“Children only make choices.” Han Qianqian smiled faintly, “Put away those crappy choices of yours, do whatever you want, I have no interest whatsoever.”
With those words, Han Qianqian was not the least bit polite as he turned around and walked towards the outside of the house.
The ghostly ancestor’s face turned blue with anger, and his body was draped with black Qi from his anger.
He had been courteous enough, and had even gone out of his way to personally sit at the same table with him for dinner, and had even sent his city’s eleven extremely beautiful women, but this guy ……
The actual fact is that this guy is so ungrateful!
The first time I saw this, Red Luan turned into a red light and ran directly towards Han Qianqian to kill him.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.
But this guy did not even bring back his body, almost the moment she rushed up.
A shield of light directly behind Han Qianqian, directly blocking the red luan at the same time, the shield of light and fierce transformation, into a light sword flying back at the red luan.
But as the sword returned to Han Qianqian’s hand, Red Luan turned around and slightly touched her face, only to find a deep gash in her face and blood flowing from it.
She looked up in anger, but Han Qianqian didn’t even stop for a moment, let alone turn around.
It was as if she was a fly in the ointment, a mere slap of someone’s hand and she would fly out of the room without any effect.
The anger of being scorned, combined with the shock in her heart, was a true reflection of everything that was going on in Hong Luan’s psyche at that moment.
She was resigned to being abused in this way, but was afraid that if she rushed to strike again, it would only lead to even worse consequences.
When she looked back at the Ghostly Dignitary, his fists were clenched, and it was clear that he too was furious.
However, he did not say anything more after all, and Hong Luan also chose to cover her wounds slightly to show that she was injured and unable to fight.
Walking out of the golden inner room, the two female attendants did not say anything more and retreated straight into the room in a panic, followed by closing the heavy door, gently, behind them.
With a loud bang, the door closed and the world outside suddenly fell into a dead silence.
A smile appeared on the corner of Han Qianqian’s mouth and he shook his head helplessly as he got up and took a few steps to walk to the long road outside the house.
It seemed that he was waiting for something.
“Gentlemen, it’s getting late, and it’s almost dark, so there’s no point in hiding any longer.” Han Qianqian spoke softly, and the long sword transformed into a small black stick in his hand was also gently lifted by him.
When he fought with Red Luan just now, Han Qianqian obviously did not use his true energy, but simply used the little black stick to defend and attack.
It was better to retain his own strength, while it was also better able to deliver a fatal blow.
Fighting with these people, it was clearly the best option.
And almost at the same time, various slight rattling sounds came from the surroundings of the ancient house, followed by a figure slowly coming out from the shadows in all directions.
Immediately afterwards, more and more and more ……
After a dozen seconds or so, with Furuya and Han Qianqian as the centre, the surrounding area was almost filled with a dense crowd of people.
These people are all strange looking, but like the bear people and pig people, they are all as strong as oxen and almost several times the size of Han Qianqian.
Almost all of them were armed and very tough, and they were not to be trifled with at first glance.
Han Qianqian raised his eyes slightly and looked around him, shaking his head helplessly and smiling bitterly, “They really think highly of me.”
There were a thousand people around, and even Han Qianqian in his prime would have frowned, not to mention the current Han Qianqian. After all, this group of people was not a good master in terms of size or strength, and with such numbers, they naturally looked terrifying.
However, this was to be expected by Han Qianqian.
If this place really didn’t have some ability, how could it be that so many people who tried to pa*s through here would end up remaining dead, leaving only bones and unjust souls?
“The surname Han.”
And at almost the same time, on the roof of the old house, at some point, the Ghostly Djinn was already standing there, he looked down at Han Qianqian in a cold voice.
“This is the last time I ask you, heaven or hell, have you really made your choice?”
“Heaven? Hell? Who decides?” Han Qianqian smiled, then slightly lifted the sword and gently slid it along his hand, blood immediately slid down the wound, a little bit on the sword, Han Qianqian coldly raised his eyes ……
The meaning is more than obvious ……