The northern battalion of the city protector

There are a large number of royal troops gathered here, responsible for defending the imperial capital.

Many of them are children of the Wang family, and the quality is very high.

Wang Yu came on horseback, if it was before, he would definitely not be able to enter.

The military camp is important, even if he is the son of Xuanwei Hou, he can't enter if he wants to.

But now it's different, he has made great achievements and is famous all over the world, and he is no longer the second ancestor of the previous Emperor.

Before he reached the barracks, the barracks guards were already waiting outside the barracks.

"Little Hou Ye!"

The general bowed.

Wang Yu nodded, this person is a little familiar, it should be a member of the Wang family.

Counting, he has to call him Uncle Clan.

However, this kind of relationship that can't be beaten by eight poles, Wang Yu is too lazy to admit it.

"Han Baoke is in the army?"

He asked straight to the point.

"Yes! Now I'm training, and I'm going to call it. ”

"No need, take me over to him and see how he is doing."

Wang Yu waved his hand.

"Yes!"

Accompanied by the guards, Wang Yu walked towards where Han Bao was.

When the soldiers along the way met him, they all bowed and saluted, with great respect.

Xuanwei Hou is invincible and invincible, and he is the god in their hearts, but Wang Yu was so virtuous before, and the soldiers were very disgusted with him, feeling that he had disgraced Xuanwei Hou.

Xuanwei Hou has been a hero for half his life, and Wang Yu is his biggest stain, even his only stain.

However, now it is different, Wang Yu has risen strongly, and with his invincible record, he has made a great reputation.

The whole country praised it.

They naturally love Wu and Wu, and respect him from the bottom of their hearts.

even hoped that he would become the successor of Xuanwei Hou and lead their Wang family's army.

"Drink, drink, drink"

On the martial arts arena, a big fat man with a naked body, holding two gossip serial knives, danced like a tiger and a tiger.

The terrifying sword qi, centered on him, formed a vortex that tore apart everything around him.

Wang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and as soon as he grabbed his hand in the void, a golden qi sword appeared in his hand, which he casually threw towards the big fat man.

The flying sword rushed away, and the fat man felt something, turned around and slashed the flying sword.

"Who dares to plot against the baby?"

Han Bao shouted angrily.

Wang Yu snapped his fingers, and behind him, a large number of golden qi swords appeared, shining in the sun.

"Woohoo"

With a wave of Wang Yu's big hand, a large number of flying swords poured down.

The fat man was startled and danced his twin knives, like a spinning top, forming an absolute defense.

Even this rain of swords, like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

Wang Yu nodded secretly, this Han Bao's strength did not rely on the piling up of heavenly and earthly treasures.

His foundation is extremely solid, much more solid than when he was in Yong'an City.

He grabbed the void in his hand, and condensed an air sword that was like substance.

There were even Dao rune marks on it.

The fierce sword qi cut through the space.

Hawkeye activated, and he threw the flying sword in his hand fiercely.

"Ah————h

Han Bao let out a miserable scream, and the absolute defense of the gyroscope was broken, and his fat body fell to the ground.

A large number of golden qi swords were suspended two centimeters of his body, enveloping him.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

Han Bao snorted aggrievedly, a little at a loss.

Wang Yu waved his hand and released all the qi swords.

"Baby!"

"Little Marquis?"

Han Bao's face showed a look of surprise.

He hurriedly got up, then knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Wang Yu, and counted as he kowtowed.

One, two, three.

After kowtowing three times, he stood up with a smirk.

Wang Yu looked confused, and asked with some curiosity:

"Baby, okay, what are you kowtowing to me?"

"My father sent me a letter, saying that everything I have now is given by the little marquis, and everything in our family is also given by the little marquis, so that when I see you, I must kowtow three times in a row to show respect."

Han Bao said stupidly.

"Oh?"

Wang Yu raised his eyebrows, the head of the Han family is a smart person.

This Han Bao is not bad, although he is a little stupid, but he still listens to his father.

In the future, it will be much easier to control.

"What else did your dad say?"

"My father said that you will be the baby's master in the future, let the baby listen to you for everything."

Han Bao scratched his head and said with some embarrassment:

"Originally, the baby was unwilling, but now the baby is very strong, and the baby thinks that you can't beat the baby.

I didn't expect the little marquis to be so much more powerful than the baby, and the baby is willing to recognize you as the master and listen to your orders. ”

Wang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked Han Bao up and down.

From the beginning to the present, there is no flaw in this Han Bao.

Kowtowing is such a thing, even if it is an ordinary person, it is very rejected, let alone the chosen one.

And when this Han Bao saw him, he knelt down without hesitation.

It's very unproductive!

After all, although his surname is Han, he is not called Han Xin.

However, he was still a little worried.

Wang Yu flipped his hand, and a bright silver collar appeared in his hand.

Looking at the dense inscriptions on it, the guard's face changed slightly.

"Baby, since you recognize me as the Lord, then you need to go through a form, this is made by my Shenwu Heavenly Workshop, control the slave ring, wear it, you can really recognize me as the Lord."

Wang Yu looked at Han Bao and said lightly.

"Oh!"

Han Bao nodded, walked over, picked up the slave ring, and played with it very curiously:

"This collar is pretty good-looking, the baby likes it, how to wear this?"

"You inject a wisp of spiritual power and soul power into it, and he will light up and open it, and then you just put it on."

"Oh!"

Han Bao did not hesitate, and injected a wisp of spiritual power and soul power into it, just as Wang Yu said, the runes on the slave ring lit up, and then clicked and opened.

"It's fun, it's fun."

Han Bao laughed like a child, and then directly put it on his neck.

"Master, is it good-looking?"

Han Bao came to Wang Yu as if offering a treasure.

"Hmmm! Very handsome. ”

Wang Yu showed a bright smile on his face.

The slave ring is used by the nobles to control the slave, and after the slave wears it, life and death are only in the master's thoughts.

At the same time, the slave ring is also divided into levels, and the one in Wang Yu's hand is the highest level of the slave ring, which is specially created by the Shenwu Heavenly Workshop.

Even if it is His Holiness, there is no way to forcibly lift it.

This was originally prepared by him for Shui Yuxiu.

But this thing is a bit heavy and affects the appearance.

In addition, Shui Yuxiu is also quite obedient, so it is useless.

Wang Yu originally intended to use it to test Han Bao, but he didn't expect Han Bao to put it on directly.

This reduced the doubt in his heart by one point.

Bite the bullet?

It's completely unnecessary!

If Han Bao was really the chosen one, he didn't have to do it because of himself.

With such natural qualifications, a lot of power will want him.

And when he took out the slave ring by himself, his gaze never left Han Bao.

Unless this is a master of expression management, it is impossible for him not to show flaws.

Of course, the doubts in Wang Yu's heart were still not completely dispelled.

However, for the time being, he didn't want to test Han Bao anymore, after all, Han Bao's life was now completely in his hands.

"Baby, how are you doing in the barracks these days?"

Wang Yu began to talk to Han Bao about family life.

This question directly opened the conversation, Han Bao pulled Wang Yu, and began to talk about it.

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