Although Han Bolin was not beaten, he was still sweating on his forehead. He gasped and gasped, what kind of master is this? He doesn't have due respect for the holy realm at all. He will kill him even if he doesn't agree with each other. The key is not to give him anything.

The dead hand of face.

Seeing that the young man turned his attention to him again, he decided to ask and say whatever he wanted. This guy didn't act according to common sense. He was in the holy realm and not a dead soldier, so he couldn't do this.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Fan didn't ask anything, just waved his hand and turned into a big mouth, which made his nostrils bleed.

"Your Excellency... Your Excellency, you haven't asked me yet..." Han Bolin felt aggrieved. What does this mean?

Han Bolin shed tears, which was naturally caused by a sore nose. Jiang Fan thought he was crying because he was wronged, and was a little embarrassed.

"Ah? I thought you were just like him." Jiang Fan said a little surprised.

Han Bolin was about to cry this time: I am called a meat roller, but I am not a meat roller!

Jiang Fan rubbed his wrist and smiled apologetically: "Look, I didn't know you were so cooperative. Well... forget it, just think that you were implicated by that Qi..."

Forget it? Why forget it? Han Bolin felt that he was really unlucky for eight lifetimes.

I have worked with Qi Zhandao for many years, so why did I take on such an errand this time? Not only was I beaten up by that guy in the golden mask, but I was also slapped in the face for no reason. A great martial saint, I would be ashamed to say it.

However, looking at the partner next to him who was still holding his crotch and jumping around, I felt a little relieved, at least it didn't reach that point.

"It seems that you are a good person, you are discerning and can communicate with others."

Jiang Fan said with a smile.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man who was nailed to the tree said sternly: "You two, as martial saints, you should have credibility and you can't talk nonsense!"

Han Bolin was startled and heard the middle-aged man say: "Talk nonsense, you know the consequences..."

Han Bolin's expression changed and he hesitated a little. Suddenly he saw the Xiaoyao King lifting one foot and taking off his shoe.

Not knowing why, I saw the young prince put the sole of his shoe on the middle-aged man's mouth. He screamed hard and loudly. At that time, the man's mouth was full of blood, and his subsequent words were also touched by the shoe sole.

When I took the photo back, everyone seemed stunned by the photo.

Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Talk nonsense, now you know the consequences?"

Han Bolin felt his mouth hurt and his whole body was shaking.

Click.

I saw the young King Xiaoyao turning to me again: "Look, he is ignorant, so you can't learn from him, right?"

"Ah...yes, yes." Han Bolin replied unconsciously.

It's so terrifying, more scary than stabbing someone with a knife. It's either a slap in the mouth, a kick in the crotch, or the sole of a shoe. Who tortures like this? Others torture the body, but you are nakedly insulting people.

How can people live if this kind of humiliation spreads out about such reputable venerables and martial saints?

"Then, let's continue. Who sent you here?" Jiang Fan was very kind to those who cooperated.

Han Bolin immediately pointed to the man nailed to the tree: "He, he, that's him."

Huh? Jiang Fan was stunned: "He? A mere venerable?"

Okay, in your eyes, the Venerable is just a mere person, and I won’t argue with you. "Yes, we are hired by others. The person we come into contact with is him."

Jiang Fan scratched his head: "You mean, you are not the subordinates behind the scenes?"

Han Bolin nodded repeatedly: "No, everyone knows that the two of us are loners in the world. We are just accepting employment this time."

Jiang Fan frowned: "The mighty Martial Saint also accepts employment?"

Han Bolin said with a bitter face: "Your Excellency, it seems that you are also a person who practices martial arts. Don't you understand that the higher the realm, the greater the training resources required. The practice of martial arts requires even more massive resources. There is no sect behind us like us.

What should I do if I don’t make any money as a supported solo traveler?”

Huh? Jiang Fan didn't expect this. He looked at his brother-in-law and thought, what does this man lack? The dignified Third Prince of Qin naturally cannot be compared with those hard-working people in the world.

"What's the price?"

Jiang Fan said a little curiously.

Han Bolin said: "One thousand taels of gold..."

"What?" Jiang Fan was a little unhappy: "How much?"

Seeing that Jiang Fan's expression was not right, Han Bolin was trembling a little. This man is definitely a moody master. He had no choice but to whisper: "One, one thousand taels of gold..."

"One thousand taels of gold? That's it? What the hell..." Jiang Fan slapped Han Bolin and almost slapped Han Bolin again. He was very angry. I'm only worth one thousand taels of gold, sir? Can I buy a girl from Paradise City?

price?

Han Bolin was frightened when he saw this raised palm. Fortunately, this person didn't take the photo. But based on what this person meant, he actually disliked the price.

Low, you look down on people. Haha, you are such a weirdo.

"So..." Jiang Fan looked at him and pointed at his nose: "Do you know who I am?"

Han Bolin said: "Master, how could we know? Liu Fakun just asked us to act with him and kill someone together. We don't know anything else."

"Liu Fakun?" Jiang Fan pointed to the one on the tree trunk: "Is that the one?"

"Yes, yes, that's him. He said his name is Liu Fakun, and he is a subordinate of a very important person."

"Oh?" Jiang Fan turned around and looked at the guy on the tree with his mouth full of blood, glaring at him angrily.

"So, if I want to know something, I have to ask you..."

Liu Fakun spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and said, "No need, I won't say anything. If you want to kill, then kill, if you want to chop, just chop. It's up to you."

"Tough!" Jiang Fan raised his thumb.

He actually turned around and looked at Han Bolin again: "Do you want to die?"

"Yes, yes, I will do whatever you say, young master..."

Jiang Fan was stunned and looked him up and down: "I even doubt whether you are in the holy realm? Are you so spineless?"

Han Bolin simply said: "Master, you only have one life in the Holy Land, and you can't live it up."

"Haha, he is a sensible person." Jiang Fan was very pleased, and immediately pointed to the one on the tree: "You two stripped him naked, castrated him, and took him to the streets of Xiadu."

What the fuck?!

Han Bolin was stunned.

Liu Fakun was also shocked and pale.

This is too cruel.

"You, how dare you..." the man on the tree gritted his teeth.

Jiang Fan smiled lightly: "They don't know what I don't dare to do. Don't you understand who I am?"

Liu Fakun had veins popping up on his forehead: "You are also a dignified and carefree king after all. How can you be so shameless in doing things?"

Han Bolin felt his legs go weak at that time, Xiao...King Xiaoyao? He was completely frightened this time. Who knew that the young man he was going to deal with turned out to be King Xiaoyao? The king of Da Qin?

Qi Zhandao stopped jumping around, took a breath of cold air, and sweated on his temples.

The two looked at each other in panic, and suddenly fell to their knees on the ground: "Your Majesty, please forgive me! Your Majesty, please forgive me! We really don't know..." Biquku
Chapter completed!