Xiao Tuanzi has never called Brother Han Yu since he started practicing martial arts, and after every correction, Han Qi still goes his own way.

Han Qi made a grimace and jumped up from the ground, "Don't do it, I'm going to call Han Yu, don't call my brother." ”

"Whatever you want, but remember to tell my brother when you're outside?" Han Yu stood up, patted the ash on his pants, and pinched the soft flesh on Han Qi's face.

This time Han Qi didn't dodge, just held his mouth, and then stretched out his hands, "I'm tired." ”

"There's no next time," Han Yu sighed, although he complained, his eyes were full of joy and he held Han Qi in front of him firmly in his arms.

The Apocalypse is open to the people, and it is not uncommon for women to learn martial arts in the capital, not to mention that Han Qi is still the daughter of the general, and this matter was also praised by the current saint after he knew about it, "Women don't let them have eyebrows." ”

Although Mrs. Han agreed to Han Qi's martial arts, she reminded and warned General Han several times that she could not take Han Qi to the battlefield, she only hoped that her daughter would be safe.

Naturally, my father and brother are responsible for this outside matter.

It's a pity that although Han Qi looks well-behaved and obedient on the surface, he is a little restless on the inside, thinking about how to see the outside world every day.

Finally, when she was nine years old, she successfully escaped over the wall, this was the first time she sneaked out by herself, and she usually had to follow Han Yu or her subordinates, and many things had to be restricted.

The streets are bustling, and there are lively cries everywhere.

Although Han Qi had changed into clothes that were convenient for movement, he was still eating happily with a string of sugar gourds in his hand, red syrup was still sticking to his mouth, and his round eyes were full of curiosity, and he was as smart as a snow-white cat.

Such a delicate and white girl also attracted the curious eyes of many people, although everyone was kind, but there were also a few vicious glances.

When he came out of the dim sum shop, Han Qi had already carried the freshly baked mung bean cake in his hand, but unfortunately when he was about to open it and take a bite, the whole person was already covered and dragged into the alley on the side.

Han Qi subconsciously wanted to resist, after all, she had also studied martial arts for four years, but the man seemed to have been prepared, and he was drugged with Han Qi's cloth.

Soon Han Qi fell into a coma.

Perhaps because of his martial arts practice since childhood, Han Qi did not fall asleep for a long time, and when he woke up again, he was in a small and dark room.

There seemed to be a lot of weeds on the ground, and there was a suppressed cry in my ears.

Touching his somewhat sore forehead, Han Qi sat up with his support on the ground, and the moment he opened his eyes, he met a pair of deep eyes, calm, indifferent, and seemed to have a little imperceptible smile.

"Where is this?" Han Qi opened his mouth, but no one dared to answer.

With the light that penetrated through a gap, Han Qi could barely see the person in front of him, a young man, dressed in black, although he couldn't see the patterns on it clearly because of the environment, but he still faintly revealed a trace of expensive atmosphere.

No one answered Han Qi's question, and she also found out that there seemed to be a lot of people in the room, all of them were the same age as her, and they were all huddled in the corner at this time, looking frightened, and many of them still had scars on their bodies.

Looking at it this way, only Han Qi and the young man in front of him were still cleanly dressed.