In Naruto, the more harems you have, the stronger you are.

Li Fan blinked as he watched Fenfu leave.

Although he didn't hear any real secrets, Li Fan also heard about a system of gods from Fenfu that was not in the original book.

Some of the original doubts in my heart were also answered.

The morning of the third day.

Li Fan opened his eyes from his sleep and skillfully pushed away the women hanging on him.

It's time to leave.

We were supposed to leave yesterday, but due to various things, it was postponed to the morning of the third day.

……

In a world that is very far away from the Ninja World, yet very close.

"Peng!"

Fengxing, who was in his thirties, watched the bullets passing by him with a cold sweat on his face.

He struggled to move his stiff body and turned his head to look behind him.

I saw a fist-sized hole on the originally solid wall, which was obviously caused by a bullet.

Fengxing looked at the hole which was several centimeters deep, his heart beating rapidly and anger showing on his face.

But when he turned around, his resentful expression turned into flattery.

"Master Shadow Room, this thing is not a toy to be shot at randomly."

Sitting on the desk with her long legs crossed, the white-haired Demon Breast Shadow Room.

She had a perverted smile on her face and did not answer Fengxing's words.

Instead, he pointed the matchlock in his hand at Fengxing again.

Fengxing saw that this crazy white-haired woman was pointing the gun at him again.

The calmness he had barely maintained collapsed in an instant, his face was full of fear, sweat kept dripping from his forehead, and his heart was pounding.

When I saw the Demon Milk Shadow Room start to put his finger on the trigger.

Fengxing knew that if he didn't say anything else, this crazy woman might really kill him!

If I were to be killed by the Demonic Breast Shadow Room, given this crazy woman's status in the Demonic Breast Clan, I'm afraid my death would be in vain!

He took a deep breath, and although his body was still shaking, he was finally able to speak.

"Master... Master Yingfang, could you please tell me what I did wrong?"

Hearing what Fengxing said, the finger that was about to press the trigger suddenly released.

The corners of her white mouth raised in a strange angle and she patted the fake breasts on her chest.

"Why is everyone in town talking about the Holy Milk God?"

After calmly saying this, the Demon Breast Shadow Room suddenly lost control and yelled, and the fake breasts on her chest kept shaking:

"Didn't I tell you to keep the news secret?"

"Do you know that if this happens, I will be scolded when I get home?!"

Fengxing was filled with speechless sorrow. Just because of this incident, he almost killed himself?

These upper-class people really don't take the lives of the lower-class nobles seriously.

Fengxing quickly bent down and explained:

"As soon as I received the order from the Shadow Room Master, I immediately issued the order, but by that time, everyone in the town would have already known about it, so it would be useless even if we banned discussion of it!"

The Demon Milk Shadow Studio suddenly angrily threw the expensive musket at Fengxing's head.

When Fengxing heard the sound of breaking wind, he was about to react, but he immediately forced himself to control his body's reaction and was hit hard by the flying musket!

"Boom!"

The hard matchlock gun flying at high speed had a close contact with the head of the governor.

Blood immediately flowed out of his head, and soon a big lump appeared on his head.

Feeling the severe pain in his head, Fengxing bent down and picked up the musket that fell on the ground regardless.

He walked quickly to the Magic Breast Shadow Room and handed it to her respectfully with both hands.

"What a useless piece of shit."

The Demon Milk Shadow Room looked at the respectful Feng Xing with disdain and snorted coldly:

If the faith in the Holy Milk God spreads, what good will it do us even if we destroy him?"

"I'm afraid the purpose of the remnants of the Western Army has been achieved!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Fengxing's eyes. He didn't expect that this Holy Milk God was actually related to the remnants of the Western Army?

No wonder the shogunate's order suddenly came down.

If that's true, then wouldn't it be a great achievement if I caught him?

Thinking of this, Fengxing looked down at the woman's slender legs, and an idea emerged in his mind.

Anyway, since we suddenly received an order from the shogunate yesterday to expand preparations and obtained temporary emergency authorization.

He has now gathered all the troops within dozens of miles around, with so many troops and full equipment.

No matter how powerful the swordsmanship of the so-called Holy Breast God is, he is just a human being.

Facing a large army approaching, he could kill twenty or thirty people.

Is it possible to kill one hundred or two hundred people at the same time?

If it's something that can be done easily, then there shouldn't be any need for this woman.

This woman has such a bad temper and doesn't like to think.

By then, I can just find a random excuse to trick her into going somewhere else.

By the time she reacted, she had already captured the guy who pretended to be God!

The Demonic Breast Shadow Room suddenly turned her head and looked outside the door.

Fengxing was a beat slower and looked outside the door belatedly.

Under the gaze of the two, the door was opened.

A tall, heroic girl with black hair in a high ponytail walked in.

Seeing the girl, Mo Ru Ying Fang raised his eyebrows and a provocative smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, isn't this the dog that follows Big Brother? Why is it suddenly here?"

In the face of the malicious provocation from the Magic Breast Shadow Room, Sakura Sayama's cold face did not change at all and she continued to walk in.

Seeing that this girl ignored me.

The Magic Breast Studio suddenly felt ashamed.

She jumped to the ground angrily, walked quickly to Sayama Sakura, and pulled her collar.

"How dare you, a small-chested daughter of a remote branch of the family, be so rude to the daughter of the main family?"

Being touched on the sore spot, Sayama Sakura's cold face twisted instantly.

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Seeing Sayama Sakura's cold face, it was already a little distorted.

The Demon Milk Shadow Room raised his heroic eyebrows proudly and added fuel to the fire:

"A lowly, flat-chested girl that no one wants, why is she pretending to be so high..."

"Zheng!"

The sharp sound of swords clashing suddenly rang out in the house.

Mo Ru Ying Fang drew out the famous sword he was wearing, and with cold sweat on his face he blocked the sudden attack from Sayama Sakura.

While blocking the attack, her hands began to tremble belatedly.

Is this flat-chested woman so fast with the sword?

Although he is not as strong as me, his speed is far better than mine...

Feelings of anger and unwillingness appeared in the proud heart of the Demonic Breast Shadow Room.

She was just a thin-chested woman from a branch family who was estranged from the main family...

And that damned traitor, Mo Ru Qian Fang, was so weak, but...

Thinking of this, Mo Breast Shadow Room lowered her eyes and stared at the fake breasts she had deliberately put on, with more cold sweat on her face.

Sayama Sakura looked at the Demonic Breasts Shadow Room who was covered in cold sweat and blocked her attack at the critical moment.

She tried hard to suppress the murderous intent in her heart and took back the knife in her hand.

Mo Ru Ying Fang is the legitimate daughter of the Mo Ru clan and holds a high status.

If he really killed her, not only would he die, but his parents and other relatives, with whom he had lost contact for a long time, would also be implicated.

When Mo Ru Ying Fang saw that the other party withdrew first, she also took a few steps back and coldly retracted the knife in her hand.

Fengxing, with blood still flowing from his head, stood not far away.

With an embarrassed look on his face, he looked at the two people who started fighting in an instant and stopped in the next instant.

"Brother asked you to come here, is there something wrong?"

Demon Breast Shadow Room put away her inner contempt, turned her head to look at the wall not far away, and asked.

Sayama Sakura was a little surprised when she saw the other party give in on her own initiative. When did this crazy woman give in so easily?

While she was confused, Sayama Sakura said in a cold tone:

"My Lord asked me to come and help you and keep an eye on you."

Mo Ru Ying Fang showed a mocking expression on his face and turned to look at Sayama Sakura:

"Don't worry, I'm not someone who doesn't know the seriousness of the matter. I won't play him to death."

After saying this, Mo Ru Ying Fang turned to look at Feng Xing who was standing there awkwardly, and raised his head slightly.

"Why don't you get out and take care of the wound on your head?"

"The army will set out at noon!"

Fengxing bowed quickly and walked out.

"and many more!"

Hearing this cold female voice.

Fengxing's hand, which was about to push the door, suddenly stopped.

He quickly turned around and looked strangely at the cold woman with superb swordsmanship.

The Demon Breast Shadow Room also looked at her curiously.

Sayama Sakura said cautiously:

"Many soldiers rushed here day and night after receiving the order yesterday."

"We only rested for a few hours after arriving here this morning. Is it too hasty to set off at noon today?"

Mo Ru Ying Fang shook his head indifferently, with an unconsciously arrogant expression on his face.

"I thought it was something else, but it turned out to be this."

"I am enough to deal with a man and dozens of female believers who have little fighting power, not to mention you are beside me."

"Those soldiers and warriors that were summoned here were only to guard against the possible ambush of the Western Army."

Magic Breast Studio is fully confident of this.

The Demonic Milk Clan, who can greatly influence the shogunate's decision-making behind the scenes, has always produced many masters.

Among ordinary people, his record of killing more than twenty warriors could perhaps be considered that of a rare master.