Tens of thousands of people gathered in the spacious political hall.
The hall expanded with witchcraft and secret methods can accommodate so many people, but it still looks very spacious.
Under the walls on both sides, more than a dozen chimes roared. The musicians were obviously drunk, and they struck randomly with red faces. The frequency of the chimes did not hit the same point, and the bells became a mixed roar, but there was no sound. People care.
In the corner, several musicians were holding horns and playing the Yaoqin. They were all drunk and smiling stupidly. The sound of the horns was intermittently like snoring, and the sound of the Yaoqin was scattered like a shower, mixed with the roar of the chimes, but it was also pleasant to the ear.
The hot girls from the brigade held jade plates carved from beautiful jade and served the wine and food as if they were flowing water.
The straw mats and desks that were originally neatly arranged were all in a mess at this moment. All the human officials who participated in the banquet were carrying wine bowls, wine jars, hugging animal legs, and filling the hall with laughter. Running around and having fun with friends.
The mature and steady Si Wenming also drank too much. With a red face, he and Qing Lei bared their arms and flexed their wrists to show their strength amidst the loud shouts of Hua Xulie and Lie Shankang.
Si Xi, Zhu Long Dial and other old monsters gathered together. They were also drunk and smiling, but no matter how you looked at them, there was a trace of indescribable wretchedness and evil in their smiles, which made people's whole bodies stand on end. .
Zhu Rong, who has always seemed a bit aloof and aloof, aloof and unapproachable, didn't know who took off his big red robe. He only wore a red tight lining and two snow-white silver robes. Arms, laughing and dancing with several beautiful girls from the Eastern Wasteland like snakes in the hall.
It must be said that Zhu Rong was extraordinarily handsome, and his dancing posture was extremely graceful. He was as powerful as a giant splitting a mountain, yet he was as smooth as a beautiful woman's veil. The perfect blend of strength and softness, coupled with the fire gushing from his eyes, gave him An extremely strange beauty.
The smell of wine and the smell of meat overflowed in the hall. The elders and chiefs of various tribes were mixed together. The warriors and generals of each tribe were making loud noises. Ji Hao stood under a big pillar and drank heavily. The hall was really like a group of demons dancing wildly, it was really lively.
A strongman from the Western Wilderness boasted about his strength, and a Kuafu tribesman who tried his best to reduce his height and was still five feet tall slapped him out, knocking all his teeth out.
A shaman priest from the Northern Wilderness boasted about his mysterious witchcraft, so a shaman priest from an unknown tribe in the Southern Wilderness attacked him secretly, burning his beard and hair until they were so bald and embarrassing.
A beautiful woman from Donghuang boasted that Dongyi's beauties were unparalleled in the world, and Ji Hao's eyes widened in horror.
The beautiful woman from Nanhuang drank too much. She puffed up her chest and laughed loudly, "The girls from Dongyi are quite slender, but when it comes to figures, we have to count our girls from Nanhuang!"
A majestic man with a big beard rushed up angrily. Amidst the applause and stamping cheers of countless people, he cursed and took off his clothes and wrapped up the beautiful woman who had drunk too much: "Little Sanzi , Mistress, take your mother back quickly!"
With a 'boom' sound, the noise here had not ended yet, but the two drunken men over there started wrestling again to add to the fun. They were like two swaying bears, bumping and beating randomly with their shoulders, knees, and buttocks, and every impact made a loud noise like thunder.
These two guys have definitely squeezed most of their bodies into the powerful existence of the Witch King level. When their bodies collided, they made a roar like gold and iron, instead of the muffled sound that should be caused by the collision of flesh. .
Suddenly there was a terrible cracking sound in the distance. A big man with bloodshot eyes laughed wildly and smashed a pillar next to him with his claws. Fortunately, the Assembly Hall was a powerful witchcraft treasure, and the broken pillars quickly healed themselves without causing any harm to the entire hall.
The heat in the hall was getting heavier and heavier, and everyone was getting more and more excited. Ji Hao always felt that a big melee was just around the corner.
At this time, a large number of pretty maids came up and served a bowl of sobering soup to everyone in the hall. The sobering soup made by the great wizard of the witch palace is very powerful. After drinking it, it is like an icy spring, which quickly dissipates the alcohol smell and makes everyone sober up.
As a result, the atmosphere in the hall quickly calmed down, and everyone once again called for friends to celebrate loudly. More wine jars were continuously brought to the hall.
Ji Hao continued to stand under the big pillar, covering most of his figure with the help of this big pillar, which was as thick as several people could hug him. He quietly admired the scene in front of him.
Yes, it was appreciation. As an outsider, Ji Hao was quietly appreciating the magnificent scenes that he had never dreamed of in his previous life. These people, these things, this era, this world. Ji Hao was holding a wine glass, living in the mortal world, but his heart was beyond the sky, overlooking everything from a high place.
An unusually cold but domineering aura suddenly approached. Wuzhiqi was carrying a wine jar, with traces of alcohol on his long hair, and walked up to Ji Hao with a pair of fierce and unusually bloodshot eyes. He slapped Ji Hao on the shoulder.
"The little baby has some abilities... Go back and let go of the dark clouds, and give those slaves to Uncle Wuzhiqi obediently. This debt will be settled."
Wuzhiqi had obviously drunk too much, and he was quite incoherent when he spoke. The smell of alcohol hit his face as soon as he opened his mouth.
"It's easy to say anything if you give me money." Ji Hao is not afraid of Wuzhiqi. Even though he is an old minister of the Gonggong clan, a tyrannical existence with great cultivation, and an old monster who has lived for who knows how many years, why should Ji Hao be afraid? he.
Wuzhiqi's furry palms were slapped off with a slap, and Ji Hao said coldly: "If you don't have money, why do you want to act like an uncle? Wuyun disrespects me. Hanging him on the archway is his due punishment. When will he be let down? Let's see. I’m in the mood!”
Wuzhiqi squinted his eyes and his neck suddenly stretched several feet. He tilted his face in front of Ji Hao and said with a cold smile: "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Ji Hao looked at Wuzhiqi's hairy face and said with a mocking smile: "This is the main hall of the human king's political affairs. I am a human being. Are you afraid that you are a hairy ape?"
Wuzhiqi was furious, his eyes flashed with blood, and he clawed at Ji Hao's face with his claws.
With Wuzhiqi's strength, this claw really grabbed Ji Hao's face and could definitely tear his entire head into pieces.
Ji Hao had been on guard for a long time. He tilted his body to avoid Wuzhiqi's palm, which was slow due to drunkenness. After a sword cry, the Yanlong sword stabbed into Wuzhiqi's lower abdomen with a 'puff' sound.
There was blood everywhere, and suddenly there was deathly silence all around. Countless people looked over.
(End of chapter)