“What?!”
Zhu Yanshuo wiped his eyes, almost finding it hard to believe that what he saw before him was the truth.
But the crunching sound of the snap was particularly loud, hardly leaving anyone in doubt about its authenticity. Especially, at this moment, Ye Shijun was still using the action of touching his face to prove that this fact had just really happened.
“How did he do that?” Zhu Yanshuo’s brow furrowed widely, and for a moment it was difficult to understand.
It was clear that he, Han Qianqian, was already too late to face the second wave of iron cavalry attacks that suddenly rushed out, barely able to resist and in his haste he was able to ensure that he left in peace was already the limit of the limit, how could he …… still have the gap and openings to be able to counter defense into attack and give Ye Shijun a slap?
“Is this still a human being?”
“He is human.” Hei Yu laughed bitterly, “But who rules that a man is inferior to a god?”
“My God.” Zhu Yanshuo could not help but shake his head.
This slap, whether it was heavy or not, Zhu Yanshuo didn’t know, but the psychological damage it caused Zhu Yanshuo understood better than anyone, it had almost become a ton.
“This guy, Han Qianqian, is really like the black sea in the demon race, unfathomable.” Zhu Yanshuo shook his head.
“To send out 400,000 troops for a mere city, do you really think that everyone can enjoy this?” Hei Yu sneered and looked at Han Qianqian, “It says it’s for Cailuo City, but in fact, it’s more for him, Han Qianqian.”
“Then it seems that Duke Ye has obviously played it big again this time.” Zhu Yanshuo sighed and said.
“Who is not good enough to mess with, to mess with that D*mn Han Qianqian, he is looking for ravaging himself, can we stop it?” Hei Yu said in a cold voice, “A prince, who should be respected by all, has lost face in front of Han Qianqian time and again, his prestige has long been squandered again and again.”
“Blame it on yourself!”
As Hei Yu’s words fell, beyond the black air, along with the snapping sound just ended, another snapping sound rang out again.
Ye Shijun originally touched the right hand of the face, subconsciously touched the left side to come, pain, drilling pain, face is more spicy whistling.
But …… but the bullsh*t is, he has been slapped twice in a row, but it is hard to see who actually hit him.
The other side of the coin is in the midst of a war, so it’s obviously unlikely that they’ll be able to pull out their hands, and the other side of the coin is surrounded by iron riders, so it seems unlikely that they’ll be able to hit themselves either.
So …… then who could it be?!
“Hey!”
Just as he was dazed, he suddenly heard a shout, followed by a black shadow suddenly flashing to his right.
He subconsciously glanced to his left.
“Pop!”
There was another crunching sound!
He felt a burning pain on the right side of his face.
“Hey!”
Right again!
Snap!
A stinging pain on the left side of his face!
“Hey!”
“Pop!”
“Hey!”
“Pop!”
The sounds of hey and pop started to rise and fall, and the whole scene was like a concert for the next ten seconds or so, with a constant rhythm.
For Ye Shijun, however, he did not enjoy the concert at all, he only wanted to cry.
He was like a frightened bird, not knowing what to do, and his face was full of uncertainty and helplessness.
After several defeats, he knew that he would be slapped as soon as he listened to the hey and moved. However, the feeling of oppression made his body move uncontrollably.
So much so that now, even when he couldn’t hear it, his head kept shaking wildly from side to side, not to mention hearing it.
“Hey, Ye Shijun.”
Suddenly, a voice different from the previous one appeared, causing Ye Shijun’s wild shaking to stop at that moment. He shook his head with difficulty, and in his somewhat blurred vision he seemed to see Han Qianqian standing in front of him, but when he shook his head again and opened his eyes, he suddenly found nothing in front of him.
“Who, who is shouting at me, who is shouting at me?” Ye Shijun was in a trance, panicking and growling angrily.
His face had long since become puffy and bloodshot, living like he was topped with a pig’s head.
“I’m shouting at you, your grandfather.” Han Qianqian’s figure suddenly appeared in front of him, smiling faintly at him, followed by a slight lift of his right hand.
Ye Shijun subconsciously held his head and ducked, but when he saw that there was no reaction, he raised his eyes slightly, only to see that the hand was not meant to slap him but only to make a faint gesture of goodbye to him.
What?
Ye Shijun’s brain was in a state of shock, and he didn’t reflect it at all.
But in the next second, he understood ……