"Only children make choices." Han Sanqian smiled slightly: "Put away your bad choices and do whatever you want. I have no interest in it."
After saying that, Han Sanqian was not polite at all, turned around and walked out of the house.
Gui Zunqi's face was livid, and his body was filled with black energy due to anger.
He was already polite enough to the corporal, and even went so far as to go out in person to sit at the same table with him for dinner, and even sent eleven of the most beautiful beauties in his city, but this guy...
So ungrateful!
Seeing this, Hong Luan immediately turned into a red light and rushed towards Han Sanqian to kill him.
How could Han Sanqian not know about such an attack?
But this guy didn't even take him back, almost the moment she rushed up to him.
boom……
A light shield directly blocked Han Sanqian's back, blocking Hong Luan. At the same time, the light shield suddenly transformed into a lightsaber and quickly attacked Hong Luan.
brush!
As the sword passed by, Hong Luan also stepped aside, but when the sword returned to Han Sanqian's hand, Hong Luan turned around and touched his face slightly, but was shocked to find that there was a deep ravine on his face and blood was flowing out.
She suddenly raised her head angrily, and Han Sanqian didn't even stop for a moment, not to mention turning around.
She was as defensive as a fly, someone just slapped her hand and she flew out without any effect at all.
The anger of being scorned, coupled with the inner shock, are the true portrayal of Hong Luan's psychology at this time.
She was not willing to be abused like this, but she was also afraid that if she acted rashly again, it would only lead to worse consequences.
Looking back at Guizun, Guizun had clenched his fists. Obviously, he was very angry at this time.
However, he didn't say anything after all, and Hong Luan also chose to cover his wound slightly to show that he was injured and unable to fight.
Walking out of the golden back room, the two maids didn't say anything, and hurriedly retreated into the room, then gently closed the heavy door.
boom!
With a loud bang, the door closed, and the world outside suddenly fell into deathly silence.
A smile appeared on Han Sanqian's lips, he shook his head helplessly, stood up and walked a few steps to the long road outside the house. Then, he stopped and did not walk any further.
It seems that he is waiting for something.
"Everyone, it's getting late and it's getting dark. There's no point in hiding any longer." Han Sanqian spoke softly, and the long sword turned into a small black stick in his hand was gently lifted by him.
In the fight with Hong Luan just now, Han Sanqian obviously did not use his true power, but simply used the little black stick to defend and attack.
It not only retains its own strength, but it is also better at completing a fatal blow.
Fighting these people is obviously the best choice.
"Wow..."
"clatter……"
"La……"
Almost at the same time, various slight noises came from around the ancient house, and then, a figure slowly walked out from the darkness in all directions.
Then, more and more, more and more...
Until more than ten seconds later, with Gu Wu and Han Sanqian as the center, the surrounding area was almost completely filled with dense crowds.
Each of these people looks strange, but like the original Bear Man and Pig Man, each one is as strong as an ox, and their stature is almost several times the size of Han Sanqian.
Almost all of these guys are armed with weapons and are very tough. At first glance, they are definitely easy to mess with.
Han Sanqian raised his eyes slightly, looked around, shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "You really think highly of me."
There were a thousand people around. Not to mention Han Sanqian now, even Han Sanqian in his heyday could not help but frown. After all, this group of people are not good people in terms of size or strength, so naturally they appear extremely terrifying in such numbers.
However, this was also expected by Han Sanqian.
If this place really didn't have any skills, how could it be that so many people who tried to pass through here ended up dead, with only bones and ghosts left?
"The surname is Han."
At almost the same time, on the roof of the ancient house, the Ghost Lord was already standing there. He was condescending and coldly greeted Han Sanqian.
"This is the last time I ask you, heaven or hell, have you really made your choice?"
"Heaven? Hell? Who decided?" Han Sanqian smiled, then raised the sword slightly and slid it gently in his hand. The blood immediately followed the wound and fell on the sword body bit by bit. Han Sanqian He raised his eyes coldly...
The meaning couldn't be more obvious...
