Let Frisman talk to the undead people?!

It doesn’t feel good to be mentioned by Ji Xiaoyan and the others right now!

Ever since he entered the house arranged for the undead tribe to stay, Frisman was closely watched by the undead tribe's aboriginal people. They claimed that he had never lived among the undead tribe.

Everyone was afraid that he would be too alienated from his clan members, so they wanted to get close to him.

"Is this how close we need to be?" Frieseman couldn't help shouting to the sky. Looking at the undead people around him who were unwilling to leave no matter what he said, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and sighed as he entered the room.

, after finding a comfortable position to sit down, he spoke to the undead men who were following him closely and said: "My fellow tribesmen, I want to take a good rest now, is that okay?"

This is an eviction order.

However, several men from the undead clan seemed not to understand at all. They smiled indifferently and said to Frisman: "Of course it's okay! Frisman, just rest, we are here.

Watch over you! Speaking of which, you haven’t been in the clan for a long time. I don’t know how uneasy everyone is when they rest every day! Basically, there will be someone in every house who is responsible for keeping vigil for fear of danger.”
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Frisman's eyes widened and he looked at the undead men with disbelief. He had never been in the undead clan leader, but he knew very clearly that there was absolutely no night vigil among the undead clan.

The men in these clans in front of them are not willing to let him out of their sight, and they are really racking their brains!

"Everyone, even if there is such a night vigil rule in the clan, this is Qingcheng, so there is no need for it!" Friesman couldn't explain clearly, so he could only sigh and said: "Qingcheng is guarded, so there will be no danger at all. So.

You should go back and take a rest yourself, and don’t guard me here.”

"That's not okay!" The leading undead man quickly shook his head and said to Frisman: "The patriarch said that even if we are not in the clan now, we must abide by the rules of the clan. Otherwise, if I really

No matter how casual you are, when you return to the Undead Clan, you won’t be able to adapt to it, so what should you do?”

"Then you mean you will never leave?" Frisman glared at several undead men and asked.

"Frisman, you don't have to worry about us. If you want to rest, just take a rest." The leading man looked at Frisman with a smile and said softly: "Just pretend that we don't exist."

Hearing this, the other men quickly nodded in agreement.

Friesman had no choice but to fall down on the bed angrily and lie down, thinking that they all allowed him to treat them as air, so he should just treat them as air.

However, those undead men have no intention of making it easy for Frisman.

After watching Frisman lie down on the bed, several men from the undead tribe began to whisper about some things about the undead tribe in the room with deep expressions on their faces. They were nothing more than that the undead tribe was not in peace now.

, if nothing happens, powerful beasts and monsters will attack them and rob them of the resources in the Land of the Dead. They don’t have the strength to fight those monsters and beasts now.

The bottom line is that they want to buy dragon bones and refine them into bone dragons just for the safety of the Land of the Dead.

Friesman gritted his teeth and kept silent. Listening to the chatter in his ears, he fell asleep unknowingly.

Several undead men watched Frisman lying on the bed with his eyes closed and not moving for a while. They couldn't help but look at each other, and then shouted to him softly: "Frisman? Are you asleep?"

?"

Friesman didn't move or respond.

"You're not really asleep, are you?" Several undead men glanced at Frisman in surprise and annoyance, "What's going on with this guy? It's like we've been talking for a long time, but he has nothing at all.

After listening to it, you fell asleep?"

"No, you guys stay here while I go find the patriarch." Upon seeing this, the leading undead man glared at Frisman with a dissatisfied look on his face, turned around and left the house, and then met the undead man.

After the patriarch muttered for a long time, he returned to the room, gave instructions to everyone, and stared at Frisman quietly, with no intention of waking him up, but silently waiting for him to wake up.

.

When he was in the Black Bone Forest, all his thoughts were focused on the dragon, and he was so focused on stealing the dragon meat that he had no time to sleep. Later, when he returned to Qingcheng, he was still worried about the undead clan wanting to buy dragon bones.

He was not in the mood to have a good rest. Now he probably knew Ji Xiaoyan's attitude. The undead people had temporarily stopped in Qingcheng, and his mind was relaxed...

Therefore, Friesman had an extremely comfortable sleep.

However, after opening his eyes, Frisman frowned instantly because he saw those undead men still in the room, looking at him eagerly.

"Why haven't you left yet?!" Frisman asked angrily.

"Frisman, look what you are talking about! Let's go? Where are we going? I told you that I would guard you! Do you think we are joking?" The undead men sneered.

After making two noises, he said to him.

Friesman curled his lips, he really thought these people were just joking.

"Frisman, you are sleeping comfortably now. Do you want to go out for a walk with us?" The leading undead man stood up with a smile and said to him: "The patriarch said that it was not easy to leave the undead.

We have arrived in Qingcheng and are ready to wander around. I want you to show us the way. If possible, please take us to the city lord's mansion to have a look. The patriarch has not been there yet..."

Friesman frowned, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes deepened.

Why can’t the undead tribe have enough time to relax?

Thinking of this, Frisman sighed and asked helplessly: "Everyone, can we stop beating around the bush? I guess the patriarch is not that interested in the City Lord's Mansion! Okay, I'll go see him.

Patriarch, it would be better for us to speak more clearly."

After saying that, Frisman stood up and motioned to the undead men to lead the way.

However, he had just met the leader of the undead clan, and before he could exchange greetings, Frisman heard someone from the undead clan say that a guard from the Qing City was looking for him outside the house, saying that the city lord had something to tell him.
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With a puzzled look on his face, Frisman raised his hands and saluted the leader of the undead tribe. He turned around and left the house. He met the guard of the Qingcheng City Lord's Mansion and learned from him about what Ji Xiaoyan and Lin Qianye had agreed upon.

How to talk to the undead.

"Alliance with Qingcheng?!" Friesman murmured, turning his head and taking a look at the house behind him. He was a little unfavorable. The leader of their undead clan didn't look like someone who was willing to form an alliance with Qingcheng.

Ah!

The Qingcheng guards kept looking at Frisman, and after listening to him for a long time, he responded and said he knew, and then turned back to the city lord's palace to reply.

The leader of the undead tribe was sitting in a chair in the middle of the hall. Watching Frisman sit down again with a slight frown, he couldn't help but asked curiously: "Frisman, do you have any orders from Lord Ji?

?"

Frisman came back to his senses, glanced at the leader of the Undead Clan, nodded and said: "Master Patriarch, regarding the matter of the dragon bones, our Lord City Lord has some ideas that he would like me to tell you."

"Oh? Then tell me quickly." Upon hearing this, the leader of the Undead Tribe immediately narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he could already imagine that Ji Xiaoyan must have sent a message to Frisman, asking the Undead Tribe to go directly to the City Lord's Mansion.

The scene where the dragon bone was taken away.

"Let us City Lords think about it. After all, the Undead are also members of Frisman. If we really want to buy the dragon bones back, Qingcheng doesn't care whether we have to refine the dragon bones into bone dragons. We just hope that we, the Undead, can form an alliance with Qingcheng."

, become a formal ally." Frisman stared at the expression of the leader of the undead tribe and said directly.

"Allies? What do City Lord Ji mean by these words?" The leader of the undead clan was stunned for a moment, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"That is to say, we want the undead tribe and Qingcheng to stand together, and both will prosper and suffer."

"Frisman, does City Lord Ji want to tie our undead tribe to Qingcheng?"

Friesman nodded, that’s pretty much what he meant.

The leader of the undead clan frowned for a moment and glared at Frisman with some annoyance: "Frisman, just for a few dragon bones, City Lord Ji is going to tie our undead clan to Qingcheng. Do you think this is appropriate? Lord Ji, this is not the case.

Isn’t it too overwhelming?”

"They are simply asking for a high price to coerce our undead tribe!"

An undead man whispered with dissatisfaction, but did not lower his voice deliberately. It was obvious that he was talking to Frisman.

"Master Patriarch, we all know very well that you want to bring the dragon bones back just to refine the bone dragon! As for where the bone dragon will be used, I won't speculate." Frisman's quiet voice sounded in the room.

rang, "Everyone knows the situation on the mainland now. There is already a fox clan, and Qingcheng is not willing to create another trouble for himself in the future!"

"City Lord Ji, are you sure that our undead clan will go against Qingcheng?" the leader of the undead clan frowned and asked.

"Is it possible? Don't you, the patriarch, know very well? Even if it's not possible now, won't it be possible in the future?" Frisman asked lightly.

"Frisman, are you a member of City Lord Ji or a member of our Undead clan? You just say City Lord Ji, are you going to stay with her and not return to our Undead clan?" An Undead clan member

The man suddenly shouted angrily at Frisman.

"The old patriarch told me when I followed Xiaoyan back to the Land of the Dead that I would follow Xiaoyan from now on, and it would be best not to go back for the rest of my life." Frisman lowered his eyes, with a trace of sadness and unhappiness in his eyes.<

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"Frisman, you also said that, that was what the old patriarch said." The leader of the undead tribe glanced at the men around him, tried his best to put on a smile, and said to Frisman: "Besides, old patriarch

My words back then didn’t mean not to let you go back, I just wanted you to follow City Lord Ji and have a better future. You can’t misinterpret the old patriarch’s good intentions like this!”

"Really?"

"It must be!" the leader of the undead tribe quickly said with a smile, "Besides, why are you Frisman a member of our undead tribe? If you want to return to the land of the undead, we will definitely welcome you! Where?

Is there any reason not to let you go back?"

Frisman was silent for a moment, nodded and then said: "Okay, even if what you said, Mr. Patriarch, makes sense."

"Of course it makes sense." The leader of the undead clan's eyes flashed, and he looked at Frisman and said: "Frisman, you have to think about it, if we can have bone dragons in the land of the undead, we can protect ourselves.

Well, wouldn’t that be a foundation for you to gain a foothold in Qingcheng? If anything happens in the future, City Lord Ji and the others will always think of you as having a strong ethnic group, right? Don’t you hope?”

"I naturally hope that the Undead Tribe can be stronger." Frisman nodded, looked up at the leader of the Undead Tribe, and watched the smile on his face widen instantly before he said slowly: "But I don't want the Undead Tribe to be stronger.

One day I will be on the opposite side of Qingcheng."

"Frisman, I have promised Ji City Lord. As long as Qingcheng does not take the initiative to use force against our undead tribe, we undead tribe will naturally live in peace with Qingcheng!" The leader of the undead tribe said with a sigh.

Hearing this, Frisman shook his head, smiled bitterly, and then said firmly: "Master Patriarch, you know that this promise will definitely not work. Xiaoyan asked the guard to send me a message. He just wanted to ask the Patriarch whether to form an alliance or leave.

! Just give a reply within three days. If the patriarch is willing to form an alliance, Longgu Xiaoyan can let us buy it back cheaper for the undead tribe; if the patriarch is not willing to form an alliance, then leave Qingcheng in three days!"

"What kind of attitude is this, Lord Ji? How can a Lord of this city treat guests like this?" Upon hearing this, the men of the Undead tribe immediately looked at Frisman angrily and shouted at him.

"This is the principle." After Frisman stood up, he looked at everyone with a firm attitude and said to them: "Xiaoyan only needs a word from you, agree or not. Mr. Patriarch, you have three days, think about it carefully.

!I’ll go up and rest first.”

After saying that, Frisman didn't care about the attitude of these tribesmen, he turned around and went back to the house. As for whether there were still people following him into the house, he didn't care anymore.

Anyway, it’s only three days, just bear with it and it’s over!

"Lord Patriarch, this Ji City Lord is simply going too far." The people of the Undead Tribe naturally understood how much inconvenience this alliance would cause to their Undead Tribe, and couldn't help but said to the Patriarch: "If we form an alliance with Qingcheng,
Chapter completed!