After drinking a cup of wine containing rich spiritual energy and various natural materials and earthly treasures, even Sun Xu had a vague feeling, needless to say, others.
At this moment, over in the invitation area, a tall sea monster with a height of more than ten meters and eight handwritings stood up and bowed its hands to everyone in a carefree manner.
"His Royal Highness the Third Prince is getting married today. It would be unlucky not to see red. Why don't our friends opposite show some blood to make this scene more lively and festive!"
Coming! Coming!
Sun Xu was a little surprised. Seeing red at a wedding banquet was actually a symbol of good luck, and it also caused some blood to come from those who didn't have the invitation.
But apart from them, everyone else remained calm, eating and drinking alone without raising their heads.
Sun Xu's consciousness swept over quietly, and underneath his calmness, his heartbeat was racing and his movements were stiff.
The eight-armed siren was obviously drunk, and looked at him with an arrogant expression, hoping to get a suitable answer or someone to challenge him.
The other guests with invitations are also looking here to see how long these guys who are eating and drinking will tolerate it.
Of course, people are waiting to see which unlucky guy will be chosen.
Over the years, except for the young monks who are just starting out or who are not afraid of tigers, no one has made their own choice.
As he thought before, after waiting for dozens of seconds, the eight-armed siren glanced at all the monks who did not have invitations.
Finally, someone was chosen at random: "It's just you, are you ready to use your blood to make the third prince's wedding more festive?"
At this moment, Sun Xu clearly felt that everyone sitting here, except for the selected guy, all breathed a sigh of relief and were excited that they had escaped disaster.
The selected man was not afraid at all. After hearing these words, he couldn't help but sneered: "You have a tall body, and you must have a lot of blood stored. It's better to just use your...
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Before he finished speaking, a domain space enveloped the man.
People could clearly see that the man's head was twisted off and then casually thrown to the ground. As expected, blood gushed out and the smell of blood began to permeate the air.
Howls and cheers began to sound. Even on the side where there were no invitations, there were people cheering and applauding.
Mader is retarded!
Sun Xu couldn't help but spit out a curse word, and these people didn't know how happy they were?
The smell of blood has not completely dissipated, and the eight-armed siren has spoken again: "Today, for the sake of His Highness, I am going to fight nine times, what about the next one?"
Suddenly, the cheers over there became louder and louder, and it became quiet again here.
Maybe Sun Xu chose a better location and the other party didn't notice it directly. Of course, few people noticed it. After all, Sun Xu and the others seemed to be very low-key and deliberately avoided direct collision with other people.
There were eight monks, including those in the weakest realm and those in the holy realm, but none of them were any match for this one. Their heads were torn off one by one, and the stage in front of them was dyed red with blood.
And it is pure blood, without any other minced meat or broken bones remaining, just like a painting, without any impurities.
The smile on the third prince's face became more and more intense. He drank the wine, smelled the smell of blood in his nose, and his face was full of intoxication.
The mermaid beside him has been motionless, sitting motionless like a statue, obviously in a very bad mood.
"I am in a good mood, and I am here to reward you with a glass of wine!" the third prince said, throwing a glass of wine over him.
The eight-armed siren looked overjoyed, took it respectfully, drank it in one gulp, and carefully collected the wine glass as if it were a rare treasure.
"This means that I have been recognized by the third prince, and there will be many opportunities to get close to each other in the future!" Jixiang explained to the other three people in a low voice, but his whole body had stiffened. No one expected that this time he would kill them one by one.
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Satisfied, the eight-armed siren went down, and there he found a figure four to five meters tall, extremely ugly, with a big mouth full of fangs, occupying most of his face, and his eyes shining brightly on his bare forehead.
It may look ugly, but it is very powerful. Although Sun Xu has not tested it, since he dares to stand up, he must be confident.
Not just humans. In fact, there are not many humans here. Of the eight monks killed before, only two were humans.
The Fang Siren was also chosen randomly. Unfortunately, his strength was not as good as the Eight-Armed Siren, or it could be said that he had bad luck and killed six powerful men in a row.
When I was the seventh one, I encountered a strong man. The two sides fought for half an hour. In the end, despite serious injuries, the Fang Siren killed the opponent. Unfortunately, he also lost the ability to fight again.
Sure enough, in the end, he did not receive the reward from the third prince and walked away in despair with serious injuries.
Sun Xu almost understood that these monks who were brought in without invitations were basically equivalent to props, allowing these strong men with invitations to add to the fun.
It's true that you're just here to join in the fun and cheer up, but it's also a huge risk to your life.
"It's over, it's over now. I thought I was here to join in the fun, but I didn't expect that I might be involved!" Ji Xiang kept muttering in his mouth, his eyes were tightly closed, and his whole body was trembling with fat.
, which is quite a bit deceptive.
The dinner had been going on for five hours, and at almost midnight, more than ninety monks had lost their lives. Five monks who held invitations were rewarded by the third prince, and seven were defeated.
What is standing on top now is a sea snake and siren. Its body is covered with scales, its eyes are very scary, and its strength is also very powerful. It has killed eight people in a row.
There were already the most, but he had no intention of stopping. Anyway, these guys in front of him were just props. Killing a few more would not be a big deal.
The music sounded, and a group of siren beauties danced on the bloodstains on the stage, accompanied by beautiful songs.
I don’t know what the hell this hobby is, Sun Xu complained in his heart.
A gaze came over and fell on Sun Xu. A flying sword came down like lightning and struck the plate in front of him. There was a sound of relief around him.
Looking at Sun Xu, there was no sympathy at all. In their view, these dead people were just their scapegoats. There was nothing worthy of sympathy. The main reason was that they were destined to be lucky.
What are you afraid of? Fatty Jixiang has been completely dumbfounded. So many people can take their turn. What kind of luck is this!