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Chapter 9 Dapeng Spreads Its Wings and Flying Clouds (Part 2)

Princess Feiyan was having a good time eating and shouted loudly to the noble children: "Come here and eat quickly, it's lively for many people."

The nobles gave Domotoki a sorry look, and the meaning seemed to be saying: Brother, I'm sorry. This is the princess' order, and we actually don't want to go over and have a meal.

After delivering this look, except for a few noble children who were in the same family, nearly a hundred noble children temporarily turned against Wuming's side in the offensive of Wuming's roast pork.

"Domotoki, let's eat together. It's so delicious." Feiyan's hands were covered with oil stains and she shouted without any princess's demeanor.

Domotogi stood up with a cold face and performed a noble manner to Feiyan, and said gloomyly: "Dear Princess, I am a little tired. Please allow me to go back to the tent to rest earlier. We will still have to rush to the road tomorrow."

"Okay." Feiyan smiled happily with bright big eyes, "It's a pity that I can't eat such delicious barbecue together."

Domotoki's chest was as if he was hit hard, and quickly turned around and walked towards the tent. He was afraid that he would not be able to help drawing his sword toward him after looking back at Wuming. He did not want to kill Wuming when Wuming was the most popular. This would make people misunderstand that he was targeting other people when he killed Wuming.

"If you like it, you will make something better for you tomorrow. When people in the mountains have nothing to do, they will study various ways to make food."

Wuming's words immediately made the crowd with a warm atmosphere boil again, and under the stimulation of alcohol, people sang wildly.

Domotoki, who was about to enter the tent, could no longer bear the people behind him who had no name. He slowly lowered his hand when he opened the curtain of the tent and turned around and walked towards the hilarious crowd.

Domotoki came to the crowd and looked at Wuming who was seriously making barbecue there, and a flame of jealousy surged in his heart again.

"I didn't expect that a small wild man in the mountains also knew how to win people's hearts." Domotoki muttered in a low voice to the center of the crowd, and shouted loudly with his hands: "Everyone! We are all pillars of the country. If there is no martial arts to cheer up in such a lively occasion, how monotonous it would be."

The lively scene suddenly became much quieter, and people familiar with Domotoki naturally knew what he wanted to do. But no one dared to stand up and take responsibility for him, or persuaded him to dispel the idea of ​​destroying everyone's fun.

Feiyan, who had a few glasses of fine wine, was excited under the stimulation of alcohol, and quickly clapped his hands and shouted loudly, "Fighting, Fighting! We are here to make achievements this time. Fighting is the foundation for our survival. How can we lose this? I agree with Baron Domotoki's suggestion."

Everyone could only reluctantly agree when they saw Princess Feiyan who was drunk and crazy. The lively scene was still maintained, but there was still a little bit of it, and only the individual knew it.

"Since everyone thinks so, I'm not willing to be the first participant in this martial arts performance. I wonder who would be my opponent?" Domotoki looked at everyone with great enthusiasm. Who can't see the threatening eyes? Naturally, no one dares to fight.

Wuming was still doing his barbecue seriously and never looked up at this man he didn't like.

Domotoki sighed with a embarrassed look and said, "Since no one takes the initiative to fight, I have to choose my opponent. I think, just that barbecue friend. Today you have presented such delicious food to everyone and then a wonderful fight, and that would be a perfect night."

"Aren't you tired? I won't fight you." Wuming said without raising his head: "It's better to take a break early, I don't want to take advantage of you."

"This..." Domotoki secretly cursed Wuming, a guy who didn't say much, always hit the point, but looked at the drunk princess with a embarrassed look on his face: "As a princess' knight, you can't let the princess feel happy no matter what. I believe the princess is also looking forward to our duel."

The princess, who had been drunk for a long time, patted her hands and shouted excitedly: "That's right, that's right. Mr. Wuming, I'll order you to have a fight with Baron Motoki in your family."

Wuming smiled disdainfully, and Gerry beside him whispered: "You must listen to the princess' orders, otherwise the villagers will..."

"I understand, I'll just take the challenge." Wuming glanced at the princess in disgust and said, "I heard that some martial arts can be bets and bets, I wonder if we can do it here too?"

"Yes! Of course!" The drunk princess shouted excitedly: "This time I will be the banker, and Mr. Baron will pay one for one, and Mr. Wuming will pay ten for one. Everyone will bet."

The people who followed Feiyan also thought that the platoon was fair. After all, Domotoki was a level nine knight and his strength was still very certain. Wuming was just a civilian who could shoot bows and arrows. He could not use bows and arrows in such a martial arts. In their eyes, Wuming would become Domotoki's punching bag next.

The Gerry Knights were unsure of which side to buy, and they had no money to bet. Their gold coins had long been used to buy the equipment Wuming brought back that time.

For a moment, hundreds of gold coins were piled up in front of the princess, and almost all the gold coins were pressed on the side of Domotoki.

"How can I play this? I'm pressing on it..." Before the drunk princess finished her words, Wuming pressed three hundred gold coins on her body: "I'll press myself three hundred gold coins."

Everyone was stunned, and Domotoki was stunned, and almost everyone looked at Wuming. Three hundred gold coins were not considered a big money in their eyes, but they still knew how valuable it was in the eyes of ordinary people.

This was a provocation. Domotoki quickly made Wuming's destiny for provocation. With the idea that he could not lose to the other party in battle and that money could not be lost to the other party, Domotoki placed a 500-yuan gold ticket on his body in front of the princess.

"This money should be able to renovate the house for the people in the village, right?" Wuming walked to the center of the field and made Domotoki, who was following him, almost fall down after hearing this. At this moment, Domotoki even suspected that Wuming was crazy. Last time, he successfully attacked without being careful. At this time, he still had such confidence.

Both sides arrived at the center of the venue and the drunk princess shouted excitedly: "Now the martial arts start!"

Domotoki gracefully pulled out his lightsaber and placed it on his chest, and said to Wuming as the etiquette before the fight between the knights: "I give it to my family..."

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At this moment, the field was extremely quiet, and Domotoki's voice fell to the ground seemed particularly heavy. At this time, Domotoki was completely unconscious there. People were stunned to see the sudden situation. Someone launched an attack before others could perform outside knight ceremony. This made them feel incredible.

I don’t know how many seconds passed, but someone finally reacted and pointed at Wuming and shouted: “You are foul! You actually attacked, you insulted the Knight’s martial arts.”

Wuming looked at the other party quietly, and after the other party finished speaking, he said calmly: "The princess has announced the start just now, which means she can take action. If he doesn't take action, why can't I take action? I'm not a knight or a nobleman."

The questioner stayed there on the spot. That's right! Wuming is neither a knight nor a noble, so he doesn't need to abide by such rules at all. In addition, in the past, the referee will announce the start of the martial arts after the personnel of both sides have paid their respects.

Today, the princess turned the ceremony against her while drunk. Domotoki's previous practice really deserved it.

"But...but..." Domotoki's best friend wanted to argue for him, Wuming looked coldly and said, "In the forest, wild beasts will not wait for you to salute before fighting with you. I believe the same is true on the battlefield."
Chapter completed!
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