Net King: Walking into Tatehai University with Damocles on his head

The stone slab is too ruthless! After all, in order to avoid the tragedy of the past, their brother Zun has been conscientiously suppressing his own power for so many years.

The result - that's it?

"Hey, monkey, stop eating, let's go and see what's going on—"

He quickly grabbed the hand of Fushimi Saruhiko, with whom he had become much more friendly recently, and dragged him forward.

At this moment, Hatta, whose only thought was on Suohono, did not notice the other party's expression of slight surprise but also a hint of understanding.

After understanding it, the expression is particularly meaningful!

Although he still looked like this because he cared about Suho-sama.

Well……

But considering that this is the first time Misaki has pulled him in recently, I really just want to wait for him to discover it himself!

Fushimi Saruhiko made the decision happily.

Of course, Hatta Misaki was not the only one who discovered the problem with the Sword of Damocles. There were people who were closer to him, so when he arrived, there were already many people surrounding Suoh-sama.

To be precise, it can’t be called a circle, after all, everyone else is outside the two-meter range of Zhou Fangcun!

It was obvious that he came here to cause trouble from the beginning, and he was clamoring to pull out the new third king and give him a good look. What qualifications did he have to be the third king?

But after arriving here——

These troublemakers stared blankly at the sky sword hanging above Suohon's head, as if they had never seen the world before!

On the silly and stupid expression, there are two lines of silly and natural tears...

"Hey, did you guys get kicked in the head by a donkey?" Hatta Misaki calmed herself down and said with disdain. What kind of expressions are these!

"Yata, you're here!" Kamada Rikio wiped his tears, "Ask him, we are so moved. We thought we would never see this scene again, but unexpectedly - Woohoo!"

Even a 200-pound body weight couldn't suppress the tears in his heart. With his strength, Kamadamoto Rikio cried himself into a wronged baby.

"..."

Tsk!

How stupid!

Hatta Misaki was a little disgusted.

Why does he have such a stupid little brother?

"Hey, there are other people here, can you please show some backbone to us, the Wuluo?"

Hatta Misaki was very disgusted with Kamadamoto Rikio for bringing shame to their Homura. There are others around! Show me your momentum and posture!

Unexpectedly, the fat man Kammoto Rikio himself was very calm.

"Brother Hatta, what are you talking about? The person next to you is not an outsider at all, he is clearly one of us!" He nodded to himself and pointed at Fushimi Saruhi Komichi, "Didn't you two make peace with each other? Now that you've made peace, stop torturing us outsiders!"

It's been hard for the others to watch over the years...

"Who made peace with him? What do you mean by torturing you outsiders? When did he become my wife?"

I don’t know if it was because of my words that broke the illusion that I had been trying to deceive myself about.

Hatta Misaki's cheeks suddenly turned red, anger rushed to her head, her reason ran away from home, and she punched the fat boy in front of her on the head.

"If you can't speak, just say less. No one thinks you're dumb!"

Kamadamoto Rikio grimaced in pain and dared not speak for a moment.

The reappearance of the scarlet sword of Damocles gave the Homura a great boost, and their slogans continued to echo on this street, heralding the reappearance of this extraordinary clan.

Ren Wang also wanted to enjoy this moment, but he didn't have much time left. After wasting a while, it was already six or seven in the morning.

It’s time to go!

"Brother Zun - can you put away your sword?" He grinned and chuckled softly.

"What? Are you leaving?" Suohono still wanted to celebrate with him. He knew that Nioh was busy, but it was still okay to celebrate for a minute or two.

"Hmm!" Ren Wang scratched his head, "I am indeed here--"

Time is quite tight.