Chapter 63 Tokyo Sealing Array 3

"Would you like something to drink?"

Ono's three halls went all the way to the east wall, turned out the small bar, and motioned to the four red emblem mages, looking like a master.

"White water!"

The four mages spoke with one voice, as if they had made an appointment in advance.

"What a bunch of guys without the mood of life!"

Ono Santang shrugged his shoulders and motioned Xiaoye to pour white water for the four mages. He picked up the half-full gobstick, drank all the wine in the glass, and then filled it again. When the four of them had a water cup in their hands, he raised the glass and said, "Let's celebrate. The Japanese Mage Association has officially succeeded in history."

But the four mages did not move at all and did not give Ono Santang face at all.

One of the mages said coldly, "It's too early to celebrate. Sakurai Natsmori and Nobi Fujio are not dead. These two old men are the soul figures of the Japanese Mage Association. The Sakurai family and the Nobi family together are equivalent to more than half of the Japanese Mage Association, and the other families are just small supporting roles. " This is a tall and handsome middle-aged man, but his appearance in his thirties is the best age with all kinds of male advantages such as youth, maturity, demeanor and so on. Although his black hair and black eyes have obvious white characteristics, they can still vaguely see the Asian blood on his body. This is a Eurasian hybrid.

"Don't be so disappointing. At least it's a decisive phased victory, isn't it? As long as we follow the plan tonight, the Japanese Mage Association will definitely go into history! It doesn't matter to celebrate in advance.

Ono Santang drank all the wine in the glass again, poured it again, and looked at the three people with a smile, "Are you really not going to drink some? Sakurai Natsuki's guy hides all good wine.

A mage with a Mediterranean trend shook his head and said, "You shouldn't drink. This is a blatant violation of the precepts!"

"What can I do? Like you, you couldn't even get into Takanoyama in those years! Now it's all right. The eight leaves are dead, and the Japanese Mage Association is over. You have provoked me to drink! I have almost forgotten the eight precepts. Even if I haven't forgotten them, so what? I'm in the same decline, and I've committed it all. Are you going to judge me now?"

Ono Santang provocatively drank all the wine in the glass again, and then toss out the cup. The cup made a harsh and crisp sound in the air, burst into thousands of pieces, and flew to the silent mages.

A faint aperture appeared on the four mages, as if a transparent ball covered them and blocked the flying glass fragments.

The handsome middle-aged mixed-race mage flat stretched out his right hand, and the flying glass fragments gathered in the heart of his hand like a fire moth, converged and merged, and finally turned into a transparent glass bead. A faint golden symbol was faintly visible in the middle of the beads. "I just want to remind you not to forget who you are. Where is your own root? Maybe you have been in Japan for so long that you have forgotten your responsibility!"

"Ha, I really want to forget what you didn't say. Really, why didn't I forget to inform you to pick peaches? Ono Santang's voice slowly became cold. Xiaoye walked to him, held his palm, and said coldly, "Four people, please pay attention to your own identity. There are some words that you don't deserve to say!"

The faces of the four mages changed greatly. The bald mage stared and was about to speak, but the middle-aged mixed-race mage suddenly waved his hand and silently looked at the young men and women standing side by side. He slowly lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, we were rude. God bless the general!"

"Forget it, you are the imperial envoys from above. What else can I do as a general who can't be seen? You don't have the mood to celebrate with me. In this case, let's go, or do you want to stay and see the hell world with your own eyes?

Ono Santang took out a small mail tray sample item in his trouser pocket and threw it out. The bald mage took a step forward and stretched out his hands to pick it up, but as soon as the little thing fell into his hand, he snorted, and his whole face turned red in an instant. He stepped back a few steps, barely stood still, but spewed out a mouthful. Blood.

The other three mages stepped forward at the same time, and the middle-aged mixed-race mage said angrily, "General Tianyou, what do you mean?"

Ono Santang smiled and said, "This is a small punishment. You guys run to my ground so arrogantly that you really don't know how to write dead words! Fortunately, I'm very generous. I won't pay attention to your little disrespect. However, if you go back and say something messy, say that I, General Tianyou, is nothing more like this, and there will be more bullshit than you if any bastards come to me in the future. So, for the future The trouble of dating, each of you kowtow to me, just get out of here!"

"Zhang Louis, don't go too much!"

The only female mage among the four mages stepped on a step, shook her right hand, and a yellow talisman flashed between her fingers, and then ignited, "Taishang Laojun is as anxious as the law!"

Yong Da Tianshi, who was lying in the ventilation pipe to watch the play, was so surprised that he almost jumped up.

It's incredible that such a long-legged, blonde and blue-eyed English-speaking foreign girl drinks such an authentic Chinese Taoist saying! Although the tone is rigid, it is accurate, fast and fast.

Under the order of Fu Ran, the foreign girl sprinkled a large handful of soybeans. The soybeans fell to the ground and exploded, bursting out a mass of white fog. In the fog, soldiers with long knives stepped out.

"Sprinkle beans and become soldiers? That's awesome!"

Ono laughed loudly, his body flashed, and rushed out with a whine, because his movements were so fast that he left a series of shadows on the movement trajectory.

Then he heard a series of muffled noises, and the soldiers turned into soybeans seemed to have been hit by a speeding photo-free ten-wheel * big truck, flying all over the sky.

The middle-aged mixed-race mage's face changed greatly. He shouted "The divine soldier is as urgent as the law" and threw out a paper charm. The charm exploded into a dark cloud with a bang in the air. Several electric lightning blows in the clouds burst out, stabbing the three halls of the small field that rushed through the Huangdou soldiers. But the electric light was a step late, passing through the shadow left by Ono Santang and shooting directly into the wall, shooting a big hole in the clean wall on the spot.

The dust flew, the gravel flew around, and in the chaos, Ono Santang had bullied the female mage, stretched out and grabbed it, and heard a loud hiss, which actually pulled off the white robe on the female mage's body.

The female mage exclaimed, slapped her palms, and two flames caged the whole palms in it, followed by a wrong hand, and patted the two palms one in front and one back to Ono Santang. The middle-aged mixed-race mage stretched out his finger a little, and there was a rumbling in the dark clouds in front of him, and another electric light shot out. The fourth mage, who had never made a sound, took out a small mirror from his robe, bit his finger and quickly drew a blood charm on the mirror. He took a picture of Ono Santang, took the figure of Ono Santang into the mirror, and then patted it with one palm in the mirror, and the whole palm was deeply inserted into the mirror. And Ono Santang suddenly appeared on the top of his head and patted Ono Santang like a fly.

********I am the dividing line with a high fever *********

During the day, I had a fever again. It burned to 38 degrees and nine degrees. I was almost confused... The temperature didn't drop until after four o'clock in the afternoon.