As Han Sanqian stood up, Ye Shijun and Futian on the ground unconsciously kowtowed their heads more often, fearing that Han Sanqian was in the mood of paying homage to his brother at this time, and if something went wrong, he would
Take it out on them.
At this time, the two of them don't care about their identity, status, or age. In other words, they don't even have the fucking face now, so what else do they care about?
The other elite soldiers also stood up with Han Sanqian, and each took a few steps back.
They were still frightened by Han Sanqian, the "killer" butcher, but their retreat at this time was not just out of fear, but also out of respect.
Everyone respects people who are loyal, let alone someone like Han Sanqian who treats his subordinates as brothers.
At least, this is the "Ming Lord" they most look forward to meeting.
Han Sanqian glanced over, like an eagle eye looking for prey. When he locked his gaze on Zhu Yanshuo, Zhu Yanshuo was so frightened that he was stunned on the spot: "What's wrong? Do you need someone to urge you now?"
"Are you testing my patience again?"
Han Sanqian's words frightened Zhu Yanshuo until he turned pale. He didn't know what extraordinary things this lunatic would do if he went crazy.
In a blink of an eye, he glanced at Zhu Yan'er and motioned for her to come to him.
Zhu Yaner didn't know what her brother was going to do at this time, so she shook her head in a panic and wanted to refuse.
Her heart was filled with despair, and tears continued to fall down her beautiful cheeks. The man she wanted to help was beaten to the ground. Not only did she not feel proud as she imagined, but she was now being manipulated and humiliated like a dog.
This made her face uneasy. The expectations and love she had in her heart were crushed away.
This made her desperate, but what was even more desperate was that she was about to lose her beautiful face and return to her original ugly state where even she despised herself.
"A person's beauty and ugliness are given by his parents and may not be reversed, but the human heart is his own, and his ugliness and beauty can be controlled by himself. No matter how beautiful a person's skin is, if his heart is dark, it is just a shell.
That's all." Han Sanqian glanced at her coldly, and then he focused on Zhu Yanshuo.
"The Zhu family has a unique art of exchange. I need to borrow it from the ruined temple for a while."
After finishing speaking, Zhu Yanshuo turned his face to one side, unable to bear to look at his sister. Then, with a wave of his hand, he asked several followers to escort his sister slowly towards the ruined temple.
Han Sanqian also nodded to Qingji and motioned for her to take Xia Wei into the house.
As soon as he reached the door, Han Sanqian said: "Wait a minute."
A trace of hope suddenly flashed through Zhu Yan'er's heart, and she turned back to look at Han Sanqian eagerly. She still had the arrogance and complacency she had before.
"You have been using drugs to keep my friend's body in a weak state. You'd better have some magic elixir to help her recover quickly. Otherwise, if you come back with a different face, your sister will look like her." After saying this, Han
Sanqian moved his eyes elsewhere, not looking at the Zhu brothers and sisters at all.
He is the city lord who should fall into the city, and there is the largest underground black market here to conduct all kinds of transactions. Naturally, he is indispensable for the good things of the city lord. Han Sanqian can say such things, naturally he already knows this, Zhu Yanshuo has no choice.
It is an unchangeable fact that her sister has turned ugly again, and there is not much that his brother can do now to ensure her personal safety.
After all, Han Sanqian is so cruel. Although he keeps saying that he wants to make his sister look like Xia Wei, Xia Wei is in a coma at this time. Who knows what Han Sanqian will do.
Cruel hand.
Maybe, if he doesn't handle it properly, his sister may even lose her life.
Therefore, even though the cost was extremely high, Zhu Yanshuo was determined to keep his sister safe.
As the group of people entered the temple one after another, Ye Shijun and Futian finally breathed a sigh of relief. After they stopped kowtowing, they sat there reclining like two tired pugs.
In the temple, when Zhu Yanshuo and his party entered, just for a moment, the golden light in the room began to shine brightly. After maintaining it for several minutes, the golden light in the room began to dissipate.
After a few more minutes, a group of people slowly walked out...
