Chapter 120 Appetizers

"Why?"

Late at night, it is raining heavily, and the typhoon has landed in Yingzhou. Compared with today, the wind and rain will probably get worse in the next period of time.

In the private residence of the Konoe family, the old man who originally had a high status was lying in the mud, his expensive kimono was stained with mud, and red blood was constantly seeping out.

"Please forgive me, grandpa, this is all the request of that adult. Your head is the first step for us to vote."

In the wind and rain, the priest stood motionless holding an umbrella. Konoe Ringo's pretty face was full of perseverance, and he held the fan tightly in his hand. His thin figure seemed to be blown down by the strong wind at any time.

With the strong support from the shrine, Chaofan can be said to be a devastating massacre of mortals. I dare not try to figure out whether the head of the person in charge or the heads of all those involved in the shrine is wanted.

Simply kill all those involved, even if it damages the family's operation and shuts down some departments.

"Stupid woman! You are dragging the family into the abyss. You are completely tied to that guy's chariot. You will cut off the entire family's thousand-year continuation here!"

The dying old man is still angry. His own death is not something that is difficult to accept, but this stupid decision is really infuriating.

"Could it be that lying down in front of him and being a dog is the best way out as you envisioned? Even if he defeated Jianyu Thunder God, there are still so many demons causing trouble in Yingzhou, as well as the martial arts family who are unwilling to remain silent, and the high-ranking

The three noble sons, the group of monks, and the foreigners from outside."

"He provoked turmoil. As the losers, if we want to survive, we should stay out of it, but you have tied the entire family to his chariot. If he fails, what will you do? If your choice is wrong

Now, what should we do?"

Facing the old man's question, the girl ignored it and just raised her head to look at the dark night. There seemed to be thunder roaring in the wind and rain.

"Okay, grandpa, don't talk nonsense. You have to sleep for beauty sleep at this late hour, and I have to hold your head to see Master Jingu tomorrow."

In the rain curtain, a pair of scarlet eyes stared at all this happening, then spread their wings and flew away amidst a strange scream.

The same thing happened all over Tokyo and even Kyoto at the same time. If you think you are smart, you will inevitably be misled by your cleverness.

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This group of women is really plastic. After all, the relationship between them is complicated. The so-called woman is the existence that can establish six group chats between three people.

Entrapment and counter-entrapment, betrayal and counter-betrayal, the covenant established is extremely fragile and may be torn apart at any time.

Wild Ball Boxing is not a game of luck like the Game of Kings, and there is room for cheating. The so-called guessing game is essentially a duel, a duel with a requirement as the bet.

Iizunaru, who is keen to dig out some big news from the Jingu Shrine, Hoshiki and Tamamo-mae, who are conflicting with each other, want to spar with everyone, Ibuki, who is a pure alcoholic, and only Momiji, who has a relatively gentle temperament, except for being...

Ibuki picked me up a few times but always stayed out of it.

But at least until now, everyone can still drink to stop the knife, and no friction has broken out yet. But with one cup after another, the situation has gradually entered a new stage.

"Slutty fox, come on, let's continue."

Baoji, who was already a little dizzy after drinking, continued to fight towards Tamamo. The most basic rule is that you cannot avoid fighting, otherwise the meaning of the game will be lost.

Therefore, this game is also a replica of War. Drinking capacity is a reflection of strength. Except for Ibuki, who is recognized as the strongest, Jingu, who has made rapid progress every time, everyone else must be careful every time they challenge. If they fail, they will fall short.

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But Bao Ji seemed to be fighting with Tamamo Mae today. She played in a completely self-destructive style, regardless of whether she won or lost, and she thoughtlessly fought to the death with Tamamo Mae.

Although her condition is much better than that of Baoji, Tamamo-mae also knows that she won't be able to hold on for long if she continues like this. If Bao-ji shows up too much, the worst she can do is drink herself down and be taken back to the shrine. She can still enjoy herself for a night, but Tamamo-mae

I don’t want this.

But if she doesn't drink, she doesn't know what requests Bao Ji will make to play with her. After all, she must still remember what happened last time. This woman is very vicious.

Although guessing is a fair game, the essence is that one can improve one's winning rate through psychological speculation. The two of them have lost countless brain cells in this simulated offensive and defensive battle in the past half day.

On the other hand, it was very casual. Ibuki and Jingu just followed the guessing game without thinking or having many tactics. They just relied on their whims and luck.

Naturally, Jingu wins more and loses less. Pure luck is his advantage, but Ibuki's drinking capacity is indeed weird. Although he entered the state of a bad drunk early in the morning, he has always been very sober.

"Hey, hey, I finally won, God Palace, what should I do?"

"I'm a little impatient to drink. Let me take a moment. I'll listen to your request first this time, okay?"

Jingu didn't raise the glass anymore. He was hot from drinking, his face was rosy, and he unbuttoned his collar. It seemed that everyone was the same, except that he had more answers.

"Isn't this possible?"

To them, Jingu's words were obviously like a sign that he was close to death. The need to slow down at first meant that he was almost done.

"It's just a matter of slowing down. After all, it's a game. It's not fun to drink like this all the time."

Jingu didn't explain too much. Ibuki narrowed his eyes, burped, and looked up and down Jingu's body.

"This is really nerve-wracking. I don't have any bad ideas. I just want to have a drink..."

Suddenly, everyone's attention was attracted, wanting to see what Ibuki would ask Jingu to do.

"Well..." Ibuki knocked on his head, as if he thought of something, licked his lips and said:

"Why don't you donate the prey you stole from me to let everyone have a bar? After drinking so much, you need something to go with the wine. The girl's meat is the most delicate, smooth and delicious."

The rather harsh words spat out from Ibuki's small mouth, as if spitting out a burst of blood, staring directly at Jingu and the girl who was thrown in the corner by Jingu.

"Forget it, I'd better drink. Eating people is still too disgusting."

Jingu glanced at the girl lying on the sofa. Her muscles were tense and her breathing was quickening. She had probably woken up from drunkenness and was pretending to sleep.

"It's really weird. People eat pork, beef, and mutton. You and I are not human, so what's so disgusting? I'm not that kind of barbarian. I will definitely find a chef to slice it into thin slices for you, and it will be the same before everything is served."

Following Ibuki's words, Jingu could hear the girl's breathing becoming noticeably faster, and presumably others must have heard it too.

"Well, since you don't want to, let it go. It's such a pity. The flesh and blood of Genji's enemies is right in front of you, but you can't even eat it."
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