Chapter 85: People are small and ghosts are big

"What did the kid say?" Yang Kun and the other Imperial Jin soldiers were dumbfounded, looking at each other, and they all suspected that something was wrong with their ears.

"I said, this street is not paved by your Imperial Jin Army, why let others give way, why don't you give way! Besides, I was the one who stood here first! Chi Xiaoyu raised his chin and said.

Yang Kun's eyes widened, obviously shocked that a three- or four-year-old child was so bold and dared to talk to Yu Jinjun like this, is this the so-called newborn calf not afraid of tigers?

"Whose little hairy child, take it away immediately!" Yang Kun came back to his senses and shouted at the onlookers again.

Seeing that no one stood up, Yang Kun was about to get angry, but saw Chi Xiaoyu pat his little chest, looking like a little adult, and said fearlessly: "I'm here alone, it's useless for you to shout!" ”

"Unweaned little brat, you owe a beating, don't you? Don't get out of the way yet. Yang Kun was annoyed and angry.

"You're not weaned!" Chi Xiaoyu snorted coldly at Yang Kun.

"Stinky boy, I'll discipline you for your father and mother today, you have to beat your ass and bloom."

But seeing the onlookers turning their heads and ears, Yang Kun became more and more anxious, and was just about to grab Chi Xiaoyu and beat him, but who knows, Chi Xiaoyu was like a slippery loach, and he escaped from his clutches at once.

Yang Kun's pupils dilated, obviously he didn't expect that he would miss, turned his head to look at Chi Xiaoyu who rushed to the side, but saw Chi Xiaoyu sticking out his tongue at him, and said mischievously: "Can't catch me, stupid!" ”

"You ......" Yang Kunqi's face turned green, and he pounced on Chi Xiaoyu again, still in the air, "Little brat, you're quite good at hiding, and when Lao Tzu catches you, he will beat your ass into eight petals!" ”

"No one dares to beat me except my father! If you have the ability, you can catch me! Chi Xiaoyu stuck out his tongue mischievously at Yang Kun, "If you can't catch me, when the Imperial Jin Army goes out in the future, you have to make way for us!" ”

"You wait...... Yang Kun was half tired of Chi Xiaoyu's agile skills, panting breathlessly, turning his head and scolding at the Yujin Army behind him: "What are you doing in a daze, catch this dead child for me!" Catch him, I'm in for a treat! ”

"Yes." Several Imperial Jin soldiers hurriedly went to catch Chi Xiaoyu.

Chi Xiaoyu is alive and jumping, and the people are small, so they are very flexible in running up and down, and the Yujin Legion is turning.

The streets were in chaos, and the shouts of the people became stronger and stronger, and everyone was much happier when they saw that the Imperial Jin Army was being played out of breath by a three- or four-year-old child.

Even if Chi Xiaoyu is flexible, he is a three- or four-year-old child after all, and his physical strength is naturally not as strong as that of adults, so he soon became a little tired, jumped on the railing, and hurriedly stopped Yang Kun and the others: "Anyway, you can't catch me, since everyone is tired, why don't you fight another day?" ”

The corners of Yang Kun's mouth twitched fiercely, "Another day?" The beauty you kid thinks! ”

"My family lives in the capital, and you patrol the streets of the capital every day, we will always meet again." Chi Xiaoyu proposed.

He couldn't say he was tired.

"Okay! If it weren't for Lao Tzu's incident today, he would definitely catch you, you would have waited for Lao Tzu, and when Lao Tzu found out about your house another day, he would have to arrest your parents and go to the Imperial Jin Army Prison, would you discipline the child! ”

"If you arrest me, what do you care about my parents!" Chi Xiaoyu glanced at Yang Kun.

"It's kind of you give your name!" Yang Kun was out of breath and shouted at Chi Xiaoyu who was standing on the railing.

"Xiao Ye Xing will not change his name, sit or change his surname, the son of the ghost prince Chi Yao, the ghost prince Chi Yan." Chi Xiaoyu crossed his waist with his hands and raised his chin.

Yang Kun and the others were stunned, and they couldn't react for a while.

Ghost King Red Robe?

Why is the name so familiar? Isn't this the one whom the Overseer has commanded us to investigate lately?

This little kid is the son of the ghost king Chi Jiao?

Yang Kun's eyes widened, wouldn't catching him make a great contribution in front of the overseer.

When Yang Kun reacted, he looked at it and saw that the child standing on the railing had already run away without a trace.

Yang Kun's pupils dilated, turned his head to look at the Yu Jin Jun behind him, who was also tired and panting, and roared with big eyes: "What about people? ”

"Run... Ran away......" said a royal brocade soldier tremblingly.

Yang Kun was annoyed for a while, and said like thunder: "Didn't you let you catch him together?" Who let him run. ”

"Didn't you say another day? He also asked him who his parents were. When your subordinates saw that you were silent, they thought that you had agreed to fight him another day. One of the Imperial Warriors said boldly.

"Idiot! You didn't have ears just now, and you still don't have brains! Didn't you hear him report his home? He is the ghost prince Chiyan, he can't catch his father, and he can make a great contribution if he catches him! Yang Kunqi's face turned pale.

"Head, what are we going to do now?" One of the Imperial Warriors asked.

"What else can I do? Go back and tell Chief Mo. Yang Kun glared at a few people fiercely and strode forward.

The Imperial Jin Army left the onlookers in a gloomy manner.

For a while, the news that the Imperial Jin Army couldn't even deal with a three- or four-year-old child had already made a fuss in the capital.

Yan Qingyu crossed Erlang's legs, patiently listening to Mo Ting report the matter, there was no expression on his face, and he played with the teacup in his hand, a little distracted.

"Overseer?" Mo Ting called cautiously and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

After all this he said, is the Overseer listening?

"Overseer?" Mo Ting couldn't help but call again.

Yan Qingyu turned her head to look at him and snorted lightly, "Call the soul!" Ben Governor listened. ”

Mo Ting grinned and hurriedly lowered his head.

"The one under you named Yang Kun, Ben Du has noticed it, his skills are good, how can he not even catch a three or four-year-old child!" Yan Qingyu frowned and looked at Mo Ting.

"That little hairy boy is very clever, Yang Kun is really more than successful this time, making such a big joke really makes our Yujin Army lose face!" Mo Ting frowned.

"Ghost Prince Chiyan?" Yan Qingyu frowned thoughtfully, "This governor remembers that the ghost monarch red robe has appeared on Hualiu Street many times, and the time of appearance is basically the same, all of them are on the night of the full moon every month, if this governor is not mistaken, if the ghost monarch is not going to visit people, or going to Hualiu Street for other purposes." ”

"What does the Overseer mean?" Mo Ting stared at Yan Qingyu who was playing with the teacup with wide eyes.

"Monitor Hualiu Street for this governor, there must be something greasy here, otherwise, how could the ghost monarch's red robe appear here many times." Yan Qingyu's pupils sank deeply, and he said thoughtfully.

"Yes, my subordinates understand." Mo Ting lowered his head and said, suddenly thinking of something, and looked at Yan Qingyu with a grin, "But the Overseer, now there is a lot of rumors outside, saying that our Imperial Jin Army is nothing more than that, and even a child can't deal with it......"

Without waiting for Mo Ting to finish speaking, Yan Qingyu glared at him, Mo Ting's heart tightened, and he hurriedly shut up.

Yan Qingyu's pupils were very deep, and he said thoughtfully: "Ghost Monarch Chi Jiao, one day, this governor will catch you with his own hands." ”

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