"Only children make choices." Han Sanqian smiled slightly: "Put away your broken choices, I have no interest in what you want."

After saying that, Han Sanqian was not polite at all, turned around and walked out of the house.

The ghost's face was ashen and his body was lingering in black due to anger.

He was already polite and polite, and even took the initiative to sit at the same table with him for the first time. He even sent eleven best beauties in his city, but this guy...

So unappreciated!

Seeing this, Hongluan immediately turned into a red light and rushed towards Han Sanqian.

How could Han Sanqian not know about such an attack?

But this guy didn't even bring back his body, almost the moment she rushed up.

boom……

A light shield directly blocked Han Sanqian. While blocking Hongluan directly, the light shield suddenly changed and turned into a light sword and quickly attacked Hongluan.

brush!

When the sword passed, Hongluan also turned sideways, but as the sword returned to Han Sanqian's hand, Hongluan turned around and touched her face slightly, but was shocked to find that there was a deep valley on her face and blood was flowing.

She suddenly raised her head angrily, and Han Sanqian didn't even stop his steps for a moment.

She was like a fly when she was guarding against Buddha. She flew out with just a casual blow to her, without any effect at all.

The contemptuous anger, coupled with the inner shock, is a true portrayal of all Hongluan's psychology at this time.

She was not willing to be abused like this, but she was afraid that she would take action again and would only lead to even worse consequences.

Looking back at the Ghost Lord, but the Ghost Lord was already clenching his fists. Obviously, he was also very angry at this time.

However, he didn't say much after all, and Hongluan chose to cover his wounds slightly to show that he was injured and unable to fight.

Walking out of the golden inner room, the two maids didn't say much, and hurriedly retreated into the room, then gently closed the heavy door.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the door closed, and the outside world suddenly fell into a deadly silence.

Han Sanqian smiled at the corner of his mouth, shook his head helplessly, stood up and walked a few steps outside the house, and then he stopped and did not walk again.

It seems, waiting for something.

"Everyone, it's getting late and it's almost dark. It's meaningless to hide it." Han Sanqian finished speaking softly, and the long sword transformed from the small black stick in his hand was gently lifted up by him.

Just now, Han Sanqian did not use real ability, but simply used a small black stick to defend and attack.

It not only retains its own strength, but also performs a fatal blow better.

Fighting with these people is obviously the best choice.

“Wow…”

"clatter……"

"Let's..."

Almost at the same time, various slight noises came from around the ancient house, and then a figure slowly walked out from the darkness in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, more and more...

Until more than ten seconds later, with Guwu and Han Sanqian as the center, there were almost dense crowds of people around.

These people all look weird, but like the bears, pigs and men, they are as strong as cows, and their bodies are almost several times that of Han Sanqian.

Almost all of these guys are holding weapons, very strong, and they are not easy to mess with at first glance.

Han Sanqian raised his eyes slightly, looked around, shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "I can really look at me."

There are a thousand people around. Not to mention Han Sanqian now, even Han Sanqian at his heyday could not help but frown. After all, these people are not good masters in their size or strength, so they naturally seem extremely terrifying under such a number.

However, this was also expected by Han Sanqian.

If this place really doesn't have some skills, how could so many people who try to pass through it eventually remain dead, leaving only corpses and unjust souls?

"The surname is Han."

Almost at the same time, on the roof of the ancient house, the Ghost Lord was already standing there. He looked down at Han Sanqian in a cold voice.

"This is the last time I asked you, heaven or hell, have you really made your own choice?"

"Heaven? Hell? Who is the one who insisted?" Han Sanqian smiled, then raised the sword slightly, slid gently along the hand, and blood immediately slid down the wound, and little by little on the sword body. Han Sanqian raised his eyes coldly...
Chapter completed!