"What?!"

Zhu Yanshuo wiped his eyes, almost unable to believe what he saw was the fact.

But the crisp sound of the bang was particularly loud, and it almost didn't make people doubt its authenticity. Especially at this time, Ye Shijun was still using the action of touching his face to prove that this fact had just happened.

"How did he do it?" Zhu Yanshuo frowned and couldn't understand it for a moment.

It was obvious that Han Sanqian had no time to face the second wave of attacks from the cavalry that suddenly rushed out. Between barely resisting and rushing, he was already the limit of his limit. He... how could he still have room and room to fight back and attack and slap Ye Shijun?

"Is this still a human?"

"He is a human." Ming Yu smiled bitterly, "But who stipulates that people will be worse than gods?"

"Oh my god." Zhu Yanshuo couldn't help but shake his head.

Zhu Yanshuo didn't know whether the slap was heavy or not, but Zhu Yanshuo understood the psychological harm it caused more than anyone else, and it was almost tons.

"This guy Han Sanqian is really like the black sea in the demon clan, unfathomable." Zhu Yanshuo shook his head.

"For a mere city, 400,000 troops were dispatched. Do you really think that everyone can enjoy this kind of treatment?" Ming Yu sneered and looked at Han Sanqian: "It was said that it was for the city to fall, but in fact, it was more for him, Han Sanqian."

"It seems that Mr. Ye is obviously pretending to be too big again this time." Zhu Yanshuo sighed.

"Who is not easy to mess with? You want to mess with the damn Han Sanqian. Can we stop him by asking for ravages by himself?" Ming Yu said coldly: "A dignified young master should be the best of Wan Zun, but he lost all his face in front of Han Sanqian again and again. His prestige has long been squandered and has been squandered."

"It's your own fault!"

Mingyu's words fell, and the black air was accompanied by the sound of banging, and another bang sounded again.

Ye Shijun originally touched the hand on his right face, and subconsciously touched the left side. It hurt, and his face was even more spicy.

But...but what's so bad, he had already slapped twice, but he couldn't see who hit him.

Ningyue is in a trap, and it is obviously unlikely to take action. Han Sanqian is surrounded by iron cavalry, so it seems unlikely that he can beat him.

Then...who could it be?!

"Hey!"

Just as he was stunned, he suddenly heard a shout, and behind him, a black shadow flashed to the right.

He subconsciously looked to the left.

"Bang!"

Another crisp sound!

He felt the face on his right hurt.

"Hey!"

Come again on the right!

Bang!

The face on the left suddenly felt a stinging pain!

"Hey!"

"Bang!"

"Hey!"

"Bang"

Hey sounds and snaps began to come one after another, and the entire scene seemed to have entered a concert in the next ten seconds, with a constant rhythm.

But for the client Ye Shijun, he had no enjoyment of a concert at all, and he just wanted to cry.

He was like a frightened bird, not knowing what to do, and his face was filled with confusion and helplessness.

After experiencing several losses, he actually understood that as long as he listened to him, he would definitely be slapped. However, the feeling of oppression made his body uncontrollable and he couldn't help but move.

Even now, not to mention hearing hey, even if he can’t hear it, his head keeps shaking from side to side.

"Hey, Ye Shijun."

Suddenly, a sound different from the previous one appeared, causing Ye Shijun's crazy shaking to stop at this time. He shook his head with difficulty. He seemed to see Han Sanqian standing in front of him in his blurred vision, but when he shook his head and opened his eyes, he suddenly realized that there was nothing in front of him.

"Who, who is calling me, who is calling me?" Ye Shijun looked dazed and roared in panic.

His face had already swollen and blood-red, and he seemed to be holding a pig's head.

"Your grandpa, I'm calling you." Han Sanqian's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, smiled slightly at him, and then raised his right hand slightly.

Ye Shijun subconsciously hugged his head and avoided it, but when he saw that there was no response, he raised his eyes slightly, but saw that the hand was not about to slap him, but just waved his hand slightly to him.

What?!

Ye Shijun was a little confused and didn't reflect it at all.

But the next second, he understood...
Chapter completed!