I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

They have chosen the right entry point. Since the empire loves integrity and reputation, they will use reputation to force it!

Our country does not respect its loyal ministers, but allows the enemy to pay tribute to them. This is simply an insult to the face... If Jiang Ke'er does not respond, she would be too cowardly!

"You don't have to toast."

Jiang Keer gritted her teeth and stood up.

If she was just representing herself, she would have thousands of excuses to refuse the wine.

But she is now an envoy, representing a country.

Therefore, this glass of wine is unavoidable, I just hope it is not too strong.

After all, she didn't know what would happen if she got drunk. If she lost her mind, who knows what she would do...

When the wine went down her throat, Jiang Keer's first feeling was warmth.

The wine at the banquet is of course the best wine from the South, so the moment it takes your breath away, you can taste its warm aroma.

But this is just the outer packaging.

Wine is wine after all. Except for the fruit wine and flower wine mixed by Jiang Keer herself, all the strong liquors in the world cannot escape the common problem - spicy!

It was that kind of deadly burning spicy feeling! Jiang Keer realized that the initial fragrance was just because it was too strong and paralyzed her sensory nerves.

By the time the nerves reacted, the burning sensation like fire had already burned down the throat into the stomach!

Meow, she hated this kind of brutal liquor from the bottom of her heart.

Even when she had all her cultivation left, she didn't have much of a tolerance for alcohol, let alone now that she has lost all her cultivation.

For a delicate and weak little fox, it was simply fatal!

The moment she put down the wine glass, she felt dizzy.

The strong alcohol quickly entered her blood, participated in the body's circulation, and began to affect her cognition and judgment.

This causes people to act on instinct, revealing their true nature, and making it more difficult to disguise emotions with reason.

In other words, whether she really has the confidence to fight against Southern Xinjiang, the Witch King will know it now!

"Hahahaha! What a courageous girl!"

The Witch King looked at the drunkenness that quickly appeared on Jiang Ke'er's face, the red flush from the alcohol, and he immediately laughed, feeling relieved.

Finally I got the wine into her mouth!

As the host, how could the Witch King not make a fuss about the wine?

Her wine was not just any ordinary wine, it was a very strong wine with a specially increased alcohol content!

The purpose is to get her drunk with just one glass of wine until her true colors are revealed!

As long as this glass of wine is drunk, all subsequent temptations will be ten thousand times easier. Even if it is a cunning little fox, it will never be able to hide its sneaky tail!

At this time, Qiao Qianxue was not paying attention to the negotiations and was still watching the situation.

The groom Li Niu, a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, became anxious and hurried to help block the wine, but unfortunately the Witch King took the lead and started to test him.

"My Wu Zu has an army of one million monks! Among them, there are nearly ten Venerables, hundreds of Seven Stars, and thirty to forty thousand Five Elements and Six Combinations! Wouldn't it be easy to take down your Tang Dynasty?"

Since Jiang Ke'er was already drunk, he no longer tried to hide his true colors, but directly and openly challenged the delegation!

This is his core test. Only at this time can he be assured of getting the real answer.

At this moment, Jiang Ke'er was really drunk.

Too drunk to pretend anymore, too drunk to use reason to deal with the Witch King's traps.

So when she heard the words "millions of troops" and "nearly ten venerables", she could no longer control her emotions as before.

She instinctively revealed her true emotions and feelings about the Witch King's words without any disguise.

"A million? Nearly ten of them? Puff... cluck cluck cluck——"

Neither the Witch King nor his counselors had expected that what they were waiting for was a burst of undisguised laughter as loud as silver bells.

The girl laughed so hard that she slapped the table.

Under the strange gazes of the crowd, she even drunkenly picked up the wine jug and poured herself a glass to drink as if it were water.

"Your Highness, you are joking, right?"

Jiang Ke'er blinked her charming eyes, her true nature revealed without any trace of the coldness of a messenger.

Hearing the girl's question, the Witch King finally smiled triumphantly.

It seemed that in her concept, the military strength of the Southern Country had reached an incredible level, and she simply couldn't believe that the Southern Country had so many soldiers.

The wine is good! After drinking this glass of strong liquor, it finally tested the true strength of the Tang Dynasty!

"Why, are you scared when you heard about the million-strong army of my Southern Kingdom?" The Witch King looked at Jiang Ke'er jokingly.

"what?"

Jiang Ke'er was stunned by the question.

She scratched her head in confusion.

When she was drunk, the purity in her eyes was so sincere that it could not be faked.

Then she looked innocent and blinked sympathetically.

"No, I mean..."

"A million monks... can also be called an army?"

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61. Fengming Mountain (3)

Can a million people be called an army?

……clatter?

The Witch King was stunned for a moment.

What’s even more confusing is yet to come.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Jiang Ke'er stood up with an apologetic look on her face, repeatedly bowing and apologizing to the Witch King and the counselors present, "I'm short-sighted. I thought Your Majesty the Witch King was telling a joke, so I couldn't help laughing..."

puff-

It would have been fine if Jiang Keer didn't apologize, but this apology was even more heartbreaking.

"I have never seen such a small army before, and I lost my composure for a moment. I did not mean to insult the Southern Country. Please forgive me!"

puff-

Another cut.

Each of these cuts was really solid, much more brutal than Wen Zouzou's previous resistance.

This is really weird! Is this guy pretending to be drunk?

No, he couldn't be pretending to be drunk!

She definitely couldn't fake the way her face was flushed, she looked a little excited, and she drank one cup after another.

Even if she was pretending, she drank so much later on her own initiative, she should have been really drunk!

But, isn't it true that people should speak the truth after drinking?

If what she said was truly in her heart, the meaning behind it is too terrifying!

A million strong army is not considered an army, so in her eyes, what size of army is worthy of being called an army?

How terrifyingly large was the Tang Dynasty's army to make her have such high aspirations?

Damn it, it felt like the problem became more difficult after she got drunk.

"The strength of an army depends not only on its numbers, but also on its elite troops and equipment!"

A counselor stepped forward to rescue again at the right time: "We in the Southern Kingdom have heroes who can fight one against a hundred! Moreover, they are well-equipped and have magical instruments. How can you poor good-for-nothings compare to them?"

It seemed that they no longer had the patience to play word games with Jiang Ke'er and started to point fingers and get angry.

"Hey……"

Jiang Ke'er suddenly flicked her sleeves and pursed her lips, and the long sword at her waist came out of its sheath with a clang.

"Well-equipped? Then let's compare!"

The man was holding the silver sword shakily, and the word "rogue" engraved on the handle looked very sloppy and unpresentable.

How could there be any famous weapon with such an indecent and vulgar name as "Rogue"? These two words simply bring down the quality of this long sword to the lowest point!

"Let me do it!" Suddenly, a gray-armored general jumped out from the banquet, drew out his scimitar and jumped in front of Jiang Ke'er, pointing the long sword at the Tang sword in Jiang Ke'er's hand and raising it high.

"You ignorant little girl! Today I will show you how fragile your empire's straight sword is in front of a real magic weapon!"

"clang--"

There was a crisp sound of collision, and the bright crescent-shaped sword chopped down heavily at the straight sword in Jiang Keer's hand.

Ouch, everyone was too depressed to watch the tragic scene - with this blow, the girl’s wrist would at least be broken by the remaining force, right?

"Duh——"

Half of the broken blade flew out due to the collision and pierced into the stone lion at the door of the store as easily as piercing tofu.

It can be seen that the broken weapon is extremely hard and is definitely not an ordinary thing!

"Hahaha, this is my southern country..."

The grey-armored general was halfway through his words when he caught a glimpse of the broken blade. He suddenly changed the subject and said with a dry cough, "...the weakest magic weapon! Even if it's broken, it's no big deal!"

When he said this, his heart was bleeding like crazy. That was a high-level magic weapon given to him by the Witch King himself! How could it be the weakest magic weapon?

It’s broken!

Even Jiang Ke'er's hand was still floating in the air, pointing at the tip of the Witch King's nose, as if she had not been hit at all, and was not shaking at all!

"How dare you point a knife at the Witch King?"

Seeing that the situation was not right, another yellow-armored soldier shouted out, raised the huge crescent-shaped sword in his hand, and chopped down with all his strength at the weapon in Jiang Ke'er's hand!

The crescent-shaped sword carries with it a tremendous force. This blow seems to cut mountains and rivers in half. Even thousands of troops would tremble!

"clang--"

The broken knife grazed the Witch King's cheek, pierced through the wall, and stabbed into the chest of a Southerner outside the house.

The yellow-armored soldiers were stunned.

But Jiang Ke'er didn't even raise her eyes, she just held the wine jug intoxicatedly and drank it.

She changed her previous gentle and amiable attitude, and her bangs blown by the wind began to show a hint of sharpness and arrogance.

This made her feel comfortable, as if she had found something...

Although I can't remember it.

But there was a strong feeling flowing in her soul, as if the groggy liquor had awakened her connection with her broken soul.

This made her even more obsessed with this liquor.

"Come again!" Jiang Ke'er threw the white jade wine pot to the ground with a snap of her small hand, and picked up another pot of strong liquor, while the hand holding the knife never fell down for a moment.

She no longer concealed her disdain, and her flushed face was filled with disappointment: "Is this the Southern Country's forging technique? Chirp chirp... No way, no way? You can't even beat a maid's broken sword like mine?"

Stinky yin-yang fox!

There are many sad generals present here with violent tempers. How could they bear such stimulation?

The Witch King was also ashamed and slammed the table in anger: "Come on! No need to hide the treasure. If you can't even cut this maid's sword, what's the point of fighting the Tang Dynasty? Go and cut it for me! Whoever cuts it will be rewarded with a hundred magic weapons!"

"Ahhhh let me come!"

They drew their swords one by one, taking out the best weapons in their inventory and slashing at the straight knife.

Since it was a matter of Southern Country's reputation, they even resorted to trickery and infused spiritual power into it to deal with Jiang Ke'er's sword, which had no spiritual power at all.

However, all of a sudden, the room was filled with broken blades flying everywhere.

The remains of countless divine artifacts nailed the entire hall into a sword tomb, and the broken weapons pierced the house with holes, leaving no place to stand!