The bitter cold wind swept across Chang'an City, blowing on the faces of passers-by as if they were pricked by needles. The earth was depressed, and the dry dead branches on the road swayed in the wind, making small "crack" sounds of broken branches from time to time. The wind blew across the ground and rubbed the world.

The largest stubborn lords in Chang'an City were gathered, and a large formation of hundreds of family slaves gathered in front of them... The dynasty witch, who had seen the immortal, was beaten up with bleeding in his eyes, and two blood marks from his nostrils flowed into his mouth, which should have tasted bitter.

Zhuo Wangsun finally arrived with a strong breath, standing in the alley, dumbfounded, staring at the Diwu who was being pressed under him, and was speechless for a long time.

Today is the most exciting day in his life. He was first deceived by a slave in the greenhouse, and was approached by a poisonous snake. He almost pissed his pants. He regarded Diwu as a reincarnation of a god. In a blink of an eye, he saw that the god was beaten up by a mortal. The gap in his heart was too big and unacceptable.

In Zhuo Wangsun's mind, people who know how to be divined should be mysterious, and people who know martial arts should fly over the eaves and walls, and the gods must be invincible and invincible. But you can't beat a thin monkey, don't you be funny?

Being beaten under the gaze of hundreds of people, Diwu was so sad that he almost died. He was as if he was a dog who was stranded, and he was so breathless that he couldn't even speak. He was thrown down and beaten for no reason. When he went out in the morning, he calculated that there would be a fierce star covering the top of the roof today. Has it really come true?

However, during the beating, it was also the time when the witch rested, and the breath finally smoothed a little.

"Kill them for me." When I was thinking about how to repair it, Diwu pulled his neck and shouted to the young master in front of the mansion. The voice was heartbreaking and heartbreaking, very hurtful...

This shout finally made the pig think of a new way to repair it. He grabbed Diwu's entire face with his left hand, raised his right hand high, and slapped his cheeks hard, "I dare to call someone, I dare to call someone..."

But after a few slaps, he stopped and dared not move.

Although the young men were very confused, why didn't the great wizard fight back and slapped the slave riding on him into scum, they saw that the witch was humiliated by the lowly slaves, and the immortal even took the wooden stick from his slaves, holding it with a vicious look.

When Han Erdan saw it, he knew that if no one stood up, the pig would definitely be beaten to death on the spot, but it would be useless to rush forward and he would also put his life in it.

At the critical moment, Han Yan lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, shook the folding fan gracefully, walked forward, attracting everyone's eyes, and then said: "Whoever dares to touch my slave will be unable to get along with me."

After saying that, he looked at the timid pig again, "Soon beat him, crying and calling him mother."

The young man was stunned by this arrogant attitude, so...

"Um?"

"ha?"

“Ahhaha…”

The laughter was full of sarcasm. Everyone pointed at Han Yan and laughed loudly. They dared to show off in front of the top stubborn masters in Chang'an City, and see how you die!

Having been ridiculed by hundreds of people, Han Yan's face was still as moving as a mountain, and he was still shaking the folding fan slowly. In fact, he was so panicked that he was thinking about how to get out of the predicament. Not to mention saving the pig at this moment, he might even be humiliated by these people. But on his face, he must not show weakness.

Xian took a step forward, put the wooden stick on his shoulder and looked at Han Yan. Seeing that his clothes and clothing had no obvious identity sign, he shouted: "Where did the little kid come from? How dare you make a name in front of us and sign up."

"Tell me, I'm afraid I'm scared you to death." Han Yan tried hard to pretend to be confident. His head could be broken, his hairstyle could not be messy, his blood could flow, and his leather shoes should not be free of oil. Even if he had no skills, his aura could not be lost.

"Yohe." Xian Xiemei smiled, "Come and scare me to death, or I will kill your slave."

The pig was still pressing on Diwu. Han Yan asked him to continue to hit him, and he hit him, but he became cautious, weak and symbolic, and slapped Diwu again, completely losing his ruthlessness. He could only hear the sound of his face, but it actually didn't hurt. When he heard that the immortal was about to kill him, he quickly looked back at Han Yan pitifully, helping him...

Three to one hundred.

At this point, Han Yan could only hope that his name would scare these playboys.

"I am Han Yan, the evil grandson of Gong Gaohou, the disciple of the Censor Wei Wan, and the sworn brother of the Crown Prince Liu Che. The King of Hejian is my senior brother and the King of Yan is my brother. Can't you come and worship me?"

"Han Yan?" Xian was stunned, then laughed loudly.

The young men also found it incredible: "Can sycoons dare to be so rampant?"

"Is this the one who was scolded by the emperor for not doing his job?"

"The male favorite who warms the bed for Crown Prince Liu Che?"

"It's him."

"Xian, why are you laughing so happily?"

"Hahaha...he, he is my subordinate of Aweng, the Shaofu Paper Chief, the Sesame Official, there are hundreds of choreographers like him in the Shaofu. He dares to pretend to be big in front of me, and then he turns around and asks Aweng to send him to eat shit."

"The immortal prince is mighty." Everyone shouted, and the momentum was rising.

In fact, Han Yan spoke a little too much and was out of normalcy. He just needed to report the title of the Marquis of Gong Gao. The second generation of officials in front of him would think about their interests and consider your relationship network. Just based on their relationship with Liu Che, whether it is a flatterer or a male favorite, these people would not dare to touch you. But now the more you get the title, the more they think you are forcibly building relationships, and doing it on the outside.

It was too late to understand this truth, and Han Yan was really panicked at this moment.

I have never been as lonely and panicked as I am today. There are so many people on the other side, and the pig will definitely not be able to save me. If Han Erdan blocks them, I may not be able to escape. However, in life, I have something to do and I will not do anything. When the disaster comes, I will give up my brothers and run away alone. If it spreads out in the future, let alone Liu Che, no one will have a sincere relationship with you, and their reputation will be ruined.

"Run, I'll stop them." Han Erdan was fierce, pushed Han Yan, took out a scimitar from his arms, and looked at him as if he was home. He thought of Han Yan's past kindness. The slave was on an equal footing with his master. It was definitely the only one in this world and a great respect. Today, I will repay this kindness with my life.

Han Yan's fingertips were a little cold, and the cold wind blew in his ears, and there was a whimpering sound in the ring. He watched the slaves raise the pigs, and some of the slaves walked towards him because the immortal spoke, "Catch this barehead and wait for me, Ah Weng, to let him taste the following bad taste."

The beauty of fate lies in the bizarre twists and turns, always revolving around thousands of twists and turns, walking out one step, and a thought arises, you cannot predict what the result will be before you, you can only face it bravely...

"Let them both go away, I'll let you do it." Han Yan's voice echoed on the street in a calm voice, suppressing the whimpering sound of the wind.

"Yu...Yuyou, what a sad scene. In order to save the slave, the master left himself as a hostage. Did you get your head blasted by thunder?" Xian sneered, then his face tense, his eyes were full of sharpness and cruelty, and he said with a tense mouth: "Do you think I can't touch you?"

"You can try."

"Break my legs." The immortal swung the wooden stick in a circle, and was fearless, pointing at Han Yan and instructing the slaves: "Kneel down first."

"Yeah?"

"I see who dares!"

The slightly tender cold shout was like a thunder blew up between the sky and the earth. The roaring and rushing sound of horse hooves resounded through the streets, disturbing the residents on the streets. A gust of wind at the entrance of the alley was flat, and the black flags erected to the sky were angrily spreading in the wind, and the words on the flag were like black dragons, with ferocious claws, and they were about to break through the flag and fly into the sky at any time.

More than a hundred soldiers were wearing green and shiny fish-scale iron armor, with a fierce aura, each with tough and frost on their faces, with fierce killing. When the charge gathered, bloodthirsty murderous aura floated in the long wind, filling every beam of sunlight, illuminating the person wearing armor like a god.

The guards of the Prince's Palace were all elite soldiers selected from the Northern Army of the Han Dynasty. They were all experienced and fought for the Supreme One to protect the future. They only stood guard on weekdays, but as long as they got on horseback, they were cold-blooded warriors who could fight with the Huns.

Han Yan was so excited about this momentum and scene. Looking up at Liu Che who was riding on the horse, he suddenly felt a sense of admiration in his heart, and there was a sense of pride in his heart.

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was so powerful!

The hundreds of slaves organized by the young masters were silent in an instant. Facing the Northern Army's cavalry, the timid trembled and wet his crotch in the blink of an eye.

But he was so dying. His eyes were dark on the ground, and he had no strength to get up. His ears were quite good. When he heard someone fighting with the immortal, he opened his voice and urged, "Go on, slaughter them for me..."

The roar echoed in the streets with a crying roar, gathering with the whimpering wind, making it look so shrill. The immortal's mansion is an iron-red wall, with a blood-like tragic color under the sunlight.

The young master's face looked like earth. He only glanced at the solemn word "Cho" and knew that it had caused a big disaster. The immortal's face was even pale. He wanted to plead for a few words, but was roared by the jewel's roar. He was so scared that he collapsed on the ground with a thunderous sound...
Chapter completed!