In the kitchen, the hot oil made an alluring "sizzling" sound. Cang Mo skillfully put the prepared fish into the pot, and the fish was quickly fried until golden brown on both sides. He flipped it over quickly, added hot water, covered the pot and simmered it on low heat, and the whole kitchen was soon filled with a rich aroma.
Langya was holding her big knife and leaning against the door of the kitchen. She couldn't help but rolled her eyes and said, "The demon king is always around the pot every day. This is because he didn't serve him enough before, so he tied him back and continued to serve him. Are you addicted to serving him?"
Cang Mo still stared at the fire intently and said in a calm tone, "If you have something to say, don't talk nonsense."
Langya curled his lips, put away his carefree look, and said with a serious expression, "A message came from the Immortal Alliance, asking you to release Mo Yan and Lin Qingyang within ten days, otherwise, we will kill all the demon slaves left in the human race."
In the past few years, with the rapid rise of Demon Emperor City, many demon slaves have been rescued. There are also some small sects who are wary of the strength of Demon Emperor City and have taken the initiative to release many demon slaves in order to avoid causing trouble. However, many are still left in the human race. In order to prevent Demon Emperor City from continuing to absorb demon slaves and increase its strength, the Immortal Alliance gathered these remaining demon slaves and put them under the unified supervision of the Immortal Alliance. This has become a major lever for controlling Demon Emperor City. In recent years, the two sides have often had frictions because of this matter.
Cang Mo fiddled with the fire in the stove, and the light from the fire flickered on his face.
After a moment of silence, he slowly stood up and said with cold murderous intent in his eyes, "Send the message back. If the Immortal Alliance dares to touch any demon clan, it will be treated as a declaration of war!"
Hearing this, Langya's eyes burst out with bloodthirsty excitement, and he laughed heartily and said, "Have you thought about it? Do you really want to fight?"
Cang Mo turned around and said with a cold look on his face, "After practicing soldiers for so long, it's time to draw your sword."
"This looks a bit like a demon king!" Langya carried the knife and smiled wildly, but then he thought of something and raised his eyebrows and said, "But does Lin Qingyang know about this?"
Cang Mo lowered his eyes, stared at the steaming heat in the pot, and said, "He doesn't need to know."
In the Cangfeng Palace, the sunlight shines through the window lattice on the desk. Lin Qingyang leans on the chair and looks through the account books in his hand. Now that he is trapped in the Demon King's Palace and cannot go back, he can only send Yinshi's accounts through Baoyue Pavilion to look at them.
The door was pushed open, and Cang Mo walked in carrying a food box. The coldness on his face had long since faded away, and he had changed into a gentle and considerate look. "Let's eat first. We've been looking at it all morning. Let's rest our eyes." Cang Mo said softly and placed the meals on the table one by one.
Lin Qingyang glanced at him, closed the account book and walked to the table with a normal expression, and sat down. The two of them ate as usual.
Lin Qingyang drank the soup and asked casually, "What did the Immortal Alliance say?"
Cang Mo's hands holding the vegetables paused and he raised his eyes to look at him in surprise.
Lin Qingyang ate the meal calmly while explaining, "You held a wedding with such a big fanfare and detained Mo Yan here. How is this different from beating the face of the Immortal Alliance? Jian Hongzheng has no reason to find trouble. This matter will definitely be used as an opportunity to make trouble. Why, do you want you to let him go?"
Cang Mo looked at his troublesomely smart partner in front of him and said helplessly, "You have such a brain that you can guess everything at once. Why did you fail to realize that I wanted to get married to you?"
"Don't change the subject!" Lin Qingyang glared at him angrily, looking a little more serious, and asked the question about the wedding night again, "Cang Mo, what are your plans?"
Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Cang Mo simply said bluntly, "With your intelligence, shouldn't you have guessed what my plan is?"
Lin Qingyang was silent for a moment, and said helplessly, "I just checked the recent accounts of Yin City. The material purchases in Demon Emperor City are all normal, but the Sea Clan has inexplicably increased the purchase of food and medicine recently. The Sea Clan lives deep under the sea, and there is no need for so many human herbs and food. I think it was you who used the Sea Clan as a cover to carry out large-scale purchases and hoarding in order not to alert others."
Cang Mo didn't say anything and gave Lin Qingyang a piece of ribs.
Lin Qingyang looked at him and continued, "Form an alliance with the Sea Clan and destroy the Red Lian Sect. No wonder you have been refusing to let Mo Yan go during this period. Now it seems that you have already planned to start a war!"
Cang Mo raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and said with a somewhat gloomy expression, "Sooner or later, this day will come between the two tribes, so I naturally have to prepare early."
Lin Qingyang looked at him and said calmly and seriously, "War is not the only way between the two races!"
Cang Mo snorted coldly, with ridicule and violence in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Lin Qingyang, you saw the numerous bones in Wasteland Town with your own eyes! Over the years, how many demon clans have died at the hands of the human race? Tell me, apart from using blood to clear this debt, what else can be done between the two clans?"
Lin Qingyang seemed to have remembered those tragic scenes from back then, and after being silent for a while, he slowly said, "Cang Mo, the Immortal Alliance has a deep foundation and many monks, so it is not as easy to deal with as you think. The war starts with just one word from you, but once the war starts, what? At the end of the day, it's no longer up to anyone! The Demon Emperor City has just stabilized. Have you ever thought about how many casualties there will be if a war breaks out? There are also those demon slaves who remain in the human race. On the first day of the war, they may be used to sacrifice the flag!"
"Of course I know there will be casualties in war!" Cang Mo's voice was a little louder, with suppressed resentment, "But what can we do? If we hide in Demon Emperor City and don't provoke them, the Immortal Alliance will let us go? They are still holding those demon slaves and refuse to let them go!"
"But war can't save them, and there will be more casualties! Cang Mo, in fact, the Immortal Alliance is not monolithic. The climate of Demon Emperor City has become so bad now. In fact, you can try to negotiate peace with the Immortal Alliance." Lin Qingyang advised.
"Peace talks?" Cang Mo snorted disdainfully and taunted angrily, "Lin Qingyang, you know better than anyone else what those people in the Immortal League are like. As long as they still hold swords in their hands, the demon tribe will always be beasts that can be killed at will in their eyes! Peace talks? It's useless! Only by beating them to pain and fear, so that whenever the human race hears the word 'monster clan' in the future, they will no longer think of slaves who can be killed at will, but of the knife hanging above their heads that can kill them at any time! Only then can the demon clan truly live in an upright manner!"
Lin Qingyang gently held the hand he was holding tightly and persuaded in a calm voice, "Cang Mo, trust me just once. The relationship between the two clans does not have to come to this point. I can represent Demon Emperor City to talk to the Immortal Alliance and ask them to let them go..."
Before Lin Qingyang finished speaking, Cang Mo's eyes suddenly darkened. He grabbed Lin Qingyang's wrist with his backhand and pulled him over. He gritted his teeth and said, "You have said so many great reasons and analyzed so many pros and cons. In the final analysis, don't you just want me to agree to the conditions of the Immortal Alliance so that you can let you go?!"
There was a sharp pain in her wrist. Lin Qingyang took a breath in pain and shouted in a deep voice, "Let go!"
Cang Mo turned a deaf ear, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger, with that paranoid look on his face again. "Lin Qingyang, stop dreaming! Unless I die, you will never leave me even half a step in your life!"