The moon is in the treetops, and the time is just right.

A young man who was draped in what looked like a tablecloth and a bed sheet was stuffy, bowing his head sullenly, moving forward step by step, and behind him was a soft sedan chair in the open air, and the whole body of the person sitting in it was softly sunk in it, but it could be vaguely seen that it was a human figure. Approaching the main entrance of the palace, the boy hung his head almost to his chest.

The Praetorian Guard wanted to step forward with some confusion, but the young man in front of him suddenly took out a token, pointed to the sedan chair, and quickly walked inside.

After the people left, the Praetorian Guards quietly pushed the people around them and whispered.

"This is the little bully with his nostrils facing the sky?"

"Who else but him can have this?"

"But, who is in the sedan chair behind him, is it the old man of the Dugu family?"

"No, that's not right! That, that's one, two, three, four! ”

"What?! Could it be the little prince? How did he come with this little bully! ”

"Hurry up and report it!"

"Yes!"

The Praetorian Guards were heavily guarded after this, and the young man who entered the Imperial City did not want to continue walking in as if his shoes were dragging on the ground. turned around and quietly glanced at one, two, three, four, and resigned himself to lead the way in front.

The son of the first god of war.

All right.

Although he was born in the General's Mansion, because he was influenced by the soldiers, he still worships the first god of war in the Northern Sky since he was a child.

But what about this?

whistling, playing hooligans, not saying anything, and threatening and intimidating him!

The son of the dignified No. 1 God of War is such a scoundrel!

But because of the existence of one, two, three, four, he just doesn't have half the power to fight back!

In order to ensure his face, he inexplicably became someone's opener!

After disgusting that the clothes on his body were all dirt, he actually wrapped the rags he sat on on his body, bastard bastard! I'm so dirty, isn't he the fault?

After being unable to resist and act as a little servant, the young man suddenly found out sadly that this tortured scoundrel who wanted to live and die, he, he was still a road idiot!

Thinking of this, the young man's already unsightly face turned black and became more colorful, could it be that he tortured himself so much in order to find someone to lead the way?

Depressed and continued to drag his steps, he felt that this was the real little bully, compared to this he was simply a model among excellent teenagers, and he was by no means the little bully in his grandfather's mouth.

After the figure of his grandfather suddenly appeared in his mind, the young man's body slammed, if he let his grandfather see that he was beaten, then ......

The boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva carefully, his eyes looking around, ready to find a place to slip away.

"Boy, you're in the way." When the young man was panicking, he accidentally deviated from Fenghua and happened to bump into another team. Hearing that somewhat familiar voice, the little overlord felt that his hairs exploded.

It's over, it's over, it's over, and it's about to send this little devil to a place, and he can leave. Why, why did you just bump into it? The young man's footsteps moved slightly, and his waist bent deeper, and he was about to avoid it with grace, when he heard the voice of the little devil coming from behind him.