After leaving the Fugui Tower, Han Yan felt refreshed and sighed that this was a wonderful day. He first slapped the talented men in the Linglu Tower in the face, and then pretended to be a boob at Fugui Tower. Life is beautiful. I want to thank God for allowing me to travel through time and become the descendants of the princes...

He closed his hands and prayed to the sky for a moment, then looked at Han Erdan, who needed him to look up, and the pig who was pulling a carriage behind him.

"The crown prince and I went out to play and didn't take you. Why did you two come?"

"The crown prince has returned to the uterus. When Xier saw that you were not here, she asked us to come out and look for something for an accident."

"My sworn brother is so fast? I'm back just after the meal. Could it be that Ling Meimei posted a photo, posing for a while... and then ejaculated..."

"What?" Han Erdan and Shi were confused.

"……fine."

“…”

"Have you two eaten? Are you going to visit me at noon?"

"...I didn't eat." Han Erdan touched his shriveled belly and responded vigorously.

In the Han Dynasty, slaves and ordinary people could only eat two meals, but it was probably Han Yan who said good things about him in front of Liu Che, so the crown prince personally ordered him to eat three meals a day so that he would not be hungry all day long.

Since following Han Yan, he has been fed with delicious food and drinks, and has no need to work or be enslaved. He has gradually developed the habit of "not eating for a meal and being hungry". Han Erdan can clearly feel that he has gradually integrated into the comfortable life of the Han Dynasty, and his longing for his relatives and the Huns has faded. The wolf nature in his bones is disappearing. If he is put back to the prairie at this moment, he will definitely be worse than cold-blooded as before.

But even though you know this change in your heart, you can't refuse it. You can eat three meals, will you be hungry and only eat two meals?

You can obviously not be enslaved or ordered, will you still be willing to be a slave and be trampled on by others?

Thinking of this, Han Erdan lamented in her heart, and her thoughts were released, missing her relatives in her hometown. But his hands subconsciously touched her croaking stomach until Han Yan's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"The lunch time in the Prince's Palace should have passed. Let's find another winery. I'll treat you to me today, so you two will eat openly."

"Here." Han Erdan shouted as the Han people's etiquette. Everyone shouted like this. After hearing so much, they learned it in silence.

Fugui Building.

Diwu had no face to face the people in the hall, so he found a private room and knelt at the desk. His face was as gloomy as clouds. He drank tea one cup after another. There was a storm flowing in his narrow eyes... I have recorded this hatred.

The Teng was exposed and he had already retreated with tactfulness. Although he secretly hated Han Yan, he was just a little person without foundation. Even if he had made friends with some wealthy businessmen, he was still a person who could not be on the table.

The true descendants of princes and royal nobles are not something he can make friends with. They are the top circles of the Han Dynasty. Everyone has met emperors, empresses, and princes of all walks of life. If you can pretend, can you still have a better status than these people?

Zhuo Wangsun knelt quietly opposite Diwu, serving tea to his mouth, gently shaking the tea cup but not getting down, and seemed absent-minded.

After such a fuss, he felt like a mirror. He must be a liar, but his acting skills are superb and pretending very well, so he is too much like a big shot. As for this "Buxian" who is famous in Chang'an, he is probably very humble.

Having money is the original sin. All kinds of scammers and tricks come uninvited. You should be more careful in the future. If it weren't for that young man this time, he would have spent a lot of money to make some money, and the money would definitely go without returning.

The gorgeous screen covered the window to block the cold wind in the winter. The curtains hanging in the air were embroidered with colorful patterns. The two people in the room were quietly thinking about their worries until Diwu spoke first.

At this moment, Zhuo Wangsun must be doubting his strength and his trust in him has been greatly reduced. It is better to keep this rich man first.

"The prince is so good at doing things today. In fact, I have never seen you for a few times. I was deceived by his posture and gave him a lot of money. Today I realized that he is just a little slave in the greenhouse. Please don't be surprised if you offend me."

"Diewu is polite. You didn't know in advance that he was a liar, so you were kindly introduced to me. It should be because I thank you." Zhuo Wangsun reluctantly smiled and agreed politely, so as not to be unable to bear the face.

"The prince is worthy of being a rich businessman in the world. He is so admirable. If you can come to Chang'an to find me, it is fate. Drinking this tea is boring. Why don't I come to cheer me up?"

"Then I'll be troubled by the witches." Zhuo Wangsun bowed, thinking in his heart that if you can't show the ability to convince me, you will be a person with a reputation and a liar like Teng. I won't be afraid of you anymore. I will help you promote it later so that others will not be deceived again.

Seeing that King Zhuo Sun responded, there was cunning hidden in Diwu's eyes, he shook his sleeves slightly, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Look."

He shouted and overturned the Four Plan Table, covered the original position of a table with his left hand, and pulled out a live snake from the place where it was covered with hissing, and was hissing and spitting out the scarlet snake core. The two mung bean-sized eyes showed fierce appearance, and the scales on their bodies were dark gray in the sun, and were shiny and shiny by the printing.

Zhuo Wangsun was dumbfounded, subconsciously took a step back away from the evil object, looking scared, "This, this..."

Let’s look at the location of the table base. It was as intact as before and there were no holes at all.

The witch held the snake in her hand and played with it. She walked over with a smile and said, "Your Majesty is here, you are a guest. This time, the hospitality is not good enough, I feel very guilty, so I will give you a gift." ·

Before Zhuo Wangsun could react, his scalp exploded, and he was sweating profusely. He felt a cool breeze pouring into his head. Diwu actually wrapped the snake in his neck. The wet and slippery mucus made him stand upright on his body. The snake's head swayed in front of his eyes. The scarlet snake core seemed to be looking for a target. The triangular vicious snake eyes were close at hand. Faced with this great horror, Zhuo Wangsun took out a dagger from the middle of his collar and cut it out.

The living snake broke with the sound, the wound was bright red, the flesh and blood turned outward, and the two snake bodies fell to the ground and rolled violently, as if they were unwilling to accept this and came to an end.

"Your Madam, why are you? My child won't bite you." Diwu sighed in his words, pretending to be heartbroken and picked up two snake bodies, and connected the wounds of the two snake bodies in front of Zhuo Wangsun, then blocked them with his hands, wiped the wounds, and then wiped the blood with his sleeves. Where were there any traces of being cut off?

Zhuo Wangsun couldn't believe that people always have awe of unknowable things. Diwu's methods exceeded his understanding of the world. "This, this, this... how is this possible? There is such a magic trick in the world?"

"The little trick is not worth mentioning, so I'll just be ugly." Diwu Fengqingyun calmly kept the living snake on the ground, allowing it to crawl into the corner, disappearing from his sight. The poisonous snake that everyone feared was in his hand, but he was like noodles.

Zhuo Wangsun Zhen was frightened and had a shadow in his heart. He was afraid that the poisonous snake would come out of the dark and kiss him. His mind was full of the illusion of being surrounded by poisonous snakes. He was like a light on his back, but he could only smile and smile happily. He had no doubt about Diwu anymore, but he just thought he was the reincarnation of a god.

After successfully taking down King Zhuo, he was praised. The first thing Diwu had to do was to contact the stubborn lords in Chang'an City and let them mobilize their troops to investigate Han Yan and Han Erdan.

The stubborn masters control the raiders, thieves, liars, and various industries living in the dark, and are more informed than the government. It should not be a problem to ask about a Hun who is nearly two meters tall in the city.

So, in just one hour, all the monsters and monsters in Chang'an City were dispatched, wandering around the streets and alleys, looking for peddlers and barons to ask...

In the wine house.

Facing Han Erdan, who was eating chicken without spitting bones, Han Yan held the pig's butt and ate the tea gracefully, telling his experience today. He stopped talking until the two of them burped and asked, "Are they all full?"

"I'm so full of support..." The pig touched his round belly, his mouth full of greasy, and he didn't care at all. He used his wide sleeves as a rag and wiped his mouth clean in two strokes.

After checking out, the three of them left the wine house and slowly returned to the prince's uterus.

"Class Yan, the servant you just mentioned, maybe I've seen him." The pig led the carriage and fell back half a step, almost tied with Han Yan.

"I should meet you again. I'll tease him a few words and see if he dares to show off with me." Han Yan gently shook the folding fan, feeling good about himself.

Han Erdan was idle and interrupted: "That wizard looks quite like that, but if he meets me... he can kill him with two punches."

"Brother Erdan." The admiration for the strong man appeared in his eyes. After saying that, he suddenly said "Huh", his body was walking, but his head leaned back, and said in surprise: "Do we have so many wizards in our great man? There is one there too."

Han Erdan and Han Yan stopped and looked along the direction where the pig raised their hands. They saw Diewu looking around, following Wangsun Zhuo and a beautiful maid, who was the slave who was carrying the bags for Fuguilou, and were also looking at passers-by. Seeing the three of them, they seemed to be looking for someone on the way home.

Through the street, each other's eyes met in this way.

The cold wind in winter roared, and the grass broke, blew the flower-protecting bells under the eaves of the streets on the roadside, and the flagpole standing in front of the wine house was fluttering. Han Yan was not panicked at all, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, telling his wicked smile and playful psychology.

Han Erdan kneaded his fist as big as a casserole, and his finger bones clattered, and he sneered, although the Han law stipulates that "slaves beat commoners and above, and give them to the master", that is, to hit people above the commoners, and to mark their foreheads and then return them to the master. However, as long as the master asks you to hit you, the master will take responsibility. As long as Han Yan gave the order, he will loosen his muscles and bones that have not been moved for several months, and see if he can kill Diwu with two punches.

Diwu, who had just performed shocking magic to Zhuo Wangsun, faced Han Erdan, who was malicious and slowly walked towards him.

Run away...

Run away.

Even with Zhuo Wangsun, he didn't even know why he ran away. Anyway, he ran away, leaving only the lonely maid in the wind...

Han Yan, who was not ready to go to trouble, was about to continue walking his own way, but he heard that Diwu, who was about to turn around and disappear from the end of his sight, shouted, "Naiweng's baby..."

"Chasing me and slap my big mouth hard."

This was Han Yan's reaction. When he finished speaking, Han Erdan, who was ready to go, left his long legs and chased him like an angry cheetah. Even the ground on the street seemed to vibrate. It was not until Han Erdan gradually moved away that the voice weakened.

"Let's follow too." Han Yan got on the carriage, and the pig rode his horse and chased after him without saying a word.

At this moment, Diwu was excited. When he met someone he could not beat, he would not escape as soon as possible, but instead humiliate the other party, which made his eyes so excited that his eyes were congested. The passion and blood hidden in the deepest part of his heart were ignited.

As the fierce running, the north wind of frozen bones whizzed across his cheeks, giving people a hint of pleasure of alternating heat and cold - all the shame brought to him by Han Yan and the dignity lost in the Fugui Tower will be recovered immediately.

"Come on! Come on! Come on and chase after you..." Diwu roared wildly in his heart, his arms swinged violently. At this moment, he felt that he was detached, feeling the sound of lungs getting closer and closer behind him, "It's still a little bit, just a little bit..."

In front is the mansion of the famous stubborn lord "Immortal", Chang'an City. He, Aweng, is the eldest "god" of the young mansion and is the helm of the largest organization of the Han Dynasty.

He had just sent someone to inform the immortal and the other stubborn masters to summon the slaves to meet in front of the immortal's mansion. As long as Han Erdan is found, a hundred slaves will go out together and will kill the Huns in the street to bring shame to blood.

Han Erdan didn't realize that this was a trap, but just covered her head and chased her. Even if she met Zhuo Wangsun who was caught by him, she ignored it. She didn't even look at it. She chased her and then turned around...

The shoes under my feet rubbed against the ground and braked lunges. Since the shoes were made of numb and kale, they were not very strong, and instantly poked a big hole in the shoe, revealing five black, thick and furry toes, which stopped me.

Diagonally opposite the alley, in front of the gate of the immortal mansion, seven or eight gorgeously dressed young men were laughing, hundreds of domestic slaves lined up in four lines, looking at this side in an orderly manner.

Diwu stood in the middle of the road, humming, humming, humming...

He was so tired that he couldn't speak in his throat. He hunched his back and panted, raised his hand weakly to wave his hands to the young men not far away, and pointed his thumb upside down at Han Erdan at the entrance of the alley with his thumb.

One hundred to one, this posture and aura, even if the gods descend to earth, Diwu would not believe that Han Erdan would be able to become rampant today.

At this moment, Han Erdan was hesitating whether to get on, and heard the sound of horse hooves and wheels rumbling across the ground behind him. He looked back and saw the pig standing at the front of the car driving the horse and shouting hard: "Get out of the way..."

Han Erdan gave in and avoided the collision of the carriage, and then reminded him to stop the carriage quickly and not to rush over. Then he saw that he was trying to tighten the reins and brake, but the carriage was not like a human, and he couldn't stop running fast.

If it is hard, the horse will be frustrated, and the person will be thrown out by centrifugal force, and pounced straight towards Diwu standing in the middle of the road, knocking him over and overturning him, being pressed forward for five or six meters...

Diwu was confused. A few seconds ago, he wanted to kill the Huns, kill them, regain their dignity, gain reputation, and promote my reputation. In a blink of an eye, he was almost vomited out with an old blood, and his bones were about to fall apart.

Han Erdan was stunned, Han Yan was stunned, and the hundred slaves were stunned, even the young men were stunned.

The great wizard, famous in Chang'an City, can play with poisonous snakes as mud, can transform into objects out of thin air, can give life to the cut snake, can know witchcraft, can span thousands of miles to death, is the guest of honor for all kings and princes, known as omniscient knowledge and the most stunning person in the metaphysics world who has received the initiation of ghosts and gods, was actually killed by a small slave...

The pig covered his head and hugged his head. When he saw Diwu pressing under him, he was stunned for a moment and remembered that this girl called Han Yan "Naiweng's baby" and wanted to slap him hard. Without thinking, she held the bun on Diwu's head with her left hand and met the door with her right hand.

"How dare you scold my master, I will make my face fat first."

"Master Pig is here, my eyes are swollen."

"The bridge of the nose is quite big, let me go..."
Chapter completed!