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"Smack, smack......"

The constant crunch sounded from inside a luxurious room, and the servants outside heard it, and they all trembled and frightened. Faintly hearing the roar of a wild beast coming from the room, I was even more silent, for fear of becoming a punching bag for my master when he was in a bad mood, and becoming an innocent goat.

"What's wrong with the Emperor?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears, startling the servants. Turning his head over, he saw the current prime minister of the country, Fukuda, standing in front of him with a gloomy face, and the cold aura emanating from his body shocked them for a while.

"Baga, what's the hair? Come on! Seeing everyone looking at him blankly, the little dog Fukuda couldn't help but be angry, and reached out and slapped the face of the man who was closer, and yelled angrily.

"Hey! Head...... My lord, His Majesty the Emperor is watching the World Martial Arts Conference competition, and for some reason, he started a fire for no reason just now, and kept throwing things...... "After being slapped hard, the servant who was so swollen that his right cheek was swollen did not dare to have the slightest dissatisfaction, or did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction, and replied with great respect.

"World Martial Arts Congress?" Hearing this, the little dog Fukuda couldn't help frowning, the color of the vulture on his face became more and more intense, and a bad premonition came to his heart, and he couldn't care about anything else, strode forward, and pushed the door in.

"Who, get out, get out ......"

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Emperor Toei roared in a hoarse voice, and threw the priceless antique vase on the collection cabinet on the side.

"Smack!"

Futian, the little dog who had just entered the door, felt a strong wind coming, raised his head, and suddenly, a huge vase became bigger and bigger in his eyes, and he hurriedly bent down to avoid the hidden weapon of this vase. The vase slammed into the door, shattering into countless pieces, tiny pieces falling on the back of his head, and sharp porcelain slashed through, making the little dog feel a little relieved. With a muffled snort and touching the wound that was already red, the little dog Fukuda didn't dare to have the slightest dissatisfaction, got up and respectfully saluted the short figure sitting on the chair in the messy room.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, I don't know what made you so angry?"

The little dog Fukuda lowered his head slightly, with a flattering smile like a dog on his face, looking at the actual supreme ruler on Dongying Island, showing extreme respect and humility.

"What made me so angry?" It's okay not to mention it, but the emperor's face became even more gloomy, pointing to the live broadcast of the World Martial Arts Conference on the TV screen behind him, and roaring: "Damn, you show me, this is our samurai from Dongying, who was so frightened by the enemy that he trembled and threw it into the face of our Yamato nation." Little dog, if I'm not mistaken, he should be your nephew, right? Such a waste, why did you represent our Yamato nation to participate in the World Martial Arts Conference, you have to give me an explanation today. ”

Hearing the emperor's extremely gloomy words, looking at the screen, the unsightly performance of the little dog Split Oka, the little dog Fukuda suddenly couldn't help but tremble, I don't know if he was scared by the emperor or angry by the little dog Split Oka. Quietly raised his eyes and glanced at the emperor with an extremely yin vulture on his face, who was familiar with the temper of this moody, and extremely perverted and murderous lord, his heart trembled at the moment. The greater the power, the higher the status, and the more prominent the status, the more afraid of death will be. As the nominal supreme leader of Japan, Fukuda the dog naturally cherishes his life immensely. At this moment, the emperor who can dominate everything about him is really angry, if he doesn't handle it well, not only will his career come to an end, but even his life will be in danger. He was unkind, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately pushed his poor nephew out.

"Your Majesty the Great Emperor, the little dog is one of the top three in the martial arts competition in our country, and it is the qualification given by the Mandate of Heaven system to participate in the World Martial Arts Congress. Originally, I thought that with his ability, even if he couldn't shine at the World Martial Arts Conference, he would be able to perform something. However, I didn't expect it to be so unbearable and thrown into the face of my Yamato nation. Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will deal with it with the strictest family rules. Koizumi Fukuda pondered for a moment and said to the emperor with great humility.

"Don't, don't kill me. Please, don't kill me. ”

Before the emperor could say anything, the cry of the little dog Split Oka suddenly came from the screen, which suddenly made the emperor with a gloomy face even more gloomy, and a pair of pupils shone with an extremely bloodthirsty light. And the little dog on the side was pale, staring fiercely at the crying nephew on the screen, a pair of fists had already been clenched tightly, if he could reach him now, this guy would definitely drag him out and strangle him alive.

"Little dog Rifoka? My top three in the Great Yamato National Martial Arts Conference? Under the attention of the whole world, he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy? And it's like Huaxia kneeling and begging for mercy? Very good, very good......" The Emperor's voice sounded, and suddenly, in the palatial and extravagant room, the temperature plummeted. Feeling the crazy killing intent, the little dog Fukuda was extremely frightened and weakened.

"Little dog, your family really has a great person!" The Emperor said with heartfelt admiration.

Hearing this, the little dog Fukuda did not feel the slightest sense of joy, but was about to cry. Looking at the emperor's undisguised powerful killing intent, he has been the prime minister for so long, and his ability to observe words and emotions will naturally not be bad. At the moment, I knew that the little dog Split Gang would definitely not be spared. Not only that, but I am afraid that the life of the little dog Shizuoka alone will not be enough to calm the anger of the emperor and the Japanese people. For the sake of his future and his family, he knew that it was time to make a statement, the strong man had broken his wrist!

"Your Majesty the Emperor, I am ashamed to have such a person in my family who has no bushido spirit. This is also to blame me, I am usually too busy with government affairs to ignore the discipline of my clansmen. Now, there is such a scum in the family, and I can't escape the blame. When the little dog returns from the World Martial Arts Congress, I will definitely execute him and his parents who are not strict with him. And I am also responsible for lax discipline, and I ask His Majesty the Emperor to punish me. ”

The little dog Fukuda's face was extremely respectful and flattering, and he did not feel guilty or uneasy about betraying his relatives. The Emperor's gloomy gaze stared at him for a long time, not noticing that he had the slightest emotion. Although the puppy Fukuda is just one of his pawns, it takes a lot of time to cultivate a good chess piece, so it's a pity to abolish him like this. Heng Zhi had a few lives to appease his anger, and the emperor also nodded with a gloomy face, which was considered to be the way to deal with it.

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