Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 2279

Chapter 2279: Was The Meat Soup Good?

“Little monk, you must come and save us. Hurry! We’re a bunch of so many bad people,” Ning Shu said to Hui Ji. “Isn’t it said that all living beings are equal?”

Hui Ji: …

“Benefactor, this novice monk must take his leave.” Hui Ji turned around and left.

“Little monk, was the meat soup good?” Ning Shu called Hui Ji back. “Next time, I’ll get you roast chicken instead of chicken noodles.”

“Junior Brother, have you broken the precept?” Monk Hui Kong quickly asked Hui Ji.

Hui Ji’s face was flat as he shook his head. “No.”

“Temptress, stop your nonsense!” Hui Kong berated Ning Shu. He then turned his head and said to Hui Ji, “Don’t let the words of that witch influence your Buddha’s mind.”

“That will not happen.”

Ning Shu and her party stayed at an inn, but they were stared at by the renowned righteous sect people wherever they went.

Ning Shu just ignored them and ate what she should, drank what she should, and slept when she should.

However, Mei Wu strengthened his vigilance. The people of the demonic sect appeared in the righteous path’s domain with a swagger, and they were surrounded by all the well-known and righteous sects. They were really courting death.

The martial arts compet.i.tion was held a few days later. Ning Shu, dressed in red, walked at the forefront of the Sacred Demonic Cult group towards the arena.

The elevated stage was very large, with two huge gongs and drums on both sides. The flags were flapping, and everyone was acting very solemnly.

The ring was surrounded by a crowd of watchers.

Zhao Bo sat on the top seat. The various sects sat in their designated places.

However, there was no place for the demonic sect.

Ning Shu flew into the ring with no expression on her face. “Is this how you treat your guests? I am here to partic.i.p.ate in the martial arts conference on the behalf of our leader, but we don’t even have a seat. If you don’t arrange a place for me, don’t even think about holding the general election today!”

“You are a member of the demonic sect, yet you still want to partic.i.p.ate in the martial arts conference? There is no place for the demonic sect here,” an elder of the Everlasting Sect coldly said.

“The demonic sect are also members of the martial world, so why can’t we partic.i.p.ate? Has the martial arts conference clearly said that people of the demonic sect can’t partic.i.p.ate?” Ning Shu said expressionlessly.

They said that all sects could partic.i.p.ate, but that everyone excluded the demonic sect. The demonic sect had never partic.i.p.ated in the martial arts election before.

“The demonic sect is going to make trouble now?” Zhao Bo, who was sitting at the seat of honor, said with an imposing expression. He gave off an overwhelmingly righteous air.

“Are you afraid of our Sacred Demonic Cult? I’m just here to watch and nothing more. What are you afraid of? You have so many people, yet are still afraid of just a few of us? Cowards!”

Zhao Bo stared sharply at Ning Shu, and then said, “Arrange a place for them.”

Ning Shu clapped her hands. “That’s right.”

Ning Shu went to her seat with her hands behind her back. She sat in the chair and waved to Mei Wu.

Mei Wu brought out a plate of melon seeds and peanuts. Ning Shu grabbed a handful of melon seeds and said as she cracked them open, “Hurry up and start the fight.”

Zhao Bo stared at Mei Wu, who was holding the snack plate. His knitted eyebrows betrayed his confusion.

“Demonic temptress, you dared to hurt a disciple of my school!” The head of the Mount Song School suddenly stood up.

Ning Shu threw the melon seed sh.e.l.l away. She rolled her eyes at the head of the Mount Song School. “Which disciple did I hurt? Tell them to stand up and let me see.”

“My nephew can’t get out of bed now, he’s dying! The demonic temptress so viciously and mercilessly abolished my nephew’s possible future descendants.” The head of the Mount Song School was very angry.

Ning Shu dusted the melon seed remnants off her hands, staring at the head of the Mount Song School with a strange look.

The head of the Mount Song School, who was stared at inexplicably, shouted, “You can’t refute it, right?”

“Tch. I was wondering if it ran in the family. Your nephew not only l.u.s.ts after women but has a thing for men as well. Do you also have this interest?” Ning Shu looked contemptuously. “That dirty man wanted to a.s.sault me. If I didn’t cut his thing, what would I keep it for?”

“Nonsense! My nephew is not that kind of person.” The head of Mount Song School felt the weird gazes of the people around him and quibbled with an anxious and pale face.

Translator: Take

Editor: Ran

Translator: Kaho