Reborn in Another World: A Husband from Heaven

No one believed that Han Shaoqing would do anything weird in public, so they did not stop him.

Han Shaoqing just found it ridiculous.

Ridiculous.

"You guys! How pathetic!" Although this sentence was not said loudly, anyone with ears heard it. Some people, who no longer knew the value of gold inlaid with jade, started to laugh at it, some were angry, and some began to take Han Shaoqing's previous words seriously.

But if you miss it, you miss it. This sentence is never said casually. If you think about it carefully, it is not used to ridicule. It is used to summarize.

Just like now.

They missed the opportunity to stop Han Shaoqing from getting closer, and even more missed the secret hidden inside.

Even if they can't find them, they can still control Han Shaoqing and the others.

But at this moment, something strange happened.

At this critical moment, a strange fire suddenly rushed out from the sea of ​​fire and disappeared into Han Shaoqing's body.

The ancestor of the Han family, after years of practice, is no pushover.

When the strange vision occurred, he realized that something was wrong.

Then the strange fire burst out, forcing him to suppress it for a moment, but in just this short moment, he completely lost the initiative.

After knowing that he couldn't keep them, he attacked without hesitation. His purpose was to show his determination to keep Han Shaoqing even if he was seriously injured.

After all, only by keeping Han Shaoqing would he have the chance to know the secret.

At the same time, he instantly teleported to Han Shaoqing and the others, but he was still one step too late in the end.

He left no one behind, not even the seriously injured. He only managed to grab half of the paintings.

All they could do was watch them disappear completely from everyone's sight.

Everyone was already stunned by this sudden strange sight.

Xiao Qiang, who arrived a step late, happened to see the painting in the hands of the ancestor. She immediately pointed at the nose of the Han family ancestor and said sarcastically, "Okay! I was just wondering who sneaked into my room. I suspected it was the bastard Han Shaoqing, but I didn't expect it to be you, an old man."

As for her usual dignified and graceful demeanor, she had been exhausted by Han Shaotian's torture and now she couldn't pick it up at all.

These words successfully made everyone who had just come back to their senses fall into shock again.

Han Chengze now wants to die.

The ancestor of the Han family had just been ridiculed by someone not long ago, and now he was being scolded by a woman. Because of the loss he had just suffered, all kinds of emotions piled up together, and all his anger was instantly directed at Xiao Qiang.

The ancestor of the Han family slapped Xiao Qiang on the face one by one from a distance. She wanted to scream and call for help, but the speed at which the slaps were slapped on her face did not give her the chance to open her mouth for help.

The loud sound of applause echoed in the silent space.

Everyone watched in stunned silence until they saw blood oozing from the corners of Xiao Qiang's mouth and her face swollen like a pig's head, and only then did the Han family's ancestor stop.

He announced in a deep voice: "Kick her out of the Han family."

These words calmed Xiao Qiang's heart. She wanted to ask why, but because of the slap just now, it was difficult for her to speak, so she could only look for Han Chengze in the crowd.

Han Chengze was also easy to find. When Xiao Qiang saw Han Chengze, she expected Han Chengze to ask for an explanation for her.

Han Chengze didn't even look at Xiao Qiang, and now he didn't dare to say a word. Hearing this, he only replied respectfully: "Yes, Ancestor."

When Xiao Qiang heard Han Chengze's words, she instantly collapsed to the ground, her mind going blank.

After the Han family ancestor gave the order, he looked at the painting in his hand, remembered the phenomenon that the painting was split into two, and asked: "You said you lost a painting, and she said this painting was hers, what's going on?"

Even if Han Chengze had a hundred mouths, he couldn't explain what was going on. He could only make a bitter face and bend his waist a little more: "Grandmaster, I really don't know." After that, he didn't hear the voice of pardon, so he could only bite the bullet and continue: "This painting... This painting was originally taken from my deceased wife. I always thought that the painting I lost was complete, but I didn't expect it to be not."

Having said that, what else is there that you don’t understand?

It's just a couple, each of them taking half.

And all these years, they didn't notice anything, and Han Shaoqing got such a good opportunity.

The more he thought about it, the angrier the Han family ancestor became.

"Okay, okay, okay, you and your wife are doing very well!" The ancestor of the Han family left these words and disappeared.

He now urgently needs to study whether the remaining paintings can still be used.

As for Han Shaoqing, when he left, he still suffered a strong attack from the ancestor of the Han family.

And the painting was split into two again because of the two people.

As soon as they appeared in a strange place, Han Shaoqing knelt on the ground and spat out blood.

Xing Yun was shocked, and asked with self-blame and worry, "Brother Shaoqing, you are injured."

After Han Shaoqing spat out the blood, his lungs no longer felt burning, and he replied in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, don't worry. We are not familiar with this place, you guys explore first, I will adjust my breathing first."

"Okay." Seeing Xing Yun agreed, Han Shaoqing sat cross-legged and meditated to regulate the disordered breath inside.

Although Xing Yun agreed, he turned around and started to act cute to the remnant soul: "Master, the important task of this investigation is now handed over to you. I believe that with your ability and knowledge, you will definitely be able to do it easily. After all, Brother Shaoqing can't leave anyone here."

Upon hearing this, the remnant soul just snorted coldly and left.

Xing Yun stood not far away, keeping watch on the surroundings.

He would keep a close eye on any slight movement, but his feet would not move.

I’m afraid that I’ll fall into someone else’s trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain.

Time passed minute by minute, and Xing Yun didn't seem tired.

On the other side, a little boy ran to the lobby anxiously, panting and saying, "Oh no, Master, oh no."

We are currently in the meeting hall.

Everyone looked over in surprise and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong? Is Manchu calling again?"

"No, no." The little boy waved his hands to deny it.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that it was not the case.

"Why are you so anxious? What happened?" asked the boy's master.

After the little boy caught his breath, he ignored the people present and shouted, "Master, the fruit that grew from your bloodline fruit tree many years ago has just fluctuated."

This news is no less important than the questions that everyone has asked and worried about before.

Now, everyone turned their eyes to the person in the main seat, waiting for his reaction.

It's not just the superiors who have been here for too long and have to face the gazes of everyone.

While the person in the main seat accepted it calmly, he was actually thinking: It appeared.

Twenty years ago, while fighting a demonic plant, he inhaled a large amount of aphrodisiac incense, and then he had a night with someone in a daze.

But afterwards, the man disappeared.

For a time he even thought he was imagining it.

Until one day, when a small thing related to his blood grew on his bloodline fruit tree, he had a vague feeling that that night was real.

It's not a fantasy.