The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

The hazy mist lingered among the trees, and the banquet among the flowers should have been very beautiful.

But now, the wine glasses were overturned on the messy table, and the wine was flowing down the edge of the table.

The crooked tables and chairs were enough to prove how anxious the people were to leave.

Figures of all sizes crowded together, blocking the exit of the barrier tightly, and as a result no one could be the first to leave.

Hozuki stood beside Yan Mo's seat, pouring wine for him while asking knowingly, "Eh? My Lords, the banquet has just started, are you leaving now?"

"Woo...Hiroshige-kun...don't talk anymore." Yanmo wanted to cry.

After the incident caused by Gui Lantern, Hell will definitely be targeted by other gods.

We are all colleagues, there is no need to be so awkward.

"Huh? Oh, did I say something wrong?" Gui Deng looked calm.

He showed no remorse and continued to stir up trouble: "So you all hate Lord Qinghe?"

The person who realized he couldn't escape when the disaster was imminent became angry and said, "Yan Mo! We finally have a banquet, and you're bringing people to cause trouble?"

"Don't lose your composure. Look at what you look like now." Someone began to maintain order.

"Leave one by one. There is plenty of time. We have so many gods. There is no need to panic."

Even if she found them, there were so many of them, she wouldn't kill them all.

At worst, I can just bow to her and find a scapegoat to apologize.

With this mentality, the gods in heaven regained their elegance and prepared to exit in an orderly manner.

"I just arrived and you're leaving? That's so rude." Qinghe's voice sounded faintly.

The exit of the barrier was instantly blocked, and now no one could escape.

The gods were unable to keep calm for even a moment, and their newly-established style was broken in an instant.

However, there was still a more stable god: "No, I just heard that Haruka-sama would be attending, so I couldn't wait to come and greet him."

"Yes, yes." The other gods nodded repeatedly.

"Master Qinghe, please take a seat."

They did not dare to act rashly, so they had to pretend nothing had happened and returned to the banquet center one after another.

Qinghe didn't even give them a perfunctory smile, let alone pay attention to them.

She walked straight to the main seat at the banquet, lifted the tablecloth and all the debris, and then sat down on the clean table.

Compared to these gods, Qinghe's size can be considered very small, but now they are standing in a row at the bottom like elementary school students being punished.

Qinghe's right leg was crossed over his left leg, his arms were resting on his knees, and his right hand was supporting his chin.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and scanned each god carefully.

"You seem to have a lot of complaints about me?"

"Come on, tell me in person."

The scene fell into dead silence, and Qinghe's words sounded like a death wish to them.

Even if someone really has an opinion, who would dare to raise it to her face?

Not getting any feedback, Qinghe asked a new question: "Will you fix the cracks in the rules?"

The gods looked at each other, not understanding Qinghe's intention in asking this.

Is it to show her contribution to the world?

Still getting no answer, Qinghe snapped his fingers.

The surrounding scene reversed, and the fairy-like heaven returned to its original state, with some cracks scattered in the void.

Qinghe gently waved his hand and threw the god who jumped the most violently to the front of the crack: "Xiu."

"Lord Qinghe, what do you mean?" The god took a few steps back in panic.

If the crack collapsed, he would definitely die completely and disappear from every angle.

"No?" Qinghe tilted his head, as if very troubled.

"Of course, we are no match for Qing..." The compliment was not finished yet.

Qinghe raised his hand and pressed him on the crack, filling the rules.

After the huge body disintegrated into characters, it managed to fill 70% of the crack.

"Ah, I thought you guys had become more capable."

There was sarcasm in Qinghe's tone: "You don't know how to repair it, and your hands are still so bad..."

"Even if I'm easy to talk to, you can't push my luck."

After all the trouble, he created cracks in the rules and didn't know how to fix them. Did he really treat her as his enemy?

Whoever caused the trouble should fix it himself.

Qinghe has always adhered to the principles of fairness and justice. It doesn't matter if they can't repair it, using their lives to make up for it will have the same effect.

Some gods couldn't bear to watch it any longer: "Master Qinghe, don't you think it's too cruel to act like this?"

"With great power comes great responsibility. For you, such a small matter is not a problem at all. Why...why bother with it so much?"

"Don't scream, you're next." Qinghe admired his courage and decided to let him fill the remaining 30% of the crack.

Only after the number of gods attending the banquet was reduced by one third was all the cracks finally smoothed out.

Haruka was very satisfied with their cooperation, but he still knocked them.

"I'm not good at preaching, and I get very upset when I encounter different ideas."

"So please, don't have different opinions from me, okay?"

Qinghe thought she had made it very clear, but there were some things that just popped up and made her unhappy.

"Master Qinghe, we respect you, why are you humiliating us like this? You can't do this!"

Can't do this? Haruka wondered why not.

She was ready to listen: "Huh? Reason?"

If they feel this is a humiliation and cannot bear it, they can just resist and unite to try to overthrow her.

The right to speak has never been in the hands of the weak, and the truth is always written by the victors.

Blood for blood, life for life, if they want to seek justice, let them come.

Under the encouraging gazes of other gods, this god gritted his teeth and continued to persuade: "Dictators cannot gain faith, and one day, no one will follow you!"

Qinghe was so bored that she wanted to yawn. Her tone was calm: "Wow, good, but scary, oh."

The cracks have been smoothed out for now, but it wouldn’t be difficult to reinforce them.

One less person on the scene.

"Okay, does anyone else want to speak?"

The atmosphere was silent and quiet. It seemed that no one wanted to express different opinions.

Qinghe seemed to be relieved, and his voice became cheerful: "That's great, I'm glad that everyone agrees with me."

Wouldn't it be better if they did this earlier? Be more obedient and do your job.

Take care of yourself and don't cause trouble for her. It will be better for everyone.

Seeing that the audience was at a standstill, Hozuki raised his right hand and said, "Master Haruka, I still have some questions about the Government of Time..."

A god interrupted him hastily: "The government of time will be taken over by Hell. Anyway, those escaped souls are under the jurisdiction of Hell."

"I don't feel comfortable doing this. We have worked so hard to grow it to its current size. It's not easy to occupy Hell by force." Gui Deng pretended to refuse.

"No, it is what everyone wants to see Hell take over."

They know that no matter who takes the blame, it will be difficult to handle, and throwing it to hell is the best solution.

After getting the desired result, Hozuki retreated back to Yan Mo: "Then there is no doubt about Hell."

Qinghe snapped his fingers again, and everyone returned to the banquet venue.

After dealing with the annoying things, Qinghe felt refreshed and was about to go home: "You guys continue and have fun."

Regardless of whether the banquet could continue or not, Qinghe did not stay for a moment longer.

After solving this trouble, another trouble was waiting for her.

Ah, another fulfilling day.