Having been around the world for many years, her sensitivity and experience are naturally far beyond ordinary people. Although these footsteps are relatively light, Qing Ji knows that the number of the other party is at least a thousand.
Qing Ji stood up suddenly, lifted up the unconscious Xia Wei, and said to Han Sanqian: "Then... why don't we leave quickly?"
"Leave? Where to go?" Han Sanqian said with a smile: "The city of Luocheng is their territory. No matter where you hide, you will be found sooner or later."
"After raising pigs for three days, it's time to stretch my muscles, otherwise I will become a pig myself."
After saying this, Han Sanqian stood up, patted the weeds on his clothes, and then walked to the door in a few steps.
Almost at the same time, those footsteps were getting closer and closer, and as they arrived completely, someone was heard shouting: "Surround here immediately."
Afterwards, there was another burst of noisy footsteps.
Han Sanqian glanced at Qingji who was supporting Xia Wei. Although he said nothing, his extremely calm smile comforted Qingji that she didn't need to be so nervous.
Qing Ji nodded and helped Xia Wei stand on the side of the temple.
"boom!"
With a loud bang from the door outside the temple, it finally couldn't bear the gravity after countless wasted years and turned into several pieces of broken wood and fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a large group of people rushed in quickly. They were holding weapons and wearing armors. They immediately occupied the entire small courtyard in front of the temple, almost completely surrounding Han Sanqian and others.
"Bah bang bang!"
Almost at the same time, bursts of applause rang out, and the middle of the soldiers automatically made way for a young man to slowly walk in with eight masters.
"I never thought that Mr. Han would find a place like this. It's really wonderful." The voice sounded. The leader was Zhu Yanshuo. In addition to the four masters, there were four people behind him, including Han San. Qian didn’t know him. Seeing Han Sanqian, Zhu Yanshuo smiled softly: "Brother Han, we meet again."
Han Sanqian responded with a smile: "City Master Zhu is the city lord who deserves to fall into the city. Isn't it easy to find Han?"
Zhu Yanshuo smiled bitterly: "Brother Han is praised. Brother Han is a god descended from heaven, and his strength is extraordinary. He is really someone Zhu admires in his heart."
"Zhu thought that you and I should be friends, not in this incompatible situation, but no matter what..."
Speaking of this, Zhu Yanshuo shook his head with regret.
Han Sanqian also smiled and replied calmly: "It is indeed Han's honor to be promoted by City Lord Zhu. Han can indeed appreciate City Lord Zhu's friendship for Han, and he can feel City Lord Zhu's affection more deeply. It's an act of enthusiasm. After all, City Master Zhu has already started this trick, your sister is my sister, and your friend is my friend."
Zhu Yanshuo was stunned. Apparently, he understood that Han Sanqian was referring to the face-changing incident between his sister and his friend Xia Wei.
This was also the fundamental reason why Zhu Yanshuo had murderous intentions.
With a cold smile, Zhu Yanshuo spoke: "Sometimes, being too smart is not necessarily a good thing. Only by pretending to be stupid and muddle along can you enjoy the glory and wealth."
Obviously, for Zhu Yanshuo, if Han Sanqian did not do these things at all and honestly married his sister and became his sister-in-law, Han Sanqian would not be like this and even enjoy all the glory and wealth.
But unfortunately, this guy has no way to hell but insists on breaking in.
"Back then, I was able to hold you as a god very high, and today, I can make you fall down hard. Your height is just a ladder for us to climb up."
"I know that you, Han Sanqian, are very unconvinced now. After all, in your opinion, since you can defeat my four masters with such arrogance and can come and go at will from my city lord's mansion, naturally, you will not do it at all. We take it seriously, right?"
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Seeing Zhu Yanshuo getting colder and colder as he spoke, Han Sanqian just kept his smile.
Han Sanqian never ignored the people who should fall into the city, otherwise he would never have been so prepared in the past three days.
"Haha, don't worry. I've been waiting for three days. Isn't this all just to give you a big gift today?" After saying this, he clapped his hands gently.
Suddenly, there was a movement behind the crowd, and Ye Shijun, surrounded by senior executives from the Fuye family, slowly walked over from behind...
