Chapter 1173 – We Exchanged Letters (1/2)
Chapter 1173 – We Exchanged Letters
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Tang Thirty-Six's tone of voice had always been the most loathsome existence in the world. Even when he wasn't cursing, no one liked to hear it.
But Chen Changsheng liked it, because Tang Thirty-Six was his best friend, and also because this fellow would always appear when he needed him the most. This fellow knew his true thoughts better than he did, and so whenever he didn't know what to choose, it was never wrong to listen to this fellow.
There was nothing reasonable about Tang Thirty-Six's words, but they were inexplicably persuasive.
”How did you get here?”
Chen Changsheng was very concerned about Tang Thirty-Six's health.
Based on Tang Thirty-Six's complexion, that strange and unrelenting fever had probably retreated, but his body was still extremely weak, or else he wouldn't have needed to sit in a wheelchair.
Tang Thirty-Six replied, ”How could such an important moment in history happen without me?”
The Tang Old Master's face was a sheet of frost as he prepared to scold his grandson.
”Don't make me air out the family skeletons.”
Tang Thirty-Six coughed.
Ye Xiaolian quickly patted him on the back.
Tang Thirty-Six waved her away and took out a pure white handkerchief from his sleeve to cover his mouth. His brow slightly creased in pain.
Neither the Tang Old Master nor Chen Changsheng could tell whether this sickly scholar act was real or false, and it was naturally inconvenient for them to question it.
Xu Yourong glanced at Ye Xiaolian, and Ye Xiaolian bashfully lowered her head. From this moment, she knew that this pair had not even reached Mount Han before turning around mid-journey.
Tang Thirty-Six ignored these things and said to the Demon Lord, ”I forgot to introduce myself.”
The Demon Lord replied, ”I recognize you.”
Tang Thirty-Six said, ”Yes, you were really rude to me back in White Emperor City. Didn't think that I would expose your trick ten years later, did you?”
The Demon Lord calmly returned, ”In talking to yourself, you truly are the world's best.”
Tang Thirty-Six noted, ”It seems like you really don't know who I am.”
The Demon Lord mocked, ”Did you think this was enough to make you Su Li?”
Tang Thirty-Six sternly said, ”Please permit me to introduce myself. I am Sir's pen friend.”
The Demon Lord froze. ”Pen friend?”
Tang Thirty-Six replied, ”Yes. I've read all of Your Majesty's letters, and the first four letters sent to Your Majesty were all written by me.”
The Demon Lord turned to Chen Changsheng and gravely said, ”This is a little too much.”
Chen Changsheng earnestly explained, ”I'm not good at interacting with people, and we weren't familiar with each other at the start, so I was afraid that my words would be too awkward.”
The Demon Lord recalled the contents of those letters and sighed, ”And I thought that you were treating me as an intimate friend from the start.”
”Your Majesty, I still consider you an intimate friend, and I'm still willing to be the best of friends with you.”
Tang Thirty-Six said to Demon Lord, ”So, old friend… please give that object in your hand to me.”
The Demon Lord calmly stared at him. Suddenly, he asked, ”Where does your self-confidence come from?”
Tang Thirty-Six replied, ” I don't know, but not even my grandfather is willing to play mahjong with me.”
The Demon Lord said, ”If not even the Tang Old Master is willing to play with you, I can presume that your mahjong skills are quite extraordinary.”
”In truth, my mahjong skills are quite ordinary, and I'm far inferior to Grandfather and the Holy Maiden, but I have a move that can defeat the entire world.”
Tang Thirty-Six sincerely declared, ”I'm the best at flipping the table over. If I can't flip the table over, I'll bet all my assets.”
”The Tang clan is the wealthiest clan in the Human race. If you bet all your assets against any other human, you're naturally guaranteed to win every gamble.”
The Demon Lord sneered, ”But if you bet all your assets against me, I'm afraid you won't have enough chips.”
This was true. No matter how much wealth and resources the Tang clan possessed, how could they compare to the ruler of the demon domain?
Tang Thirty-Six seriously returned, ”That's not guaranteed.”
Another voice suddenly offered, ”I'll join in.”
The speaker was Xu Yourong, her expression calm.
Wang Po also bet Scholartree Manor.
More and more people joined.
Chen Changsheng and the Tang Old Master did not speak, but everyone knew what they would do.
Tang Thirty-Six sat in his wheelchair, staring into the Demon Lord's eyes with an unprecedented solemnity on his face.
What was being gambled was not the Tang clan, not the Li Palace, but the entire Human race.
The Demon Lord was quiet for a very long time. Finally, he asked, ”Do the conditions in the letter still hold?”
Chen Changsheng replied, ”Of course.”
Tang Thirty-Six added, ”I'll give you the best deal and use the ones in the eleventh letter.”
”Okay.”
The Demon Lord threw the stone pestle to Tang Thirty-Six.
Tang Thirty-Six caught it with his right hand, looked around, and threw it to the Tang Old Master.
This important divine artifact that could alter the fate of the world was thrown around in their hands like a worthless toy.