Urban Dreams Come True System

Chapter 633, Wizard

Mr. Qian asked first: "I said, Hanzi Zhao, did you make any mistakes in the information you provided? Why didn't you hear anything?"

Han: "Lord Qian Zong, I guarantee with my own head that this news is absolutely true."

Mr. Qian looked sideways at Zhenyuanren, and said in a contemptuous tone: "Your head is worth a lot of money, and you can't get back a beast. You have to know that your every move is related to the lives of your family."

Han: "Yes, yes, I dare not deceive you. They are indeed passing by this road today. As long as you pass this small road in front of you, it is a good place to ambush them."

A deputy who followed Mr. Qian threatened the Han people: "Hey, if you have a slight disagreement, I will cut you and your family like a watermelon."

When Deputy Qian was speaking, he made a downward movement, which was very arrogant. The guide who was kidnapped was so frightened that he was sweating. Deputy Qian laughed loudly, as did the demon-wielding soldiers below. Laughed wildly.

Boss Qian knew that the guide was pretty much frightened, and if he continued to play with them, he would probably be ruined, so he stopped a group of his subordinates: "Okay, everyone, stop scaring him, if you keep scaring him, he will probably pee his crotch Now, I don't want to carry a chamber pot with me and be so angry."

The assistant laughed and said, "Wouldn't it be very convenient to carry a mobile hut with you?"

Mr. Qian said unhappily: "It's convenient for your size, you can bring one for a try."

All the subordinates stopped in moderation and said: "Understood, my lord." Then there was another burst of laughter.

Zhao Hanzi held back his anger and remembered the scene before he left

Before setting off, Zhao Hanzi's mother said to him: "Son, these demon-wielding people are all devils. They don't treat us as human beings. Your wife is a poor child and a good woman. It's a pity that she was born It was the wrong era that led to a tragic death. Therefore, no matter what they say, don’t believe what the Yaozu people say, don’t believe any promises they made, as long as you have a chance, you have to find a way to escape, don’t worry about us , Anyway, we are still living, and we are living, remember, you must escape alive, so that we will have the sustenance of living."

Zhao Hanzi fell to his knees and cried, "Mother, I'm sorry for not being able to protect you well."

Mother Zhao: "Son, it's not your fault. Don't cry. In this cruel society, a man must be strong enough to survive."

Zhao Hanzi: "Mother"

Mother Zhao: "Children"

The two hugged and cried together.

There was a urging voice outside the tent: "Zhao Hanzi, get out, it's time to go."

Then two monster soldiers with knives rushed in, set up Zhao Hanzi from left to right, and dragged him out of the tent.

One of the Yaozu soldiers pulled his clothes quietly. When Zhao Hanzi turned his head to look, he found a note in the hands of the Yaozu soldier with the words "Lead the Yaozu soldiers to Wuling Mountain." Daxigu, someone will respond."

It was only then that Zhao Hanzi was surprised to find that this person was a monster-wielding soldier disguised as a true-yuan man, because the monster-wielding soldier was not wearing the animal skin shoes commonly used by monsters, but ordinary real-yuan people. Naboo shoes.

Zhao Hanzi's memory was awakened by a horse cry.

Here Mr. Qian pulled the rein of the horse, wanting to speed up, but the horse was frightened, and the horse raised its head stubbornly, just in time to see two golden lights rushing towards the sky, the horse screamed in fright, and then panicked Taking a step back, he raised his hind hoof and kicked the lower part of the deputy who was following him.

The deputy was kicked up with a scream.

When Mr. Qian’s deputy was kicked away by the horse’s hoof, he grabbed something indiscriminately and barely fell into the cliff. Before he could recover, he realized that what he was holding was the trousers of a soldier behind him. .

At this time, the soldier's trousers were caught by the deputy and fell down. It was so embarrassing that the soldier held his horse's tail tightly so as not to fall off the cliff.

Things seemed to have a glimmer of hope. Fortunately, the kicked-off Deputy Chief Qian of the Demon-wielding Clan was secretly happy, but sometimes, if he was too happy, it would be even more tragic.

Just when the deputy climbed up two steps with the pull of the soldier's trousers, and felt a little lucky inwardly, there was only a thud and the sound of the cloth being torn, and Mr. Qian just stretched out the hand that wanted to grab him, but it was in vain. , The deputy's hiss sounded from the bottom of the valley, and the horrifying screams made the rest of the Yaozu soldiers terrified.

Mr. Qian angrily pulled out his saber, put it on the neck of the local guide, and said viciously: "Did you deliberately design this road to harm us? Business travelers will never pass through such a narrow road."

The kidnapped guide thought that he would die, and he must not let these beasts harm innocent people everywhere, so he pretended to be calm and said: "My lord, the moment your knife falls, you will regret it."

Mr. Qian: "Why? You must give me a reasonable explanation, and you can't let my subordinates die in vain."

Han people: "The most terrifying thing in the world today is not hardships and obstacles, but bandits who may kill people at any time. The lives they kill are more than a hundred times and a thousand times more than these natural dangers. Let me ask, in today's situation, how can they still kill people?" There is a safer road than this one, my lord, and you will know how true my words are when you see snowflakes of silver lying in front of you."

"Report" a spy came back, "I found a group of business travelers not far ahead."

When he heard the spies say the word business travel, Zhao Hanzi's brain was stunned, and he thought, "Oops, how could there really be business travel, no, is it a trick they pretended to lure the enemy?"

When Mr. Qian heard the news, he immediately let go of Zhao Hanzi's collar, put away his anger, turned his anger into joy, and put his companion's death behind him, sheathed his knife, and asked the spy, "How many people are there? "

Spy: "A total of twenty people, only a few of them were armed."

Mr. Qian was even more delighted: "Vulnerable, how much goods did the other party bring?"

Spy: "According to my subordinate's survey, the opponent's ruts and horseshoe marks are relatively deep, and they should have brought a lot of goods."

Mr. Qian smiled happily: "Sure enough, it's a fat sheep. It's very good. It's just when I'm short on the Yaozu treasury. This time I come back with a full load. Your Majesty will definitely look at me differently."

A soldier complimented: "Your Excellency is loyal and dedicated to maintaining the great cause of the Yaozu for us. Your Majesty will definitely reward you for your merits."

This is the truth. In the Yao clan, the competition is not about who is more cunning or flattering. What they pay attention to is practicality. Whoever has made a great contribution to the clan is the most qualified to be promoted.

This is also an important reason why the current morale of the demon-holding clan is higher than that of the Zhenyuan people.

(End of this chapter)