Zhao Han was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide and could see the expression on his face. He quietly pulled Hua Jun's sleeve: "Doctor Hua, how can you say that?"

Hua Jun bounced away his sleeve in Zhao Han's hand in disgust, "Why am I talking? It's all true."

Some Wuyou, who was exposed to his worries, really fell into a dilemma.

He is a killer. When he enters the door, he is heartless and righteous. He is a killer who can even take ruthless measures against his junior brother.

A killer can only be a powerful weapon to kill enemies, and can only kill people and seek life. Facing him with such earnest gaze and such vicious interrogation, it is simply a lack of clones.

"What? Can't say it anymore?" Hua Jun had no intention of stopping.

Even Qin Qiushui, who was unwilling to think about the dark place, could not help but wonder: "Some people say that if you bear great kindness for a long time, you will become enemies. I think you are not a great kindness to you. You are a world-class person, and you shouldn't be so narrow-minded."

"Whoever Wujue Wuhua said goodbye." He hurried out, in a very embarrassing situation.

There is no silver here. Qin Qiushui feels cold with such an abnormal behavior.

Hua Jun insisted on adding insult to injury and stretched out his hand: "Where is money? I can say that it is ahead of me. If I don't have money, I won't start work!"

"You are indispensable." Qin Qiushui winked at Aruo.

Qin Qiushui paid a lot of money to offer such a miracle doctor. He only hoped that his problem would be more restrained one day.

Aruo timidly took out the silver prepared as Qin Qiushui ordered and handed it forward.

"Why? Am I so afraid of people?" Hua Jun refused everyone for money, and did not forget to inspect the goods while receiving it.

He grinned and bit the silver ingot, repeatedly confirming it, and then smiled knowingly: "That guy's eyes flash, you should be more careful."

Knowing that this sentence was a warning to himself, Qin Qiushui nodded slightly, counting as gratitude.

As for Aruo, her face has not recovered for a long time since she entered the door and saw that body.

The man's hideous face that night, now when he thinks about it, he will be scared to sweat. She is no smarter than the girl, nor can she be as bold and meticulous as the girl.

Wuyou rushed out of the door, and faced with the dazzling sunshine, he became increasingly at a loss. The battlefield of the killer was dark night. Without the cover of the night, he would fall into the same fate as the rat crossing the street, even worse than the rat.

The streets are crowded with people, bustling across the streets.

He was dressed in a night-dressing dress for the sake of convenience. Such a narrow sleeve and narrow body, which would definitely cause a lot of commotion in Kyoto on weekdays.

However, Wuyou today was relieved because it was obvious that everyone's eyes did not gather at him.

This street is named Ningyuan Street, which is the most prosperous and lively area in Kyoto. Not only are there many shops, but even Gentiles are a must-pass place for tribute.

However, Tiansheng has only been in the second generation since the founding of the former emperor. His foundation is still shallow and he has not seen unprecedented signs of coming to worship. From this point of view, he has no qualifications to be comparable to the previous dynasty.

"Hey, look, look." The people of Kyoto, who have rarely seen foreigners, surrounded the entire street, for fear of missing something different.

"They are really open-minded!" The common people gathered together, and there were many people who talk too much and even talkatively wanted to get involved in their own opinions.

Wuyou was not here, but the wall of people blocked his way. In desperation, he followed the crowd.

The team that could not see the edge at first sight was a vast army, filling the vast Ningyuan Street. At the forefront was four excellent brown-red BMWs running side by side.

The four horses were obviously well-trained, with the movements of lifting and falling horse hooves in a uniform manner, and the strong limbs and muscles trembled rhythmically with the neighing sounds from time to time.

The hair on her body is also desperately interpreting their vigorous vitality.

They are indeed the Hu people from the north. They are really fierce and fierce. Even their horses are full of aura.

Wuyou’s focus is naturally the team horses that can represent the opponent’s strength.

I heard from His Majesty that, just recently, a niche tribe in the north wanted to lead envoys to meet.

From this we can see that they are these people in front of us. They are so powerful that they come to other people's territory, but they don't know how to avoid the edge. In addition to demonstrating their national prestige, it is hard to believe that they have no other thoughts.

The four horses drove through, and then the crowd next to Wuyou suddenly surged, all of them stretched their necks and looked up at the team on tiptoe.

"The women in Beihu are not inferior to those in our Central Plains." The person who said this was a young man, who had not yet married and had children.

"That's right, the women in the Central Plains are subtle and reserved, and how can they compare to their enthusiasm and unrestrainedness!" Someone immediately interrupted.

The beginning and turning point of the topic never requires a deep connection, it only requires a proper opportunity. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many stories about after dinner circulating in the market.

"You're wrong." An older man immediately changed into a mature accent and began to talk about his understanding in public: "The Hu woman was born unrestrained. Can you control her like this?"

Listening to the more vulgar the remarks, Wuyou couldn't help but slapped the shoulder of the person closest to him: "At the feet of the imperial city, brothers and I speak more carefully."

"Who are you?" The man with absurd words was about to express his dissatisfaction, but Wuyou's hands were secretly working.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts." The man wrinkled his face and begged for mercy quickly: "We won't say it anymore, we won't say it anymore."

Wuyou then gave up. The corners of his mouth drooped, and he did not feel any inexplicable pride in his heart because of the unfairness he saw along the way.

Because he knew clearly that he had blood in his hands, which was even better than these guys who could only show off their verbal skills.

A Hu girl with a light gauze covered her face with barefoots in front of a sedan chair, drinking drums and gently stomping on the unique dance steps of a certain clan.

Even though the gauze covered most of her face, her agile eyes were constantly looking at each other, and she drew the minds of many onlookers.

"Give it a minute." Wuyou was so anxious that he was uncomfortable all over, so he should take one step first.

He pushed away the crowded crowd and left without hesitation. His purpose of leaving the palace was not to investigate what the group of Hu people wanted to come to the court, so there was no need to stay here.

"Zhong Jen, why don't you jump?" The sedan chair did not stop, but a piece of white and round arms poked out from it. It was covered with golden leaves and was very gorgeous.

"If you go back to the princess, there will be some people in the crowd just now..." Zhong Fang deliberately paused, there were mixed here, so it would be better to just stop when the words were clicked.

"Then let them all pay attention, but don't make any trouble." The Hu princess slowly took back her only arm she could see, and was isolated in the top-secret sedan chair again.
Chapter completed!