The waiter was in a panic. On the one hand, he didn't understand how he had fallen. On the other hand, he was worried about his boss's injury and even more afraid that he was the reason why his boss's image was damaged.
"Meow..." Just as she was feeling surprised, scared, ashamed, and anxious, a shiny bald head suddenly appeared in front of her. The owner of the bald head had a strange smile on his face, but was making a sound that made her heart tremble.
"Ah!" Cats are the natural enemies of mice. In this moment of fear and dilemma, the mouse waitress could no longer understand that the "meow" was the love cry of the Mao tribe monk. She stared at the bald man in front of her and screamed pitifully.
"Oh no! The Mao tribe diplomat has killed Director Liu!" Several nearby Shu tribe officials, upon hearing the rat waiter's screams, also cried out in confusion.
First, Qianqiu made insolent remarks; then, the Shu ethnic minister beat his subordinates; now, the Mao ethnic monk assaulted a Shu ethnic official; coupled with the rat waiter's screams and the Shu ethnic official's framing of him, the banquet hall was thrown into chaos.
A group of Shu officials, who were already dissatisfied with the Mao tribe, immediately jumped up and started punching and kicking the Mao monk who was trying to pull his lover up. When the Mao tribe saw their companion being ganged up on, they couldn't just stand by and watch. Mi Hu and several of his men were also forced to join the fray.
Tian Sifei watched helplessly as Qiao Bushi led a group of his men out of the banquet hall, and then chaos broke out in the hall. He suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Qianqiu, Ningxian, you two quickly take all the members of the delegation back to the camp..." Tian Sifei turned around and called out to Qianqiu and the fake immortal Ning Caichen.
"Ah! Indecent assault!" Just then, Qinghe's sharp scream rang out. The table in front of her overturned, and Qinghe covered her chest with her hands, looking at Qianqiu in disbelief, while Qianqiu stared at Qinghe in astonishment.
Qinghe's shout immediately woke up Wang Yao, who was preoccupied with pork knuckles. He was taking advantage of the chaos around him to collect a lot of pork knuckles in his Qiankun, thinking about going to the kitchen next. He was still thinking about the pork knuckle that Qiao Bushi had taken.
"Shu people, all of you stop!" He had just been stunned when he heard the Shu chieftain who was beating his subordinate suddenly shout loudly.
It turned out that this Shu minister was extremely enlightened. Although the Mao diplomat being beaten was a pleasant thing for him, since the number of Shu officials was obviously greater than that of Mao officials, and with the majority bullying the minority, even though Mi Hu and his gang were strong fighters, they could not escape being beaten.
But he quickly realized something was wrong. The Mao tribe were all diplomats, who were even more prestigious than foreign guests to the Shu tribe. Although they had done something out of line in the banquet hall today, they had been beaten so badly. Wouldn't this have caused a major diplomatic incident?
Although the fight has already begun and there's no going back, judging from the appearance of these Shu officials under his command, if he doesn't stop them in time, they're going to destroy the Mao tribe. If the mouse really kills the cat, then the situation will be very serious, and even the chieftain might not be able to handle it.
The Shu chief immediately took decisive action, not only shouting to stop them but also personally stepping forward to prevent the situation from escalating further.
Wang Yao saw an opportunity at this moment. With his interface panel in hand, he connected a series of marriages like pearls in a string. The first one was Qinghe and Qianqiu. He didn't know if Qianqiu had really molested Qinghe. This little girl was clever and mischievous, and it was quite possible that she was making a fuss there.
However, just in case, once this marriage was arranged, even if Qianqiu really had the intention to harm Qinghe, it was completely extinguished by Wang Yao's magic.
Next, they handed over the entire group of monster ambassadors and delegation members to Qinghe. Qinghe's eyes were momentarily dazed, but quickly regained their liveliness.
"Princess Qinghe, is the Tengyan Clan perhaps offering you a toast..."
"Hey Mo, where are you putting your hands? Princess Qinghe, watch out for the pervert! Qiu Clan's Hu Wencai toasts you... I've heard the princess and my family..."
"What are you Qiu people doing here? You and the Liang people belong to the same lineage as Qingqiu. Be careful of inbreeding, or your offspring will all be crippled. Princess Qinghe, I am Hu Sai from the Shi clan, let's have a drink..."
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In an instant, all the ambassadors and members of the mission rushed forward, surrounding Qinghe and toasting her, forming a dense crowd that made it impossible for her to move.
"Gentlemen, can you please show some respect? We are all monsters of high status in the Holy Domain, can you please show some respect?" The Liang Clan ambassador, Luo Nairong, was dumbfounded and kept wailing outside while holding a wine glass.
"Ah! You scoundrel!"
Suddenly, Qinghe's scream rang out from the group of demons again, followed by a crisp "snap." The demons immediately fell silent, looking at each other with their wine cups in hand. Qianqiu nonchalantly licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes still fixed on Qinghe.
"That was powerful, I love it! Baby, one more time, one more hard!" Qianqiu cried out to Qinghe in a daze.
"You bastard! What the hell did you do? You shameless bastard!" Suddenly, the Tengyan Clan ambassador in red robes lunged at Qianqiu like a ball of flame, cursing incessantly, his hands already clawing at the top of Qianqiu's head.
"I'll beat you to death, you filthy scoundrel!" The aristocrat Hu Sai also yelled and pounced on Qian Qiu from the other side. All the ambassadors and members of the delegation present seemed to wake up in an instant, and they all rushed towards Qian Qiu with anger and curses.
"Your Highness, how are you?" Luo Nairong finally managed to grab Qinghe's sleeve when he found an opening. He asked her repeatedly, but before she could answer, his face contorted in pain.
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