"I am the one who wants to say sorry. I suddenly decided to gather at this stronghold and put you in danger." Xia Yuanbin Baoyue shook his head: "But don't be afraid. Soul Society has bred too much arrogance in the decades since we have been in decline.

, the gods of death that come are all like chickens and dogs in our hands."

He picked up the wine glass and saluted the seven people: "Drink this glass of wine and wish us victory!"

"To the leader!"

Some people responded, while others just smiled and nodded.

The eight high-level masters of the Perfection Technique drank a glass of wine.

Immediately, one of the middle-aged women wanted to answer, but suddenly made a strange sound of "Gugu...wow", and she couldn't help but look stunned.

The other seven people also looked at each other in astonishment, and then...

Winter! Winter! Winter...

The sound of falling on the table echoed! Eight people fell down as if they were drunk! Several of them even slipped and fell to the ground!

A look of horror appeared on everyone's face.

What's going on? Poisoned?!

Is alcohol poisonous? Who poisoned it?!

Miyuki Komatomi? Why? And how could she hide it from all of us?! What’s more, it’s just poison, as long as it uses spirit seeds...use spirit seeds?

Uh, what is a spirit child?

Not good! My consciousness seems to be...

The shock and anger on their faces were gradually smoothed away by a strange force, revealing expressions that were pure and free of impurities, and their eyes were full of innocence.

Suddenly a baby cried.

"Wow... wow..."

It still sounds like an adult's voice, but it sounds like a baby crying, which is very unpleasant to hear.

Miyuki Komatoshi, who was standing at the table, took a few steps back, leaned on another table, looked at the eight people who had fallen, and took out his mobile phone to make a call calmly.
Chapter completed!