Although Han Bolin was not beaten, sweat was pouring from his forehead. He gasped, what kind of master is this? There is no due respect for the holy realm at all. If you don't agree with someone, you will kill them. The key is to kill them with no shame.
Seeing that the young man turned his attention to him again, he decided to ask and say whatever he wanted, but this guy didn't act according to common sense. He was in the holy realm, and he was not a dead soldier, so he couldn't do it.
But he didn't expect that Jiang Fan didn't ask anything, just waved away 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 of his grievance, and was a little embarrassed.
"Ah? I thought you were like him." Jiang Fan said a little surprised.
Han Bolin was about to cry this time: I am called a meat hob, but I am not a meat hob!
Jiang Fan rubbed his wrist and smiled apologetically: "Look, I didn't know you were so cooperative, um... forget it, just think that you were implicated by that Qi guy..."
never mind? Why forget it? Han Bolin felt that he was really unlucky for eight lifetimes.
You have worked with Qi Zhandao for many years, why did you take on such an errand this time? Not only was he beaten violently by the guy in the golden mask, he was also slapped in the face for no apparent reason. You might as well be a mighty Martial Saint, but if you tell me, you won’t be able to live without shame.
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."
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 lift one foot and take off his shoe.
Not knowing why, I saw the young prince sticking the sole of his shoe on the middle-aged man's mouth, one harsh and the other loud. At that time, the man's mouth was full of blood, and his subsequent words were slapped back by the sole of the shoe. He seemed to be stunned by the slap.
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 trembled.
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 scary, more scary than stabbing someone with a knife, either in the mouth, kicked in the crotch, or with the sole of a shoe in the mouth. Who tortures people like this? Others are torturing their bodies, but you are nakedly insulting them. You are such a respectable venerable and martial saint. How can people live if this kind of humiliation spreads?
"Then, let's continue. Who sent you here?" Jiang Fan was very kind to those who cooperated.
Han Bolin immediately pointed to the person nailed to the tree: "He, he, that's him."
Um? 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 contacted was 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. This time we just accepted employment."
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?”
Well? Jiang Fan didn't expect this. He looked at his brother-in-law and asked, "What does this person 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 shivered a little. This man was definitely a moody master. I 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 again. very angry. Master, am I worth a thousand taels of gold? How much does it cost to buy a girl in Paradise City?
Han Bolin shivered when he saw the raised palm. Fortunately, this one was not photographed. But according to what this person meant, he actually disliked the low price and looked 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 a mouthful of bloody phlegm: "No need, I won't say anything. If you want to kill, then kill, if you want to cut, then cut into pieces. 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: "Young 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."
Damn it? !
Han Bolin was stunned.
Liu Fakun was also shocked.
This is too cruel.
"You, you dare..." the man in 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 free king, how can you be so shameless?"
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 was actually King Xiaoyao? That King of Qin who stands side by side?
Qi Zhandao stopped jumping around, took a breath of 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..."
Ying Wuming curled his lips in dissatisfaction. There are only a few holy realms in the world. Those who can reach the holy realm are admired by thousands of people. Who is not arrogant and awe-inspiring? These two are probably the most embarrassing masters in the holy realm.
