With the sword at his throat, the man didn't dare to move even if he wanted to, because he knew exactly what he would face if he moved.
However, what made Han Sanqian feel strange was that he seemed to know what he was asking, but he seemed to not understand the meaning of his words at all. He just looked at him strangely, and hesitated for a while.
"I don't have a lot of patience. Don't challenge my patience." Han Sanqian continued.
Hearing this, he still looked confused, but seeing Han Sanqian's livid face, he still understood that something seemed wrong. Thinking of this, he opened his mouth.
But when he opened his mouth, his words were very strange. Han Sanqian tried hard for a long time, but he couldn't understand what he was talking about.
"~!!##·!#*(" he continued, even gesticulating.
Unfortunately, Han Sanqian still didn't understand what he meant. However, based on his reaction when he asked him just now, Han Sanqian suddenly realized a problem.
That is, maybe he can't understand what he's saying either.
"Can you understand what I'm saying? If you can, you nod, and if not, you shake your head." Han Sanqian said.
He didn't speak, but looked at Han Sanqian blankly, without even the slightest movement of his head.
Sure enough!
However, this is too strange. Judging from his appearance, although he is not from the Central Plains, he should be a member of the demon clan. If this is the case, then he should not have any problems communicating with me.
.
After all, Han Sanqian has always had normal interactions with people from the demon clan.
unless……
Unless these people belong to a certain minority tribe and speak a minority language, there will be communication barriers with them.
Thinking of this, Han Sanqian paid more attention to this person's clothes.
Because the two of them were very close, Han Sanqian could still clearly see what he was wearing at this time, even with the mist lingering.
You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.
Although his clothes looked very simple on the surface, no different from what ordinary people wore, Han Sanqian still discovered a very strange mark on his chest.
Han Sanqian was sure that he had never seen this mark before, but he always felt like he had seen it before.
But why do you feel this way?
Almost as soon as Han Sanqian was stunned, the man broke free from Han Sanqian's control and disappeared in a flash.
Only a piece of chicken feathers was left for Han Sanqian.
"Damn!" Han Sanqian cursed in a depressed voice, and he was careless and actually let him run away.
However, if he ran away, he would run away. For Han Sanqian, there was actually no point in keeping him. Anyway, he had almost no way to communicate with him.
Sighing, Han Sanqian was not discouraged. He had bumped into several people in the fog before.
If a person cannot communicate with himself, there must be someone who understands some common language.
Thinking of this, Han Sanqian directly moved his energy and looked for the next figure.
With the experience of the first time, the second and third times will be easy to drive.
Han Sanqian soon discovered another pair of legs and another person in the misty shadow. At first, the first one didn't know how to use his true power to block a person. Now with the blessing of Taixu Divine Steps, it is even more difficult to capture him.
More words.
However, almost the same situation as the first person happened again.
He is also very afraid of himself. When he sees himself, he seems to have seen a ghost. He wants to run away in a hurry. When he is entangled by himself, he quickly fights back.
But no matter what, the result was always the same. Not long after he struggled again, he was finally defeated at the hands of Han Sanqian.
With the experience of being escaped last time, Han Sanqian was under strict supervision this time and did not give the other party the slightest chance.
Not only is a sword directly placed on the opponent's neck, but at the same time, a hand is stuck on his shoulder. You can run past the first grade of junior high school, but you can't run past the fifteenth grade, right?!
"Who are you?" Han Sanqian asked coldly.
Although Han Sanqian was mentally prepared, what he never expected was that when the familiar but completely incomprehensible language sounded again, he still felt as if he had hit a thick wall.
Hold!!
"I don't care whether you understand or not, even if you draw a picture, you must draw it for me." After saying this, Han Sanqian looked at him coldly.
Another thing that shocked Han Sanqian happened...
