Being of the same kind, he has innate empathy. When Zhao Fan saw the miserable situation of the human race in Yuling Country, no matter how good his mood was, he would inevitably become angry.
However, Zhao Fan quickly calmed down. He knew that changing the status of the human race could not be achieved overnight or by controlling a Yuling Kingdom. After all, the reason why the human race is inferior is because it cannot be compared with many advanced races.
Anyone with any advantage, even if they are of the same level, is not an opponent.
In fact, in the underworld, in addition to the human race, there are many similar inferior races, and they are basically all at a natural disadvantage.
Zhao Fan sighed inwardly, and then located a middle-aged man dressed in rich and noble clothing among the crowd on the street. Judging from his features, he belonged to the bat-human race.
Zhao Fan approached quietly, stretched out his hand, and touched a brocade bag on his body. He then opened it and looked at it. It was full of silver ingots, as many as ten pieces.
As for the rich man from the bat race, he didn't notice that his money bag was stolen. He walked towards the brothel humming a tune with a pace that you couldn't afford to offend.
The next moment.
Zhao Fan came to a cloth shop, but still did not show up. He put on a men's brocade robe, left a piece of silver and left.
After putting it on, he stood on the street openly, without deliberately changing his appearance. He kept everything human, but his temperament was like that of a noble prince, which was in sharp contrast to those humans who followed their masters to pick up sundries.
"Who is that person?"
"Wearing such nice clothes and looking free and clean, could it be that he is a handyman from some grown-up family?"
"How can a handyman be so prosperous? In my opinion, maybe he is lucky and has been favored for promotion. However, no matter how well-dressed, what does it matter? In essence, he is still the same lowly and humble person as us, daring to challenge a higher-level race.
?”
Many people who have been reduced to handymen and slaves are envious and jealous.
Many passers-by from higher races also noticed Zhao Fan and cast strange glances at him.
"Who gave a human race the courage to go shopping with his head held high?"
"It's so blatant. You should be relying on something, or just pretend you didn't see it. If your profile looks like that person's, he's qualified to look at us on an equal footing."
Although they are all dissatisfied with Zhao Fan's image, they have not come to find fault for the time being.
It is worth mentioning that there once appeared a prominent person in Yuling City. Because of his handsome appearance and charming eyes, on his way to the slave market, he was spotted by the Lord of Yuling who happened to be away on business.
After that, she became his male favorite, her status skyrocketed, and she was even granted an official position in the court!
That man once walked a bird on the street, and a Hades dog led by a Blood Eye clan pounced on it and ate the bird, and a conflict arose.
The other party didn't know him, and his strength was far superior to him, so he tore this person into pieces directly in the street.
In the end, the leader of the Yuling Kingdom became furious, gouged out one of the Blood Eye tribe's eyes, and imprisoned him for another five years.
This shows the status gap between the races. No matter how favored the king is, he is killed by people of a higher race in the street, but he is not executed!
However, this kind of punishment is considered serious.
What if that human youth dressed as a noble prince also has an unusual background?
Zhao Fan walked two streets and didn't encounter anyone who came forward to find trouble. Even he found it incredible. Little did he know that in the eyes of those upper class people, he had already been labeled as a peddler...
"Forget it, let's take a look at the Qinglou.
Zhao Fan shook his head and walked towards the largest green building in Yu Lingcheng.
"This uncle, one of you?"
When I walked into the door, an old man with three eyes came over. After she saw the characteristics of Zhao Fan from head to toe, there was no high -ethnic characteristics.
This is not the place you can come, know what this is? Hua Kui Pavilion! Come and play, which one is not a big man with a face in Yuling City? Don't think that you wear a good skin, you really think you turn over. "
In Hua Kui Pavilion, there are two types of girls.
One is a race born in the inferiority, and the other is low race represented by the human race.
However, each of the appearance and body of the discussion is a level of one thousand miles!
Anyone, putting it in other green buildings is definitely Hua Kui, so it is called Hua Kuoge.
Not only that, Hua Kui Pavilion is even more chain. In the Dasan dynasty of Yu Ling Kingdom, whether it is Emperor City or the capitals of various countries, all of which have Hua Kui Pavilion.
There are powerful characters for pastime.
Lao Zizi turned his face in a second, but Zhao Fan was expressionless, and he said indifferently: "I'm here to see and see."
"If you don't know how to lift it, I will call someone to return you back to the original shape, and then send it to the slave market." Lao Zizi looked at him with disdain. "
I'm still afraid of smashing the signboard! "
"Is this true?"
Zhao Fan's eyes condensed, looking at the eyes of the former.
"What stares! I thought I was scared ..." The old son was about to make a lot of time. However, when she said halfway, she stopped abruptly.
Zhao Fan's arm said: "Objective, please, please play here today, all free."
Zhao Fan retracted his eyes and moved forward with the old sister -in -law.
He did not control the soul of the old sister -in -law. He only performed the confusion of the unwavering of the "Secrets of the Soul", which caused an illusion in his mind, and regarded himself as a noble guest.
Soon after, Zhao Fan was pulled to sit in front of the table on the south side of the lobby on the first floor under the eyes of a girl.
"Who is that son?"
"Yaner, he ... seems to be a human race like us."
"Huh? Is that a human family? Why is it as a guest of the guests by Aunt Lan? Shouldn't it be the same as the men of our six -finger tribe, either become a prisoner or a living target?!"
There are many beautiful girls who are thick or light makeup or lightly wiped out. They looked at this side in surprise, and their faces were full of incredible.
At this moment, Lao Zizi shouted: "Little Liuzi, go, take the best wine, the best dish, entertain this uncle."
In the distance, a handsome short man said: "Come right away." Then he ran to the backyard with a smoke.
Lao Zizi raised the silk cloth in his hand, pointing at the girls standing in front of the wall, "Uncle, which girl are you in the same? Now you have only opened the door to open the door, so you haven't arrived at the time of the guest, so, you just, you just, just, you just
If you are blessed, you can pick it up casually, no one can grab you at all. "
Zhao Fan raised his head to scan the women, and then reached out to the sixth left, "Just she."
"Oh, uncle, you have a good vision." Lao Zizi gave a thumbs up and said, "The girl who is a cold frost, it will be half a month after arriving in the underworld.
The city headquarters taught, but I was sent to the branch of our Yu Lingcheng yesterday. "
Immediately, she leaned next to Zhao Fan's ear and whispered: "You will be her first one. Let me tell you quietly that Miss Hanshuang's physique is different from that of ordinary girls. Her body is a little chilly, so she brought her to the private room above.
, you should choose the one with the "Wenchi" sign, where one is hot and the other is cold, you know."
Zhao Fan frowned and said, "I don't need to bring Yajian with me."
"Ah?" the old madam asked in surprise: "Do you want to be in the hall..."
"I misunderstood, you just wanted to have dinner with me." Zhao Fan shrugged, as if no matter how beautiful he was, he was just a skeleton in his eyes and had no attraction at all.
"All right."
The old bustard turned his head and shouted inexplicably: "Hanshuang, come here and entertain this uncle."
"yes."
Hanshuang moved reluctantly, but after taking a few steps, the old bustard rushed over and slapped you, "Isn't there anyone at the headquarters to teach you? What kind of expression is this? Please behave yourself. No matter how beautiful you are, you can't do it."
They are just lowly humans!”
"Um?"
Zhao Fan raised his head, his eyes as sharp as swords falling on the old bustard.
The old madam felt as if someone had put a knife to her neck. She trembled and slapped herself while saying with a smile: "Look at my bad mouth. I can say anything. Among the human race, there are uncles like you."
A noble existence.”
"snort."
Zhao Fan was too lazy to care.
Hanshuang, on the other hand, smiled brightly after being slapped, and came over to sit next to the young man who was of the same human race as her and poured wine for him.
Zhao Fan could feel that the other party was forcing a smile, so he raised his hand and said, "No need to bother, just sit and chat with me."
"oh?"
Hanshuang looked at him in great surprise. This young man seemed to be different from other men. First, his eyes were extremely clear and he had no animalistic desires when facing him. Second, he had an indescribable temperament.
Although I can’t put it into words, I just feel it’s unusual.
"I heard that you have been in the underworld for less than half a month?"
Zhao Fan asked thoughtfully.
"yes."
Hanshuang seemed to remember something, and there was a touch of sadness in his smile, "I...when I was alive, my father was a holy man in the Hidden Sect who could move the wind and rain, and I was also glorious, but I was destined to marry someone I didn't want to marry.
I married a man because his father saved my father's life. In this way, I was forced to separate from the man I loved. On the night of the wedding, I committed suicide alone in the bridal chamber, thinking that it would be the end forever. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the end.
It’s the beginning of a nightmare…”
Zhao Fan listened quietly to Han Shuang's self-narration and couldn't help but sympathize with her experience.
It stands to reason that she was a martial artist during her lifetime and would enter reincarnation after her death. However, the man found out that she had committed suicide. He did not know what he had done, so he came to this place inexplicably.
Before I could find out where it was, I was discovered by the flower dealer from Huakui Pavilion and presented it to the headquarters. For more than ten days after that, I had to be instilled with unsightly thoughts and actions every day. Then, just like what the old bustard said, the flower that was delivered yesterday was
, officially listed to receive customers today.
"I wonder who your father is?" Zhao Fan asked with interest.
"My father is Han Yuan of Kunlun Xu." Tears welled up in Hanshuang's eyes when she mentioned her father's name. In addition to regret, she still regretted it.
"Kunlun is so cold and far away."
Zhao Fan sifted through the memories in the back of his mind and found no relevant impression. He immediately thought of the scene when he first entered Wangyue Village and speculated that Hanshuang came from a certain dynasty in ancient times, because there is no one named Han in Kunlun Xuzhong today.
Apart from Nangong Yu, there is no other elder who can control the wind and rain in the hidden gate.
"Do you know why I ordered you?" Zhao Fan raised the glass randomly and took a sip.
"Wish to smell it." Hanshuang was puzzled, neither color, is it still to talk about the past?
"I moved the heart of my talents." Zhao Fan looked down at the wine in the cup and said, "You are not an ordinary soul."
"What's the meaning?"
The cold frost is unknown.
"Bing Essence and Cold Soul."
Zhao Fanan said with a smile: "Maybe you don't know what it is Binghe and Cold Soul. Let's talk about it. During your lifetime, are you full of cold and cold, but your body is normal temperature?"
Hanshuang nodded, and she nodded: "Yes, as you said, but even the father didn't know where the problem was, and he asked the famous doctor who was invited ..."