Fish swimming around the world

Although Han Bolin was not beaten, sweat was pouring down his forehead. He gasped, what kind of person is this? He has no due respect for the Saint Realm. He kills people for a disagreement. The key is that he kills people without giving them face.

Seeing that the young man turned his eyes to him again, he immediately decided to answer whatever he asked. This guy doesn't play by the rules. He is a Saint Realm, not a dead man, so he can't afford to lose.

But he didn't expect Jiang Fan to ask anything, but slapped him in the face, causing his nose to bleed.

"Sir... Sir, you haven't asked me yet..." Han Bolin was wronged, what's the matter?

Han Bolin's tears fell, which was caused by a natural pain in his nose. Jiang Fan thought he was crying because of grievance, and felt a little embarrassed.

"Ah? I thought you were the same as him." Jiang Fan said with a little surprise.

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

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..."

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

He had worked with Qi Zhandao for many years, why did he take such a job this time? Not only was he beaten up by the guy with the golden mask, but he was also slapped in the face for no reason. A great martial saint, he would be ashamed to say it out.

However, looking at the partner next to him who was still jumping around with his hands covering his crotch, he felt a little comforted, at least he didn't fall to that step.

"It seems that you are a good person, you have good eyesight, and you can communicate with me."

Jiang Fan said with a smile.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man nailed to the tree said sternly: "You two, as a martial saint, you should have credibility and not talk nonsense!"

Han Bolin was startled, and heard the middle-aged man say: "You know the consequences of talking nonsense..."

Han Bolin's expression changed, and he hesitated a little. Suddenly, he saw the free and easy king lift one foot and take off his shoes.

Just when he didn't know why, he saw the young prince slap the middle-aged man's mouth with the sole of his shoe. It was so cruel and loud. At that time, the man's mouth was full of blood, and the words behind were also slapped back by the sole of the shoe. The man seemed to be slapped silly.

Jiang Fan squinted at him: "Talk nonsense, now you know the consequences?"

Han Bolin felt a pain in his mouth and trembled all over.

The young free and easy king turned to him again: "You see, he is ignorant, you can't learn from him, right?"

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

It's so fucking horrible, scarier than stabbing someone with a knife, either slapping him in the face, kicking him in the crotch, or smearing him with the sole of a shoe. Who tortures like this? Others torture the body, but you insult people nakedly. They are all well-known venerables and martial saints. How can people live if this kind of humiliation is spread out?

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

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

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

Okay, in your eyes, venerables are just mere venerables, and I won't argue with you. "Yes, we were hired. 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 lone travelers in the world, and we are just hired this time."

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

Han Bolin said with a bitter face: "Your Excellency seems to be a martial arts practitioner. Don't you understand that the higher the realm, the more resources are needed for practice. The practice of the Martial Saint requires even more massive resources. What should we do if we are lone travelers without the support of a sect like us and don't make money?"

Huh? Jiang Fan didn't expect this. He looked at his brother-in-law. Yes, what can this person lack? The dignified third prince of the Great Qin Dynasty naturally can't be compared with those poor people in the world.

"What's the price?"

Jiang Fan asked 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 wrong, Han Bolin trembled a little again. This man is definitely a moody master. There was no other way, so he could only whisper: "One, one thousand taels of gold..."

"One thousand taels of gold? That's all? I fucking..." Jiang Fan raised his hand and almost slapped Han Bolin again. Very angry. I am only worth one thousand taels of gold? The price of buying a girl in Paradise City?

Han Bolin shuddered when he saw the raised hand. Fortunately, this person didn't take a picture. But from what he said, he actually disliked the low price and looked down on people. Haha, you are really a weirdo.

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

Han Bailin said: "Young man, how can we know? Liu Fakun just told us to follow him and kill someone together. We don't know anything else."

"Liu Fakun?" Jiang Fan pointed at the man on the tree trunk: "Is that him?"

"Yes, yes, that's him. He said his name is Liu Fakun and he is a subordinate of a top-notch figure."

"Oh?" Jiang Fan turned his head and looked at the guy on the tree with blood all over his mouth, glaring at him.

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

Liu Fakun spat out a mouthful of blood and phlegm: "No need, I won't say anything. Kill me if you want to kill me, cut me up if you want to cut me up, it's all up to you."

"Hard-headed!" 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."

Damn it? !

Han Bolin was stunned.

Liu Fakun was also shocked.

This is too cruel.

"You, you dare..." 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 happy 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.