Nanlinwan is located on the purple cloud slope in the south of the Xuanyuan Tomb, and was used as a post station in the imperial capital of the Southern Regions when the empire was founded, but since the territory of the imperial capital has been expanding, this post station that is getting closer and closer to the imperial capital has gradually been abandoned, and now it is actually used as a prison for prisoners by Ying Zhong. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the end of September and the beginning of October, the frost flowers fell and the leaves were not lovely.

The death row inmates in the courtyard were escorted by the accompanying officers to the square in Nanlin Wannei, and under the summer sun, the miserable white prison uniforms on the white prison uniforms of the more than 1,000 people were so dazzling that people's eyes were on fire.

"Hey buddy, are we going to be put to death?"

"It's not right at this time, it's not snowing yet."

"Hey, hey, hey, why don't you have to give a full meal before you die, hey, who is that girl on the platform over there, who is it, is it for us to open meat?"

"Hahahaha"

The death row inmates were born with laughter, they knew what they had committed in their hearts, and they knew that it must be a dead end, so there was no taboo, so they became more bold, and several of them also whistled openly and made obscene gestures to the white-clothed boy on the platform.

"This..."Ying Zhong looked bad, and gave a color to the officers who were guarding the death row inmates on the side, signaling to use violent means to silence the death row inmates.

The officer was ordered to retreat, and a few orders were issued, and the guards who were hunting around them carried wooden sticks and blasted towards the death row prisoners.

It's not very useful.

Far from making the death row inmates well-behaved, the beating of the guards provoked their violent side, and some of them even strangled the guards with their iron and wooden locks after snatching sticks from the guards.....

"Ballista! Ballista! ”

"Don't you want to live anymore?"

"You dare to fight back...."

Standing on the high platform, Zhao Han looked at the chaotic scene below, and whistled after his eyebrows twitched.

I saw that between his five fingers, a small bird with a light blue color flew into the sky, and the blue flame bird exploded above the heads of the prisoners!

The palm-sized flames made a loud noise, deafening and uplifting, and the prisoners who were being shot by the crossbow stopped their movements and had no choice but to look up.

The sporadic blue firelight fell like snowflakes, bringing some romantic colors in this sinful crowd, and I don't know how many people raised their hands to touch it, and fell into confusion after receiving it.

Confused? Confused about dying?

From ancient times to the present 30,000 years, how can anyone not be afraid of death?

It's just that it's useless to be afraid....

Some people shed tears, some people cried, and some people scolded after realizing their mental damage after being burned by the Qingluan fire, shouting in their mouths: Demon law chaos country!

Seeing all this happening, Ying Zhong looked at Zhao Han in confusion, not knowing what he meant by what he did.

Zhao Han didn't have time to explain to him, in the falling firelight, the spear in his hand flashed, and the next moment he snatched it out like a dragon.

The plum wine, with its brilliant cyan brilliance, pierced straight into the chaotic crowd like a roaring dragon!

Rumble!!!

The explosion started again, bringing up a large cloud of dust, and when the dust cleared, only the long spear like jade was left in the hole nearly two meters deep.

"Who said I was a sissy just now, come out, you can go home if you win me"

Facing the shocked gazes of the prisoners, Zhao Han just said indifferently.

Can Zhao Han leave after winning the battle?

The prisoners who were originally shocked by the elegance of that shot swallowed their saliva, and turned their eyes to look like Ying Zhong standing not far away, Zhao Han's words didn't work, if they wanted to release them, they had to be the prince of the Southern Regions to come forward.

Being looked at directly by so many prisoners, Ying Zhong only felt that his scalp was a little numb, and he couldn't tell what year Zhao Han was, so he had to speak: "Young Master Qing, what does this mean?" ”

"Is there a problem with my words?" Zhao Han turned his head and asked with a smile.

Ying Zhong was speechless.

Questions?

Of course there is a problem!

These 8,300 people are death row prisoners of the empire, and they are used to sacrifice and Xuanyuan's grave! He took a big risk to detain him and wanted to take him to fight in the Western Styx, but now you are a moth again?

Ying Zhong's face was a little ugly, but thinking of his sister's evaluation of Zhao Han, he still agreed with a demeanor: "What Young Master Qing said counts, if anyone of you can beat him, this hall will exonerate him today."

There was a bang, the shackles were rubbing, and the prisoners, who were still suspicious, were making a noise.

Want to fight Zhao Han? No one dares to take the lead!

Zhao Han's shot just now was still very deterrent, but these prisoners were not afraid of him, they just didn't want to make a wedding dress for others.

After a long time of commotion, a unified voice was heard from among the death row inmates, and the crowd parted, and a lean old man with one eye wrapped in a white cloth stepped out of the room.

"This... Son, dare to ask us singing so many people, how many can you beat? If you call one by one, how long will we have to wait? ”

As he spoke, the old man looked at Zhao Han with the only one eye left, as if he wanted to see something from Zhao Han's face.

It's a pity that the old man was disappointed, Zhao Han glanced at him quite calmly and said, "I'll only give you ten challenge places."

"Ten?"

"No! There are so many of us, how can ten be enough! ”

"Little white face, don't be..."

Swish! Before the man could finish his words, he saw a green light penetrate through his mouth and burst out from the back of his head, red and white flowing all over the ground.

The originally noisy sound was silent for a few seconds, and then it became more boiling than before.

Seeing this, Zhao Han's eyes narrowed and said, "Whoever can shut up these people, Young Master Ben will ensure that he leaves the imperial capital alive."

Leaving the Imperial Capital alive?

The lean old man who had just spoken sighed in his heart, and then turned around and entered the crowd, I don't know what method he used, but after three or five minutes, the noisy crowd subsided.

After a while, the old man walked out of the crowd again, and walked to the guard area of those guards before he stopped and said to Zhao Han: "This... Noble, dare to ask if there is another war that requires us to fight for our lives, if there is, please don't use these hypocritical means, we are all death row prisoners, compared to being sent to Xuanyuan's tomb to sacrifice to the gods and demons, we are still willing to contribute to the safety of the empire..."

Sure enough, there is no stupid person in this world!

was broken by the thin old man's words, Zhao Han did not have the slightest shame on his face, and glanced at him indifferently and said: "My name is Zhao Junqing, I am the fourth son of King Yanyun, and I have taken you from the hands of the Ministry of Rites, just because I have taken a fancy to you and have some effect, I won't say anything else, if any of you can return with me in the battlefield west of the West Styx Sea, I will ensure that they have a position as an officer in the Yanyun Auxiliary Army."

Speaking of this, Zhao Han suddenly smiled, looked at the thin old man and said: "This time I went to the West Sea, it was completely a mission to send me to death, I just said that those ten places are also valid now, so I have to leave you a seed, right?" ”