Chapter 959 A Country Within a Country? (Four Thousand+)

Idiots, centrists, etc. are not so easy to be treated as. They may not be offended by being friends with both sides, but they may be caught in the middle and be in an embarrassing dilemma.

For example, Philip had a really good relationship with Tang En. Although they were not close friends, they seemed more like fair-weather friends. But even if fair-weather friends develop to a certain extent, the friendship will always remain unchanged. Whether it was the first negotiation with the Gray Army, or the issue of Allen, etc., he and Tang En both owed each other and gave each other something. They were far more cooperative than ordinary fair-weather friends. The relationship is very good.

But now Tang En leads people to block his grandfather, and his grandfather also wants to bring down Tang En, Joshua and others. It can be said that neither party is a good person. As a result, after the battle, Tang En barely survived, while his grandfather was dying...

How does this make Philip, who is caught between friendship and family, deal with it?

After much deliberation, the only option was to fight Tang En with his fists!

Of course, you can't defeat him, but the result is not important. What is important is the process and the meaning of this process - Philip has tried his best, and he has revenge, and he has tried his best to regain some ground for his grandfather. Such a top-notch novel can be regarded as a satisfactory explanation for myself...

Allen knew this very well, so when he saw Philip and Tang En entangled like a gangster fighting, he did not panic and break up the fight. Instead, he calmly closed the door, moved the tables and chairs around, and poured two cups of tea. Finally, take out a medical kit from the back room...

When Allen finished all this in a leisurely manner, this battle, which was more significant than the scene, came to an end.

"Huchi... Huchi... your mother! I promised... hiss... I promised not to be slapped in the face..."

"Haha, it turns out you still remember. Then why did someone hit me directly in the first punch?" In contrast to Phillip, who was lying on his back on the floor, breathing heavily. Tang En's image is much better. Straightened the messy clothes. He sat back at the table, picked up the tea and drank it in one gulp. Immediately, he grinned with a light green mouth, not in a very good mood.

What a shame, I got hit by this guy...

Tang En's strength is undoubtedly several times stronger than Phillip's. Even if neither party uses fighting spirit or blood, Tang En can beat Phillip eight blocks with just his fists and kicks. It's just that this guy is a thief. Come up and play wrestling. Tang En was not paying attention for a moment, and was greatly shocked by the news that Wu Ding was dying. In his daze, he was actually successfully attacked by this guy a few times...Crack!

"You too... you are so embarrassed, hiss... I mean you can't hit me in the face..."

The words were intermittent, but of course Tang En understood the meaning and curled his lips: "How new, your grandfather is much stronger than me, and I haven't seen him show mercy. Damn it, you almost knocked me into the sea with one sword. go!"

"Stop talking... be gentle, be gentle. It hurts, it hurts..." Seeing that Tang En didn't need care, Allen naturally went to help Phillip up. The trauma potion rubbed the latter panda's eye sockets, and screams suddenly sounded in the room, "I won't apply it anymore...Fortunately, I was prepared..."

As he spoke, Phillip took out a scroll from his arms, without looking at it, and just crushed it. In an instant, a holy and soft light filled the room and enveloped Phillip's body.

The Light Healing Scroll was a high-end item... Tang En's eyesight was so good that he recognized this thing instantly. The corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch, knowing that this guy was really prepared. Just waiting for him to come and have a fight, and then heal his injuries, there is no disadvantage at all. In comparison,

Tang En rubbed the corners of Danqing's mouth, feeling even more depressed and said angrily: "Tell me, why are you looking for me?"

"I'm not busy. Let me ask you a question first... Gudong..." Panda's eyes turned pale. Phillip took a sip of tea, spit out the tea foam, and put down the teacup heavily. Immediately, he leaned forward and stared at Tang En fiercely, as if he was looking at a big enemy who wanted to take his wife away, "The mysterious barbarian commander of the Northern Wilderness tribe is now with your gray-clothed army..."

"Yes, I brought him there." Now that things have happened, there is no need to hide Lansha's existence, nor can it be concealed. Tang En simply nodded and admitted, smiling happily, "Haha, are you shocked? As far as I know, your Bran army has suffered a lot from her hands lately..."

He waved his hand forcefully and interrupted, "Who asked you this - I heard that the mysterious barbarian commander is a woman? Is she very young? And very beautiful? She has a great figure?"

"Well?"

"Your mother!" Tang En looked stunned, undoubtedly giving Phillip the answer. His handsome face was instantly distorted by complex expressions of grief, anger, regret, etc., his hands reached out to pinch Tang En's neck, and he roared furiously, "I will fight with you." Oh—Twain! You ruined my fame in one battle and ruined my thousand-year glory—"

"Nima! What a mess..."

After failing to catch Tang En, Phillip banged the table loudly, crying loudly and bursting into tears: "It's too late to start! It's so late to start - if I met Josiah first, there would be no Gray Army." If this happened, there wouldn't be Bran's current predicament, and I would be the hero of the empire - if I had known first that the mysterious barbarian commander was such a strange woman, I would have ended the legend of Bran and the Northern Wasteland's thousand-year war, and peacefully unified the continent. I, Philip, will definitely leave my glorious name in the annals of history——"

silence!

With his mouth half open, Tang En was dumbfounded, and Allen was also dumbfounded. At this moment, they felt that what Philip, the flower wolf of the imperial capital, said was so reasonable, they were speechless...

…

Powerful logic!

Although this seems more like a farce, if Tang En had not traveled to this other world, then with Philip, the title of the imperial capital flower wolf, and his countless tricks to attract girls. I have to say that these fantasies... well, there seems to be a slight possibility of success.

By then, Philip will truly be the best in history, even more powerful than his grandfather, the sword god Wooding.

You can bring peace to the world by picking up girls. What kind of legend will such a tough existence be that shocks the past and the present...

Well, the above is just fantasy. Now that Tang En is here, Josiah is her wife, and Lan Sha has hidden feelings for him, there is no point in talking about it.

But immediately, it was not Tang En who put an end to Phillip's farce. Although the latter came back to his senses, he was gearing up to teach him a lesson and then beat his handsome face into a pig's head... But at this moment. There were knocks on the door.

"This is..." Looking at Allen opening the door. Seven or eight old men in rich clothes walked in one after another. Tang En couldn't help but be stunned and asked in surprise. After the former came in, he was stunned when he saw Philip slumped on the wooden chair heartbroken, pouring tea as if he were drinking wine, one cup after another, with runny noses and tears. I can hear the noise coming from next door.”

"Let me introduce you." He immediately cleared up his expression. Phillip weakly raised his hands, looked at Tang En and said, "I am the one who leads the way. It's not me who is looking for you this time, but these congressmen who are looking for you... Sirs, don't you want to talk to the Gray Army? Then talk to him first, and you can talk to him about anything. His name is Tang En, and he is the man of the leader of the gray army, Josiah... 'Huh, what a couple'..."

Of course, the following comment, which is full of self-destruction and resentment towards women, was made with all sincerity. Otherwise, Tang En will beat him to death...

"Hello, Mr. Tang En. We are..." After listening to Philip's introduction, he confirmed Tang En's identity as the decision maker. These old men in rich attire suddenly became energetic. They have been waiting here for a long time. If Bran hadn't been in such a precarious situation, how could a luxurious negotiating team composed of them be waiting for a rebel mob.

However, before the old man could finish his words, Tang En waved his hand and interrupted, "It doesn't matter who you are." He turned to look at Phillip and said calmly, "Do you mind if I throw them out now?"

Are you kidding me? You just need to negotiate? Don’t even look at who has the initiative now! Anyone can start a war, but if you want to stop it, it is up to the victor to decide when to stop it!

"Well……"

"presumptuous!"

"Junior, even if you come from a poor family and have never seen the world, you should still be polite!"

"Bold! What - what do you want to do? I'm warning you, ah -"

Bang bang bang... bang!

He stood up, raised his foot and kicked wildly. The figure flew into the air. A series of banging sounds were heard in the corridor outside the door, and a human tower was instantly built. Immediately, the door was slammed. The sound insulation was good, and the screams, groans, and moans suddenly dropped and disappeared. Done!

Clapping his palms, as if dusting away the insignificant dust, Tang En sat back at the table again, looked at Philip and Allen who were speechless, and innocently spread his hands: "I told them to throw them out, but I just can't understand people. Do you think it’s strange?”

"No need to... like this?" After a pause, Phillip smiled bitterly and said, "They are all members of the Second Prince's faction and are very sincere. Otherwise, I would not have taken this job."

Of course, Tang En didn't care about the congressmen, let alone the imperial power struggle. He just looked at Philip and asked, "Do you know what they are going to talk about?"

"Well, I probably know."

Tang En spread his hands: "That's fine, why are so many people here, scaring me?"

Phillip was speechless. He looked at Tang En for a while and shook his head and sighed: "As expected, I can't hide it from you. Well, how did you know that I can take charge of this negotiation?"

"Aren't you thinking too much?" Tang En shook his fingers, narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "It's very simple. As long as the sword god doesn't die, these dishes can also call you to lead the way? Besides, although you are unreliable, but The so-called negotiation this time is just to convey an intention at most, it's not that important. It's more than enough for you to make the decision, why do you need these old guys to clamor to prop up the scene."

After a pause, he leaned back on the wooden chair and said, "Tell me, what does Mr. Wu want to do this time?"

"Tsk, with this kind of mind alone, Wen Silin shouldn't believe that you would die so easily." After smacking his lips and exhaling with emotion, Phillip straightened his body slightly, "Okay, since you have seen through everything, then... Let’s talk openly. By the way, my grandfather really didn’t mean it this time. His old man is indeed in terminal condition now... Don’t get me wrong, I don’t blame you, at least I can’t say I hate you. Frankly speaking, in fact, my grandfather’s body has been damaged over the years. It has been deteriorating and getting older. Especially after returning from the north last year, I was afraid of the cold and it was almost the end of my life..."

Turning the tea cup in his hand, Phillip said slowly, "I can have a heart-warming battle with my lifelong opponent, Bamutu, the strongest man in the Northern Wilderness. Even if he doesn't win, it will comfort him." , and also happy. I can see this, so... Tang En, my grandfather doesn't blame you either."

Startled for a moment, he nodded lightly. At this time, Tang En finally understood why Wooding on the river was trying to die together and wanted to fight them to the death. The reason was not that his calculations were wrong, nor that Woodin didn't care about the safety of Bran's empire. Just because his time is really running out...

Allen was stunned when he heard this. Twain, an outsider, might not feel that deeply about Wooding's significance to the Bran Empire, but it was different for them, the native Bran people. Wooding is not as simple as a sword god, or even the so-called strongest man in the mainland, just because of his identity as the patron saint of Bran!

It is no exaggeration to say that when Wooding fell, half of Bran's sky collapsed. And with the current situation, the period of destruction can be seen...

"Okay, let's not talk about this. If you have time, take the time to visit my grandfather. I can see that he has something to say to you." Philip shook his head, as if to put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, and said seriously, "This time I came here mainly because of Wang Ting's wishes. They wanted to calm down the domestic chaos as soon as possible. So they proposed a plan to set aside an area in the north for the Gray Army. In this area, the Gray Army can do whatever they want. Things to do. This is nominally managed by the Daiblan Empire and is equivalent to a subordinate fiefdom. The two parties can sign an agreement not to attack each other for more than ten years or hundreds of years..."

Hearing this, Allen was completely dumbfounded. Affiliated fiefdom, being able to do whatever you want... What is this concept? Isn’t this just a small country within a country? The Gray Army actually succeeded, really defeated the Bran Empire and subdued it, or even ceded the territory? !

Tang En was not excited. On the contrary, he picked up the teacup casually and said, "It sounds good. Well, why don't you first tell me how big the area is?"

After a pause, Phillip blinked: "Five cities?"

"Heh..." Tang En smiled with a mocking smile. Without commenting on the scope, he raised his finger and pointed to the door, "They should be lucky that they didn't talk to me, otherwise it wouldn't be as simple as being kicked out - I would kick them in advance. Put it in the grave!"

"Uh... don't get excited, let's negotiate. Haha, some talks, some talks..." Philip laughed awkwardly, "Then tell me, how much territory do you want?"

"Not much, just one place is enough!" Tang En raised his straight index finger and squinted like a fox, "For example, the place called Bran."

"Ha..." Philip also smiled, with a ridiculous smile, "I want to make the decision and agree, but the key is, can you gray-coated army defeat it?"

"Don't get excited, let's negotiate. Some talks, some talks..." Tang En pretended to pat Phillip on the shoulder, first returned the original words, and then smiled, "In this case, who wants us to have a good relationship? You save face. How about cutting it across the board and leaving the north to us?"

Phillip couldn't pretend any longer and leaned on the table and gritted his teeth: "Are you kidding me!"

"Wrong! It was you who teased me first..."

…………(To be continued...)