"Crash", like the sound of a cup being smashed, an old voice roared loudly in the sound of shattering crystals: "When I know what the undead is, you don't know where you are, let alone you, even your mother is still breastfeeding. What's the turn to ask me if I know what the undead is? I want to ask you, have you really seen the undead idiot, I doubt how much more intelligent your intelligence can be than the fairies outside!"

"Hey? It has something to do with me?" said the female voice who sounded like a dazed breath, "I haven't drunk milk for a long time. Oh, as soon as you said it, I suddenly wanted to drink it. I went to the stadium to take a look. It seemed that a few big-footed deer had given birth to a baby. Let's share some to drink. Yes, I decided so happily."

"Don't pretend to be stupid here again." Another old male voice slapped the table and cursed: "Can't your family be more normal? Every generation is like this. Didn't Goddess give you a sound will and a normal brain?"

"I can't pretend that I didn't hear this." The strange girl's voice was hoarse and low, but full of momentum, as if she could jump up and hit someone at any time: "It seems that your brains are normal. Besides, what's wrong with our family? Do you have any opinions about our family? Little thing, it seems that time has passed so long, and you have forgotten what this staff has done. Don't move me in place, and I'll let you recall the lessons you learned before."

"Have you played enough? Have you played enough?" Bang bang bang bang, another man said while smashing the table: "This is the Presbyterian Church. The Presbyterian Church is a place for meetings, not a place for you to quarrel. You madmen have been arguing in the Presbyterian Church for thousands of years. The faces of the forest clan are almost lost by you. Moreover, you have smashed more than 6,000 tables and more than 28,000 chairs in the past three hundred years. Even if this is a bargain in the human world, it is not so wasteful. Who are you responsible for this budget? I'm not going to find a way."

"Are you stupid? Are you stupid? How do you think the Presbyterian Church should hold a meeting?" The familiar female voice immediately changed her target and angrily scolded: "The Presbyterian Church should be like this. How can you discuss the issue without quarrel or smashing the table? Do you know?"

"That's right, I won't, anyway, you teach me?" The male voice who once appeared echoed: "It's your turn to be the rotating speaker in the past few years, and you started to feel heartbroken. After you joined the Presbyterian Church seven hundred years ago, you hit the most force. Why didn't you feel heartbroken at that time? Also, who the hell told you that we were playing? Now we are discussing issues very seriously. Do you understand? You dwarf head."

"Don't think that if you suddenly speak for me, I will forget that you compare my intelligence with fairies." The familiar female growled: "Did you repair it with arrow steel wood last time you were injured? And did you repair the cavity in the skull together?"

"That's because you said that the Jam beast is smarter than me, a bastard." Hearing the voice, another cup was broken, and the old male elf said angrily: "I just doubt that you have really seen the undead, you idiot queen, have you seen the undead like that there?"

"I have seen more undead than you have seen in your life. You, the mai Lan grass, aren't right, the heart of the mai Lan grass is as empty as your brain." The female voice, known as the idiot queen, roared irritably: "In another world, the undead I have seen must be counted in billions. Do you know how much 100 million is? You don't need to count to 100 millions. You can't even count the 100 million digits just for you to count. Now you still dare to doubt my judgment."

"What's wrong with seeing too many undeads? Wouldn't you make a mistake? Have you seen so many humans? Wouldn't you admit the wrong people?" The new voice also joined the battle group, like a middle-aged man, but he was obviously angry: "You have seen too many undeads, but have you seen the undeads who do not swarm after rushing out, but instead line up with them? Can that be considered a undead? You idiot."

"What's the deceased? Is it your relative?" Her Majesty the Queen shouted without thinking: "I have seen a few branches of life in total, and I really think I have been to the God-given land? Stupid behavior! Let me tell you, let alone the undead who lined up, I have also seen the undead who used his head as a dodge ball and invited everyone to play with it. I have also seen the undead who hung himself on the roof because of boredom and turned into the shape of a crystal energy lamp to pretend that he was a undead with furniture. You idiots have never seen it, which does not mean there is no such thing."

"That's an exception. Do you don't understand the difference between special cases and general cases in the common language?" The original old male voice seemed to be hitting the table with a cane and roared: "You have seen undead who can play dodge balls, but have you seen undead who can line up? Have you seen undead who can dig trenches to defend? Have you seen undead who can remove his bones to create defensive equipment?"

"Hey? Why do I call me again? I must have never seen it." Obviously, the stupid voice belonged to Her Majesty's mother: "However, I also think that the performance of these undead is very strange, and it is very likely that they are preparing for something."

"Right, right?" A voice from someone in the chaos roared proudly: "Look at your mother who is standing on our side, they must be preparing for some conspiracy behind them, so now we should launch an attack first, rush into their blockade circle, and see what they are preparing for. You idiot, now want to cooperate with them to maintain a truce, but instead fall into their conspiracy."

"What if there is no conspiracy? Before the forces and troops are fully in place, they start a rashly war. Who will be responsible if they fail? " Her Majesty the Queen said angrily: "It is certainly easy for you to just say it, but in just one word, you may pay the price of hundreds of millions of lives. Can you afford this responsibility?"

"Well, this time I'm on my granddaughter's side." The oldest female voice echoed: "No matter what the reason, it's always bad to start a war rashly."

"What the hell are they quarreling?" asked a leisurely voice on the other side of the house: "This tea tastes really good."

"I don't know either. I don't care about this topic, so I didn't listen. Let's join it when I'm concerned." Another voice said indifferently: "Look, if I add a stroke here, this painting will be perfect."

"Well, it's really good." The third voice said, "But being too perfect is also a flaw. Tsk, they're so noisy."

"Crash", the sound of the cup shattering and the sound of liquid splashing.

"Bad bastards, you guys are the ones who are stinging trees, accompany me in the painting."

As a result, the war became more intense.
Chapter completed!