Tens of thousands of people were piled up in the spacious government hall.

The hall, which was expanded with the secret witchcraft technique, still seems very spacious.

Under the walls on both sides, more than a dozen chimes roared. The musicians obviously drank too much, and they rang their chimes with red faces and their chimes. The frequency of chimes and chimes was not even one, and the bells had become a mixed roar, but no one cared.

In the corner of the wall, several musicians holding horns and pressing the Yaoqin were drunk and laughed foolishly. The sound of the horns was intermittent and like snoring. The sound of the Yaoqin was like a shower, mixed with the roar of chimes, but it was also pleasant.

The hot-bodied girl in the brigade held a jade plate carved from beautiful jade and delivered the delicious wine and food like flowing water.

The straw mats and tables that were originally neatly arranged were now in chaos. All the human officials who attended the banquet were carrying wine bowls, wine jars, and animal legs, laughing and jogging all over the hall, calling their friends to have fun.

The mature and steady Si Wenming also drank too much. He and Qinglei were blushing and showed their arms and gestured with strength amid the loud shouts of Hua Xulie and Lieshankang.

Si Xi, Zhu Longgui and other old monsters gathered together, and they were smiling with a dark drink, but no matter how they looked at their smiles, they had a hint of indescribable vulgarity and evil in their smiles, which made people's hair stand on their bodies.

Zhurong, who always seemed arrogant and arrogant, and was hard to get close to, didn't know who removed his big red robe. He only wore a tight red lining, with two snow-white shirts as white as silver, and laughed and joking with a few beautiful girls from the East Wilderness in the hall like a snake.

Zhu Rong was born with extraordinary handsomeness, and his dancing posture was extremely graceful, as vigorous and powerful as a giant splitting a mountain. However, he was also like a beautiful woman washing a veil. The hardness and softness were perfectly combined, and combined with the firelight gushing in his eyes, he had an extremely evil beauty.

The hall was filled with wine and the meat was fragrant. The elders and patriarchs of various tribes were mixed together, and the warriors and generals of various tribes were making noise. Ji Hao stood under a large pillar and drank with wine, feeling that the government hall was like a group of demons dancing around, and it was very lively.

A strong man from the Western Wilderness boasted that he was strong, and a Kuafu tribe who tried hard to squeeze his height and was still five feet tall and slapped him out, slapped him out, and beat him up to his mouth and his teeth were all taken off.

A witch monk from the Northern Wilderness boasted about his mysterious magic. A witch monk from an unknown tribe in the Southern Wilderness attacked him. A fire broke his beard and his hair was so frying that it was so embarrassing.

A beautiful woman from Donghuang boasted of the unparalleled beauty in Dongyi. Ji Hao widened his eyes in horror. Looking at a beautiful woman from Nanhuang with a hot body and full of fire, she took off her strapless breasts. Two balls of mutton fat jade rose high, causing countless people around to gasp at the same time.

The beautiful woman in Nanhuang drank too much and raised her chest with great boldness and laughed loudly: "The girl in Dongyi is slender, but when she gets up, she has to count our Nanhuang girls!"

A strong man with a big beard rushed up in anger. Amid the applause of countless people stomping their feet, he took off his clothes cursingly and wrapped the drunken beauty: "Three sons, Three sons. Take your mother back quickly!"

With a 'dong', the noise here has not yet ended, but the two drunken men have begun to fall to cheer up again. They use their shoulders, knees, and hips indiscriminately, like two swaying bears, and each impact makes a loud noise like thunder.

These two guys are definitely half of their bodies squeezed into the Witch King level powerful being. When their bodies hit, they make a roar of gold and iron, rather than the dull sound that should be caused by the collision.

Suddenly, a terrible cracking sound came from a distance. A big man with his eyes was filled with bloodshot laughing wildly, and he smashed a pillar beside him with one claw. Fortunately, the Political Affairs Hall is a powerful witch treasure, and the broken pillars quickly healed on their own and did not cause any harm to the entire hall.

The heat in the hall was getting heavier and heavier. Everyone became more and more excited. Ji Hao always felt that a big melee was right in front of him.

At this time, a large number of pretty maids came up and presented a bowl of sobering soup to everyone in the hall. The sobering soup from the great wizard of the Witch Palace was very effective. After drinking it, it was like an ice spring, which quickly dispelled the smell of alcohol and awakened everyone a lot.

So the atmosphere in the hall eased rapidly, and everyone called their friends to cheer each other loudly, and more wine jars were constantly delivered to the hall.

Ji Hao continued to stand under the big pillar, using this big pillar of several people to embrace each other and cover up most of his body, quietly admiring the scene in front of him.

Yes, it is appreciation. Ji Hao is quietly appreciating the magnificent scenes he had never dreamed of in his previous life as an outsider. These people, these things, this era, this world. Ji Hao holds a wine glass, is in the world, but his heart is beyond the sky, looking down at everything from a high place.

An extremely cold but domineering and fierce aura suddenly approached. Wu Zhiqi was carrying a wine jar, his long hair on his face was covered with traces of wine. He walked to Ji Hao with a pair of fierce and extremely bloody eyes, and slapped Ji Hao on the shoulder with a heavy slap.

"The baby has the ability... Go back and put down the dark clouds, and give all the slaves to Mr. Wuzhiqi. That's all the accounts."

Wu Zhiqi obviously drank too much, and he was quite incoherent when he spoke, and the smell of alcohol came to his face as soon as he spoke.

"Give money, everything is good." Ji Hao was not afraid of Wuzhi Qi. Even if he was an old minister of the Gonggong clan and had a powerful existence with great cultivation, he didn't know how many years he had lived, but why did Ji Hao be afraid of him.

He slapped Wu Zhiqi's furry palm off, and Ji Hao said coldly: "If you don't have money, why are you a man? Wuyun is disrespectful to me. Hanging it on the archway is his due punishment. When will he be put down, it depends on my mood!"

Wuzhiqi narrowed his eyes, and his neck suddenly stretched several feet long. His face was slanted to Ji Hao, and he smiled coldly and said, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Ji Hao looked at Wuzhi Qi's hairy face and smiled sarcastically: "This is the main hall of the Human King's Political Consultation. I am a dignified human race. I am afraid you are a hairy ape?"

Wuzhi Qi was furious, and blood flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed Ji Hao's face with a claw.

With Wuzhi Qi's strength, this claw really grabbed Ji Hao's face, which would definitely tear his entire head into pieces.

Ji Hao had been prepared for a long time. He tilted his body to avoid Wuzhiqi's palm, which had become slow because of drunkenness. After a sword sound, the Flame Dragon Sword pierced into Wuzhiqi's abdomen with a "puff".
Chapter completed!