing Asura Girl

The old patriarch frowned and interrupted him again, disgustingly said: "Forget it, it makes me creep up! You call me Patriarch Xiu, how about I call you Emperor Shenglan?"

Interrupting the old emperor's words twice is already considered very rude... The surrounding guards all glared at the patriarch.

However, it is not the way of hospitality to surround guests with three layers inside and outside—you are disrespectful to me, why should I be polite to you?

The old emperor also understood this, so he just took a deep breath and continued to smile: "...Okay, Patriarch Xiu, let's talk about the ownership of the west coast."

In this conversation, the meanings of the two parties are:

Emperor Shenglan: Oh, the west coast has been the place of our Shenglan since ancient times. Naturally, it will not be easy for you to build a food city.

Of course, we don't let you use it, but don't we have to give us some benefits?

Old patriarch: I'm sorry, ten thousand years ago... let alone the West Coast, two-thirds of Shenglan's territory is still under our control!

Even in the past few thousand years, no human race has been active on the west coast. Now you want to divide the west coast into your territory, what's the benefit of empty gloves?

The two parties could not stop arguing.

Sikong Yueyi kept her gaze blank the whole time, she had no intention of helping her at all.

Judging by the look she occasionally showed when she came back to her senses, she seemed to hope that the Asura tribe would make her scumbag father feel embarrassed.

The old emperor patted the armrest of the dragon chair and said angrily: "Our map of Shenglan is clearly drawn, and the west coast has existed on it for thousands of years—even if there are no people, it is because there are dangers there, and the people don't want to go there. That's all!"

The old patriarch was not to be outdone: "What can a map explain? According to what you said, I will draw a map of the Shura tribe tomorrow, and enclose the entire Shenglan in it. Is it true that Shenglan is also my territory?"

Yue Ge and Zhu Yu quietly watched their dispute.

"It's also fortunate that my father was able to break up with him for so long..." Yue Ge sighed.

After all, the Asura clan has an absolute advantage in this matter.

Negotiations, one is to be reasonable, and the other is to have strength and deterrence.

The Asuras are naturally right. After all, the gates of their homes for thousands of years should not be designated as their territory by a human empire, right?

But in terms of strength...

There is a forest of demon beasts between the west coast and the settlement of Shenglan people, ordinary people can't pass through; and cultivators are afraid of the Asura tribe, let alone dare to pass through.

If the Shenglan Empire really wants to take advantage of this incident, they must ensure that they can beat the Asuras in the West Sea, the stronghold of the Asuras.

And this is absolutely impossible, the elder holding the stick is watching silently.

And the only immortal in the human race is a member of the Yunqi Empire.

Although he has always been on the standpoint of the entire human race, rather than just thinking about Yunqi... But he will never allow such a trivial matter as the Asuras to build a gourmet city.

Maybe you will be happy to see it happen?

So what's the fuss about?Tell the old emperor lightly about the severity of it, and I am not afraid that he will not compromise.

Yue Ge glanced at the old father again, and found that he seemed to be enjoying it, so he sighed.

Forget it, forget it, as long as Daddy is happy.

This playful negotiation lasted for an hour.

The old emperor once thought that he could get the Asura tribe to agree to his terms with his perfect tongue, but the old patriarch could always silence him.

In the end, the excitement of the old patriarch's bickering finally faded.

Yuege said via voice transmission: "Father, it's time for dinner."

The old patriarch also waved his hands with unsatisfactory intentions:

"Advantages are not beneficial. If there is any objection, let's come to the West Coast to discuss."

The old emperor narrowed his eyes threateningly.

He was still about to say something, but the old patriarch waved his hand wearily.

The guards on the inner three floors and the outer three floors fell to the ground.

The old patriarch didn't even look at them, and then said sincerely: "As for the two at the back of the hall... Judging by their aura, they are probably no match for me."

Before the Shura tribe entered the palace, the old emperor asked the two immortal kings of the Shenglan Empire to guard behind the main hall.

If the talks are satisfactory, it's fine, if not - it is necessary to deter them with force.

But now it seems that something is wrong!

Cold sweat dripped from the old emperor's forehead.He has a special contact method with the two immortal kings. They really said that there is no chance of winning against the patriarch of the Asura clan!

"How about we talk about cooperation?"

The old emperor was only silent for a moment, then quickly changed his words.

#Who wants to cooperate with you#

#I’m still afraid that your cooks will be passive and sabotage and cooking will not taste good#

The old patriarch said: "Our clan is cooperating with Miluo Trading Company, so you don't need to worry about it."

The old emperor's expression was a bit unwilling, but after thinking about it, he could only give up.

Although Miluo Trading Company's business is spread all over the mainland, their base is still in the Yunqi Empire, and Shenglan really has nothing to do with it.

Threats are nowhere to be threatened...

After saying a lot of polite things—for example, the friendship between Asura and Shenglan will last forever—the old emperor watched the Asuras leave.

It was still Sikong Yueyi who led them away.

When the Shura people came to the palace gate, she stopped, nodded flatly, and was about to return.