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Faced with the overt and covert sarcasm in Inuyama He's words, Tachibana Masamune was not angry. He still maintained his indifferent smile that revealed the temperament of being in control of the overall situation, and gently turned the engraved sixteen-petal chrysanthemum of the Tachibana family on his finger. He took the ring with the emblem and said to the other four heads of the Fuma, Sakurai, Ryoma, and Miyamoto families in the shrine: "Everyone, we have now roughly stabilized the situation in the country. As long as we keep it up, we, the Eight Snakes and Sevens, will completely give up. With the name of the underworld, the day of stepping into the light is just around the corner. And our biggest enemy now is not the cultists in the country who are bewitched by heretical beliefs because of unsatisfactory life, resulting in body mutation. But the only thing that inspires from the West is The eagle that comes with wings.”

As soon as these words came out, even Inuyama Ga, who didn't see eye to eye with Tachibana Masamune, couldn't help but fall silent; the oldest Fuma family leader, Fuma Kotaro, had a face as hard as a piece of ancient wood; the head of the Ryoma family - he looked ordinary in appearance. Ryoma Genichiro, who is almost as young as a man, kept raising his hand to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead; Miyamoto Shio, a member of the Miyamoto family, looked down at his tightly clenched fists, deeply feeling the surging feeling in his heart. Aroused, but powerless anger.

The head of the Sakurai family, the youngest and the only female head among everyone present - Sakurai Nanami pushed up the somewhat dull tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses on her face and asked softly in the silence of everyone: " Since you, the head of the Ju family, took the initiative to raise this issue, you must have already had a strategy to deal with it, right?"

In Japan's "traditional" customs, there has always been an unspoken rule of "whoever raises a problem will solve it." This is why even at the end of the twentieth century, they are still using an extremely backward traditional means of information transmission - writing. Letters and faxes, because no company wants to take on the "responsibility" of replacing advanced equipment for an entire industry.

Even among the Sopranos, this unspoken rule is tacitly understood by everyone.

This is the Japanese, a bunch of maggots who have no sense of responsibility and know little etiquette but no great righteousness!

A trace of extremely subtle contempt flashed in Tachibana Masamune's eyes, and he nodded gently and said, "That's natural."

He shook open the folding fan in his hand, displayed the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum emblem on it in front of everyone, and said in a eloquent tone: "Do you still remember that our eight Sheqi families ended World War II 50 years ago? During the period, we once signed an agreement with a man that was humiliating and humiliating our clan? Although that treaty made us vassals of the secret party, it also gave us considerable autonomy. And now, the only difference between us and back then is It’s just a different person signing the contract..."

"Master Ju, I have to remind you."

Fuma Kotaro coughed lightly: "Although we are no longer the Sheqi Hachi family that was severely damaged in the war, the other party is not the lion-like man back then. It is an emperor, an emperor who wants to annex the world! You also saw how he treated the French, the corpses on the iron tower are still dripping with blood, and he didn’t care at all about the small sacrifices on the road to conquest.”

"No, Master Feng Mo, we are different from the French." Tachibana Masamune raised his voice slightly, "As long as we maintain a docile posture from the beginning, even the emperor has no excuse to launch a massacre against us. Even if It is to take over our power, and at most it will just make us old guys have their heads fall to the ground. If my head can help the Sheqi Eighth Family to preserve their strength to the greatest extent, then I am willing to cut off my head with my own hands and donate it to that An emperor!"

The steely and cold consciousness in Tachibana Masamune's words aroused the awe of the other five family heads. They stared at Tachibana Masamune's upright and majestic face for a long time as if they were recognizing Tachibana Masamune for the first time.Then all the family heads held up the teacups in front of them with both hands and said categorically: "For the survival of the Sheqi family, we are willing to give up our lives!"

Look up, drink up.

The hot matcha can't burn the throats of these mixed races, it can only make the fire in their hearts burn brighter.

Even if they are sold by the Secret Party like commodities, even if the opponent is the most powerful empire in the West, they will not have any fear!

Because behind them are countless young people with promising futures, looking at them with a mixture of expectation and respect.

the conference has ended.

Masamune Tachibana was alone, walking slowly along the southern approach of Meiji Shrine, in front of the high wall made of sake barrels. His face was calm, and he was not at all dismayed by the powerful enemy that was about to come.

Even from the perspective of the insiders of the Sheqi Eight Family, this is the head of the Tachibana family thinking deeply about his future survival. There will be no doubts or thoughts at all, and no one will come to monitor the family head's leisure.

Therefore, when Masamune Tachibana stood with his back against the wall of sake barrels, in front of the wall made of stacked wine barrels opposite him, there was a man wearing a pale Noh mask standing before him.

If there are any fierce ghosts here, they will be surprised and shout out this man's name:

The leader of the fierce ghosts, the spiritual guide of all evil ghosts, a man who has never shown his true face - Wang Jiang!

The Eight Sheqi Family are naturally the destined enemies of the fierce ghosts, rebels with unstable bloodlines.

But now, the leaders of the two incompatible parties, like close friends, met peacefully at a predetermined location out of everyone's sight.

There was no expected tense situation, no indifferent exchanges of words. The two just stared at each other quietly for a few seconds before Masamune Tachibana nodded and said, "I understand."

What do you know?And how do you know?

No one knows.

In just the blink of an eye, the figure of the king disappeared from Tachibana Masamune, just like the thin snow on the branches in spring, or like the dream in the warm bed, like bubbles, dissipated without a trace with a gust of wind.

Tachibana Masamune looked up to the west where the sun was setting, looking at the stars gradually appearing in the sky, and said with a chuckle: "Emperor of the Sky Eagle, young sun. Have you ever thought about being killed by your own What about the slaughter of bones and blood?”

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In a dark space unknown to anyone, a skinny hand caressed the huge petri dish in front of him as gently as caressing the delicate skin of a lover. His shining eyes carefully looked at the microorganisms floating in the biological gel. Her beautiful body, and that...

Red hair that spread out like ocean waves, and cold, dull dark gold pupils.

"Just a drop of blood from that emperor made this vessel grow so rapidly and soundly... It's really terrifying power and power, really coveted soul and flesh!"

"Oh... the great god in the void, the Shalish who is in charge of all the lusts in the world! Thank you, thank you! I will definitely complete the great deeds you gave me and prepare a body for you to come into the world. Let the cold immortal , my heart goes out to you!”

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On the Lamenter, while listening to the Servo Skull reading a biology book to him, Ohm, who was swinging the rune hammer in front of the forge, suddenly stopped what he was doing, looked to the east, and frowned tightly. Eyebrow.