Hearing this, Fang Kun's face was filled with disdain. In his eyes, wasn't the identity of Han Sanqian mentioned by Pangolin the same as saying that he was Han Sanqian?
He had already known this identity in the Central Plains region.
Han Sanqian's name is indeed quite useful in the Central Plains region, but here, in his desert city, does Han Sanqian's name count as nothing?
Especially today, Fang Kun has been blessed with many happy events. Not to mention one Han Sanqian, even ten Han Sanqian, Fang Kun will not take it seriously at all.
"Just him? Is he worthy of being the Ice God?" Fang Kun sneered disdainfully.
"My subordinates are just being cautious. After all, if he is really a true god, we...we can't afford to offend him," the male guard said.
After all, the Ice God is the God of Honor in the desert world, and his status in their minds is even greater than the image of the True God in the Central Plains.
Because the Desert Realm needs to rely on the Ice God in real life, the status gap between the two is naturally obvious.
Fang Kun chuckled, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, I know that kid inside and out. If he is the Ice God, I will fucking show you."
The male guard lowered his head slightly: "I understand, little one."
"Go and prepare the instruments of torture, and wait until this young master is free to have some fun with that boy." Fang Kun sneered.
The male guard nodded and quickly turned around and went about his business as instructed.
After dismissing the male guard, Fang Kun was in a good mood. He raised his glass with one hand and said to the people around him: "Okay, the matter has been settled. Everyone, I have important things to do, so I won't bother you anymore. Eat and drink well."
good."
After finishing speaking, he picked up the wine glass and bowed it in all directions. After Fang Kun raised his head and drank, he helped the eighth woman up and quickly went about his business with a few maids.
Seeing Mr. Fang Kun being so close to her, the 8-year-old woman who slandered Quanren not only did not feel the slightest guilt, but instead triumphantly winked at the other 8-year-old women around her, declaring her victory.
"Did you see that? Master Fang not only supported me, but also helped me. Huh, I said it, if I were ten years younger, I would be so obsessed with him. He is really not bragging. He, but I am the one in the bag.
That's all." The old lady laughed.
The women next to me looked at me, and I looked at you, with disgust and envy in their eyes.
People around her secretly gave advice to the eighth wife, while others secretly lamented the young master of the Fang family for his brilliance and prowess, and talked about how great it would be if a daughter could marry such a man.
At this time, Han Sanqian on the other side was already pressed by several male guards on the way to the Tianlao.
The Tianlao is located on the far left side of the front hall. After passing by a large hall called Onmyoji, there is a deep path winding about 100 meters further in. There is a large cell inside, where the pangolins were imprisoned.
After that, enter an extremely hidden catwalk until the end, which is the entrance to the heavenly prison.
And this is also where Han Sanqian was imprisoned.
The entrance to the Tianlao is actually just a bunker-like protrusion on the ground. A stone dozens of meters thick is its main door. Next to the main door, two fierce stone beasts split on both sides.
The two male guards each took a key about the size of a fist and put it into the mouths of the two fierce stone beasts. The stone door slowly opened with a huge roar.
Almost as soon as the door opened, a nauseating stench suddenly came from the inside, and occasionally it seemed that some miserable screams could be heard inside.
If it were an ordinary person, his legs and feet would have been weak from fear as soon as he saw this, but Han Sanqian's face remained calm.
"You are really crazy. This place always has people entering the place alive and leaving the dead." The two male guards beside Han Sanqian snorted coldly: "Take them in."
Han Sanqian smiled and said nothing, slowly took a step forward, and followed several male guards into the prison.
As several people entered, the stone door behind them slowly closed. It seemed that because of the lack of ventilation, the stench in the entire space became more intense. Several male guards covered their noses and mouths with their hands on the spot, showing evil looks on their faces.
The dungeon is dark and damp. As you walk inside, you can vaguely hear the sound of the iron chains in the cell, coming from the end of the corridor.
The male guard stopped, opened a door casually, and shouted coldly: "Go in."
Although three thousand people from Han Dynasty entered, their eyes remained silently turned towards the end of the corridor.
Although the dungeon is dark, through the faint light, Han Sanqian can still see on the wall at the end of the corridor...
