"How the hell can this be called the main hall?"
Ye looked at the dilapidated building with less than half left in front of him, and felt a toothache at that moment.
The Chakra cannon fired so hard that the roof of the front hall and the walls evaporated directly, which was no different from Dust Release.
He stepped on the broken jade and gold foil on the ground and walked in. All he stepped on was money.
"Click."
The sole of the shoe crushed a thumb-sized piece of jade, and the crisp sound was particularly harsh in the ruins.
My heart aches at night.
Just this kick is enough to feed Konoha three Genin families for a year. It's too wasteful.
The corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly, but he refused to bend down.
In order to maintain his cold persona, he moved his feet away from the pile of "money" expressionlessly, pretending that he was a ruthless person who regarded money as dirt.
As a result, as soon as I took two steps inside, Ye almost turned around and exited due to the smoke.
It smells like sour wine and rotten meat, mixed with inferior fat powder and lime powder, and rubs it directly into the nasal cavity Rasengan.
Ye rubbed her nose.
If he hadn't had to show off, he would have wanted to shoot Wind Release to physically ventilate the place.
Is this where Daimyō lives?
The air in the chess and card room where Auntie plays mahjong at the entrance of the village is better than this one!
In the corner, seven or eight Dancing Girls, wearing only a layer of tulle, huddled together, their lips turning blue from the cold.
Wearing this much in the winter, this Daimyō is really indifferent.
Daimyō is currently being pinned to the gold brick by two ANBU.
The old boy had his face broken in the rubble just now, his face was covered in blood and he was screaming, and the jade crown on his head had already flown away.
As a result, when he saw Ye coming in, this guy actually held his neck and yelled, "Rebellion! You bunch of stinky warriors have rebelled against the sky, haven't you?"
Daimyō was already fat, his face was squeezed into a bun, and his throat was split.
"I'm going to kill all nine of your clans! Kill all the Uchiha clans! I'll kill all of you Konoha too! Just wait for me!"
Ye was immediately stunned after listening to it.
Has this old man's brain been flooded with water from a cannon?
Also punish the Uchiha nine tribes?
Has this old guy really read the Uchiha family tree?
If the entire clan is joined together by Ninja Cat, there are only a hundred living creatures that can breathe. Where can you join the nine clans?
Go to the graveyard and dig up Ashes boxes one by one to make up the number?
Besides, especially Kakashi, this guy only has one living blood relative, White Fang.
If you want to kill other people's nine clans, do you need to allocate some relatives first?
Maybe Kakashi will also say, where can I find such a good thing!
Ye Lian didn't even bother to pay attention to him, and walked directly over Daimyō's pig head to the end of the main hall.
There was a soft white fox fur couch that symbolized the highest authority.
Ye sat down unceremoniously, sinking two inches directly into the pure white Fox Fur Robe.
Needless to say, it's quite soft.
No wonder this old boy Tenten lies there without thinking.
There is a yellow silk document spread out on the low table next to it.
Ye picked it up and took a look at it, Daimyō's handwritten edict.
It probably means asking the other four ninja villages to quickly send troops to rescue him, paying ten times the military expenditure, and at the same time abolishing Hokage and abolishing Uchiha.
The jade seal underneath was obviously not stamped neatly, and a long tail twisted out of the red mud. It was obvious that it was frightened by the sound of gunfire when the seal was stamped.
"What age are you, and you are still writing imperial edicts?"
It was a joyous night, and a ball of faint blue Chakra flame popped out from the fingertips, directly lighting up the yellow silk.
With a flick of his wrist, the flaming rag drew a parabola in mid-air and hit Daimyō's arms accurately.
"Ouch! Hot! Hot, hot, hot!"
Daimyō is like a fat Toad whose tail has been stepped on, rolling crazily on the gold bricks.
The two ANBU had the foresight to take two steps back to avoid being touched by this fat man.
By the time Daimyō rolled and crawled to extinguish the fire, a big black hole had burned out of the golden python robe on his chest, revealing a patch of white fat.
What's even more eye-catching is that this guy is actually wearing a pink autumn coat embroidered with a golden dragon.
It hurts my eyes to scream at night.
The so-called royal dignity can't even withstand a damn fire.
"You... who do you think you are? Why are you sitting there?"
Daimyō lay on the ground gasping for air, his voice almost crying.
"Why?"
Ye Ju glanced at him condescendingly, "You can't sit still anymore."
Daimyō shivered twice, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, he suddenly raised his upper body and roared.
"Without my permission, you are rebelling! Do you understand?"
"This is the rule set by First Hokage! Without status, who will recognize you?"
"If you dare to act recklessly, other ninja villages will defeat you sooner or later! Iwagakure! Hidden Cloud! The whole world will not let you go, these rebellious officials and traitors!"
Ye picked her ears.
Is this even possible anymore?
Why does this old boy keep repeating these lines over and over again?
"Do you know where you lost?"
Ye sighed, "You always think that with a title, you can hide behind and point fingers."
"But the rules of this world have never changed. Whoever has strong fists and strong strength will only speak."
"You're talking nonsense!"
"Obito, get that thing in."
Too lazy to talk nonsense at night.
The air rippled.
Obito, wearing an orange mask, jumped out from Kamui Space, dragging a half-person-high screen in his hand, and the base made a clanging sound as it rubbed against the gold bricks.
"Here, let me show you a blockbuster movie. It will definitely be more exciting than those Dancing Girls you raised."
Obito clapped his hands in disgust and pressed the play button.
The screen turned on and the screen was cut into four pieces.
The first block, the Land of Lightning border, the office behind Raikage A has been smashed to pieces, showing the incompetent rage.
In the second piece, Kitsuchi of Iwagakure led a group of defeated soldiers to run poison in the snow, while Ōnoki was floating in the air with a face as black as the bottom of a pot.
In the third block, Sunagakure is completely confused and is checking the Dud Explosive Tag in the warehouse that has been mixed with Plant Ash.
In the fourth block, the Kirigakure fleet turned around and ran away.
Cut the screen again.
Hidden Cloud's Lightning Armor was pressed and rubbed in the mud by the Konoha New Army; Iwagakure's Earth Style: Earth-Style Wall was Fire Release ed ten times E was burned into glass; Sunagakure's Explosive Tag was thrown to the ground without even a sound; Kirigakure's forward ship sank faster than a stone.
Ye spread his hands. "What did you just say? Attack him in groups?"
"Keep your eyes open and take a good look. Those good brothers you count on will soon be unable to guard their own doors."
"You still expect them to come to save you now?"
Daimyō's eyes almost popped out of his head, and the color on his face drained away.
His poor sense of class superiority was crushed to dust by this screen.
"No... impossible... this is Genjutsu..."
Daimyō's fat body softened, and he lay on the gold bricks and started howling.
The toughness he had just now disappeared. He even took two steps towards the night and banged his forehead against the gold brick:
"Don't kill me! I'll give you the jade seal! Take all the money! I'll write a letter of resignation! Can you let Minato Namikaze be Daimyō?"
"I'll be the deputy! I can be the deputy too! Don't kill me!"