Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Under the gaze of everyone who was either curious or surprised, Inuyama He slowly took out two short sticks that were completely black.

This short stick is ordinary, just the most common wooden stick. No one knows why the head of the Inuyama family is so serious, as if he is holding a final piece of evidence.

It's just that they don't need to know the specific reason. They only need to look at Yuan Zhisheng's extremely horrified expression to know that there must be something fishy about the two wooden sticks that don't appear to have anything special on the surface.

And this is indeed the case. Yuan Zhisheng looked at the clapper in Inuyama He's hand, and his whole person fell into a state of half sluggishness and half horror.

At this moment, he recalled the fear of being dominated by the sound of bangs.

The messy black hair scattered in front of his forehead was soaked with sweat. Yuan Zhisheng's muscles were tense, his eyes were fixed on the two black short sticks, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "You How come there is this thing?”

In his imagination, this was a secret weapon specially developed by Kassel Academy to deal with descendants of the White King. There was no reason or possibility that it would appear in the hands of the head of the Inuyama family, who was also a descendant of the White King.

Could it be that he has hooked up with the headquarters and is preparing to return the Japanese branch to the headquarters' management?

But there is no reason for this. Why would someone rush to be a dog for others?

Or is it that Inuyama Ga has always been a pawn placed by the headquarters in the Japanese branch?

Or perhaps, this is simply a trap set by the headquarters to dismantle the eight Sheqi families.

As long as Tachibana Masamune falls and Minamoto Shisho, who inherited his will, is imprisoned/executed for betraying the family, the eight Sheqi families may repeat the same mistakes and once again become fragmented.

All kinds of complex information gathered in his mind. Yuan Zhisheng tried hard to clear his thoughts and restore the truth of the matter. However, what he understood so far was too one-sided and he did not know the whole story at all. Naturally, he only Doing useless work.

The onlookers didn't know that Yuan Zhisheng's cold sweat at this moment was because his brain was working rapidly. They only felt that it was the dejection of being unable to refute after being exposed.

"Of course someone gave it to me." Inuyama Ga did not explain much about where the clappers came from, nor did he mention their functions. He just looked at Minamoto Chisheng who was still struggling to die:

"Now that things have happened, what else do you have to say?"

Although there is no ironclad evidence at the moment, Yuan Zhisheng's identity as a traitor has been confirmed.

If he wanted to make a comeback from a desperate situation, he would have to wake up on the spot and swear an oath to vouch for him with his own personality and life. Only then could he barely suppress everyone's fear.

Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in this world.

"Do you know what you are holding in your hand?" Yuan Zhisheng did not defend himself anymore. He just raised his head and met the eyes of the aloof old man. His eyes seemed to be suppressing anger as hot as lava.

He now only hopes that Inuyama Ga does not know the actual role of Kokuko, which means that the other party has not completely turned to the headquarters, but the knife that the headquarters borrowed to kill people.

"Of course I know." Inuyama, who had already learned the truth from the Kassel Headquarters Commissioner, said conclusively, "This is a token of information between you and Minamoto Naomi!"

"You know what the hell, this is a spiritual weapon specially developed by Kassel Academy to deal with Japanese hybrids!"

I can't bear it anymore, no need to bear it anymore.

Minamoto Chisheng originally thought that Inuyama Ga, as an elder of the eight Sheqi clans, would speak highly when he came to the stage to face members of the clan, but he never expected that he would say such ignorant words!

From the beginning to the end, what this old guy said had nothing to do with the truth, but he had no evidence to refute it, so his denunciation at this moment seemed like a ridiculously incompetent rage.

"Oh, really?" Inuyama He couldn't help laughing when he heard this. After he got these two pairs of clappers from the headquarter's commissioner, he had someone check them inside and out to make sure there was no mystery inside.

Even when he was guarding the headquarters last night, he had nothing to do and played a piece of music with these two sticks to relieve his boredom. If they were really spiritual weapons against the eight Sheqi families as Yuan Zhisheng said, then he would have gone insane last night. , and everything I say now is nonsense.

But is this possible?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

The rest of the people present laughed when they heard Yuan Zhisheng's alarmist words, feeling that this young master was nothing more than that, and actually wanted to save himself by pretending to be crazy and fooling everyone.

Just kidding, the gang is not a government agency that can use mental illness certificates to exploit loopholes in the law.

Miyamoto Shio, who stood quietly aside, looked at Minamoto's students with a thoughtful look on their faces. Although he didn't think that just two small sticks could affect their will, if this thing came from the Equipment Department of Kassel College Those hands of lunatics might give everyone present a little shock.

The madmen are on the left and the geniuses are on the right. The people in the equipment department are both geniuses and madmen. Their unbridled imagination is sometimes shocking and sometimes makes people laugh or cry. However, those chuunibyou still have the ability to turn their fantasies into reality.

However, with the current stage of alchemy technology, the creation of spiritual weapons that can target the descendants of the White King is almost only theoretical, and even if it is made, it will be quite large.

Therefore, these two clappers are not tokens of the Yuan brothers, they can only be two bombs filled with high explosives that may detonate at any time.

Thinking of this, he took a step forward to stop Inuyama Ga's next move. However, before he could speak, the old man in kimono had already raised his hand, and the wooden clasp sandwiched between the three fingers of his right hand gently struck together.

Inuyama Ga's movements were not big, and the sound made by the clapper seemed particularly subtle in the huge meeting hall. Everyone present heard the "plop" sound that was somewhat similar to Indian music, and there was no special reaction at all.

Opposite him was Minamoto, who was as tall and straight as an unsheathed samurai sword. The subtle banging sound sounded like thunder in his mind, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. , all the blood on his handsome face faded in an instant, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

The moment the bang sounded, Yuan Zhisheng seemed to have fallen into some kind of silent fear. He felt dizzy, dizzy, and heart-pounding. The sudden trembling and coldness penetrated deep into his soul, as if to freeze him in the cold. In the netherworld.

Fortunately, the sound of the clapper only lasted for a few seconds. After Inuyama Ga used practical actions to expose Minamoto's clumsy "lie", he stopped banging the clapper.

At the same time, Hasegawa Yoshitaka, who had been carrying Minamoto's suitcase, also took out two similar black short sticks from the suitcase that didn't have much luggage.

Everything supports Inuyama Ga's words.

Everyone looked at the young man in the middle of the meeting hall who seemed to have just been fished out of the water. His clothes were wet with sweat, his straight back was slightly stooped, and his heavy breathing could be heard clearly from ten meters away. Chu.

Who is lying? Everyone has already made up their mind.

"Now, do you have anything else you want to say?" Inuyama He restrained his smile and looked at the silent Minamoto.

Unlike others, when their eyes met just now, he could clearly see the panic and despair flashing in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes at the moment the bang sounded.

It didn't feel like the humiliation and despair of my life after the lie was exposed. It felt more like witnessing something so terrifying that it came from the abyss and made people unable to resist the slightest thought.

Recalling what Yuan Zhisheng said before, Inuyama He couldn't help but have doubts about the words of the two headquarters commissioners.

But now things have reached such a point that it is impossible to have a warm ending.

Nowadays, we don’t know when the poison in our bodies will be awakened. Someone who can stand up to the situation must stand up and take charge of the overall situation. At present, only he can use the power of "Qing Jun Side" to intimidate the heroes and gain dominance.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at Inuyama He steadily. After a long silence, he seemed to have figured out something. He sighed and said, "I am not guilty. When everyone wakes up, they will restore my innocence."

He knew that no one would believe anything he said now, so he might as well just bite him to death because he was wronged. Someone was secretly framing him, wanting to disintegrate the unity within the eight Sheqi families, and put on a show of unwillingness to cause more trouble. The posture of surrender means that no matter how angry others are, they still have to consider the face of the family members and not kill him.

After all, Tachibana Masamune was just comatose, not dead.

In this way, Minamoto Chisheng was put on the handcuffs specially made by the Yanliu Research Institute in public. If the face of the head of the Minamoto family and the adopted son of Tachibana Masamune must be taken into consideration, the shackles and shackles had to be arranged.

As Ryoma Genichiro and Fuma Kotaro led a group of elite law enforcement officers to escort Minamoto Chisheng away, the meeting hall fell into silence again.

Everyone looked at this bad old man who usually didn't show much publicity and only liked to enjoy women dancing and playing music. They knew in their hearts that he was now the talker of the Sheqi family.

With strong strength, seniority, and sufficient abilities, this kind of person should not take the blame... Acting as the head of the family is simply unforgivable.

And Inuyama Ga has no intention of declining. Nowadays, under internal and external troubles, the eight Sheqi families are in great danger. They may fall into the abyss of eternal destruction at any time due to a slight mistake. He must take the helm in place of Mr. Masamune and lead the eight Sheqi families. Survive this severe test!

"I came here only for three things." The old man looked around, his voice low and irresistible with majesty, which was the majestic momentum of traditional warriors:

"Protect the Sheqi Eight Family, protect the Japanese people, and protect the secrets of the Dragon Clan!"

The traitor Yuan Zhisheng was captured in order to protect the Sheqi family from being led to destruction. The purpose of exterminating the fierce ghosts and destroying the White King was to protect the safety of the Japanese people and prevent the secrets of the dragon clan from being leaked.

The words were concise and concise, and everyone's spirits were lifted after hearing it.

"In the past, the eight Sheqi families were doing their own things and were like a piece of scattered sand. It was Mr. Masamune who reunited us. He worked hard to restore the glory of the eight Sheqi families. He is a leader that we all admire."

"Now that he fell into a deep sleep due to an accident, he has already made detailed plans in advance. We only need to act step by step to keep everything he wants to keep."

"Gentlemen, are you confident that everyone can have a good night's sleep?"

After the words fell, all the members of the eight Sheqi families shouted with fanaticism: "Yes!"

"Capture the girl alive!"

"Capture the girl alive!" xN

“Rebury God!”

"Rebury God!" xN

"Very good, very energetic!" Among the crowd, some clever guy disrupted the formation. Such frivolous remarks naturally aroused everyone's dissatisfaction. However, they searched everywhere but could not find the clever guy, so they could only curse and leave. .

On the other side, in a star-rated hotel near Ginza Kabukiza, a sixteen-year-old young girl sat in front of the dressing mirror in the presidential suite. She was wearing a white hakama miko costume, her pink face and jade cheeks were as rosy as smoke, and her face was as red as smoke. Only the seventeen-year-old boy with a focused expression remained in his eyes with a hint of shame.

Wearing a dark red kimono, Kazama Ruri held an eyebrow pencil in her hand. She leaned over and used her exquisite makeup skills on the girl's beautiful face. Because she was too focused and careful, even her breathing was so gentle, for fear of the girl. The scent of his body made his hand holding the pen tremble a little.

This was a skill he had practiced on the corpses of girls in his hometown town, but he had never met a model as beautiful as the girl in front of him. Unable to restrain himself, he spent more than a day on her. time.

The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.

After Kazama Ruri became the Dragon King, she finally understood why the emperors in Kabuki dramas were so dissolute and even neglected court affairs for this reason.

It turns out that girls who are obedient to him are really addictive.

Kazama Ruri is no longer an innocent child. Although he cannot open the door to the new world because of a certain contractor's warning, this does not mean that he has no other ways to satisfy his desires.

Just looking at the docile and lovely girl like Mianyang, I still didn't let her hold the future and serve her well. Instead, I asked her to put on various clothes and painted her with the beautiful makeup of various dynasties and generations. In terms of pursuing beauty and appreciating beauty, Satisfy your own desires.

As the last stroke came down, Kazama Ruri gently raised Sakurai Kogure's chin, looked at the extremely beautiful girl carefully, nodded and praised: "She's so beautiful."

Sakurai Kogure originally had an enviable face, but now she puts on light makeup and raises her head slightly with a look in her eyes that makes me feel pity for her. She is really cute.

Fengjian Liuli looked at the girl who was asking for everything from her, and finally couldn't hold it back. She leaned forward slightly, ready to taste the refreshing sweetness contained in the small mouth of the cherry.

Seeing that Lord Dragon King had been struggling for a long time, he finally came up with the idea of ​​​​a kiss. Sakurai Kogure felt shy and happy, but he did not dodge. His watery eyes looked at Kazama Ruri's beauty getting closer and closer. His face seemed to imprint this moment deeply into his mind.

Just as the two people's heads were about to overlap and the story was getting more inappropriate for children, there was suddenly a slight sound of footsteps outside the door of the presidential suite, a slight friction on the carpet, and finally stopped at the door of the room where the two of them were staying.

Then, the clear doorbell rang.

"Ding Dong~Ding Dong~"

"..."x2

The charming and ambiguous atmosphere suddenly disappeared at this moment, Kazama Ruri's head stopped only five centimeters away from Sakurai Kogure's lips.

He originally planned to ignore the doorbell and walk the rest of the distance, but a ghostly voice squeezed in through the crack in the door, making him feel like a basin of cold water was poured over his head, chilling him to the bone:

"Girl, I'm here to find you."