Shen Batian's understatement made Zhao Huan feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, only to feel that the pores of his whole body were completely opened at this moment, and his back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, and even breathing became difficult for a while;

Shen Batian, who was calm on the surface, but in fact had a turbulent undercurrent, put Zhao Huan under great pressure, and even his speech became a little unsharp: "Clan...... Patriarch, I ......"

Shen Batian's eyes stared at the book of soldiers, and said casually: "You have also been kneeling for a long time, since you know that you are wrong, then you don't need me to say anything, and retreat." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Huan was stunned, he never expected Shen Batian to let himself go so easily; was it really because he knew that he knew that he could change his mistakes and gave himself a chance? Or was it because of his sister? No matter what the reason, it was already a blessing that Shen Batian did not punish himself now.

Zhao Huan was as happy as a death row prisoner receiving a pardon, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, stood up, thanked Dade for Shen Batian and bowed again, and quietly retreated out of the house very familiarly, not daring to disturb Shen Batian's reading anymore, but when he was about to leave the study, he was stopped by Shen Batian.

Shen Batian was still staring at the book of soldiers, as if he was talking to himself, but every word that popped out of his mouth was sonorous and powerful: "Zhao Huan, among the younger generations of the entire family, I value you the most, even more than my uncompetitive son, but this doesn't mean that you can make assertions;

Zhao Huan, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, raised his throat in his heart again, sweat quietly oozing from his forehead, and said in a difficult tone: "My subordinates don't know, please make it clear to the patriarch." ”

Shen Batian remained silent, but his flat tone became more and more threatening: "Your biggest mistake is trying to speculate on my mind. ”

One sentence, a few simple words, but like a thunderbolt from the sky, Zhao Huan's whole person was stunned, his legs were weak, he stumbled, and almost fell to his knees again.

In the entire Shen family, or in the entire Jin Yuan Kingdom, no one can speculate on Shen Batian's thoughts, and this is also something that Shen Batian will never allow! Because Shen Batian likes to grasp the absolute initiative in everything he treats, and with the initiative he will have a dominant position, and the probability of success in doing things will be greatly improved, and vice versa; it can be said that speculating on Shen Batian's mind is undoubtedly touching Shen Batian's dead end.

Just now, Zhao Huan was always thinking about how Shen Batian would punish himself and when to punish himself, although this was a struggle of fear in his heart, but he also inadvertently speculated on Shen Batian's thoughts;

But this time Zhao Huan learned to be obedient, even if he was afraid, he would never guess Shen Batian's next move, so he just stood in place, lowered his head, and didn't say a word.

This negative attitude of coping made Shen Batian very satisfied, and immediately waved his hand: "Thinking about your first offense, this account will be written down for the time being, I hope you will take it as a warning, don't do it again; ”

"Yes......"

Zhao Huan escaped from the study, and as soon as he closed the door, his legs were weak, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground; although Zhao Huan was also a figure with a head and a face in the royal city, even some nobles had to be courteous when they saw Zhao Huan, but in the face of Shen Batian, Zhao Huan was like a child, completely pinched in applause, and did not dare to struggle in the slightest.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Zhao Huan has infinite scenery as Shen Batian's henchman, but only he deeply understands the suffering, if it is possible, he would rather not have this kind of honor, than live in fear every day.

Just when Zhao Huan, who had just escaped death from the ghost gate, stood at the door of the study and gasped for breath, a man stood behind an old elm tree not far away, taking in Zhao Huan's facial expressions and demeanor, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he secretly said in his heart: "If Zhao Huan is reversed, maybe it will get ......twice the result with half the effort."

And this person is Shen Mo's third uncle Shen Biqing, it can be seen that Bai Huanyu has already contacted him, as for how to get in touch, no one knows this, even Shen Mo is now in the dark.

At the same time, the Black Dragon Mercenary Group has become lively, originally the Black Dragon Mercenary Group was formed by the merger of the Saibeilong and the Black Tiger Mercenary Group, although it is not as good as the first-class mercenary group, but it is by no means something that anyone can despise;

Accepting members naturally fell on Zhao Ye's head, although Zhao Ye's strength is not good, but in terms of managing the mercenary group, there are still two brushes, and it is right to hand it over to him.

Although Shen Mo and Lin Xuanqing both confessed, the progress of this matter was still a little too fast, not to mention Lin Xuanqing, even Shen Mo, who was once a new human in the twenty-first century, was a little unable to adapt to it;

In a place like Wangcheng, not to mention orcs, even if it is a rare population, it can often be seen a few times, so Jin Rong's appearance did not cause any sensation in the academy, at most, there are some well-informed rich young masters, who are only slightly interested in Jin Rong's lion-headed human appearance;

In contrast, in terms of 'creating a sensation', Jin Rong is much worse than Marita and Leng Yi, and in the end, the probability of beautiful women being eye-catching is higher.

Let Jin Rong follow Leng Dongming, Shen Mo has been idle recently, so he wandered around the academy, on the one hand, to relieve the pressure accumulated during this time, and on the other hand, to touch the strength of other members who participated in the martial arts of the Hundred Courtyards;

After some simple wandering, Shen Mo found that the members who came to participate in the Hundred Courtyards martial arts were very different from their own situation, almost all of them were students who came out of small places, but in comparison, poor student players like Shen Mo at the grassroots level seemed to be a little rare, and the other players were the second, and they were also the noble sons of the local big families, and they almost did their best to participate in this competition.

Shen Mo realized that this would be a battle between the dragon and the tiger, and he couldn't help but raise his spirit; but what made Shen Mo most jealous was not these players who came out of a small place like Shen Mo, but the winners of the promotion competition of the Wangcheng Academy; after all, compared to Shen Mo, the strength of the Wangcheng Academy was undoubted, and seven out of ten of the ten who won the martial arts championship of the Hundred Academies in previous years were from the main academy.

Tomorrow is the final of the main academy promotion competition, and Shen Mo is quite looking forward to it, and is ready to observe it tomorrow, so as to have a general understanding of the strength of the main academy.

It was not early, Shen Mo went back to the dormitory, and before he entered the door, he heard the conversation of Yingying Yanyan inside, like a yellow warbler out of the valley, which was very good, and by the fence next to the door, there were two teenagers who were about the same age as Shen Mo, but from their dress, they could see at a glance that they were rich and powerful sons.

One of them, tall and thin, handsome in appearance, with a bit of 'chic' taste, pretended to enjoy the flowers, but his eyes glanced down the window into the silent dormitory from time to time, obviously attracted by the sound inside.

The other slightly obese boy is not much better, he is already strong, but he insists on pretending to have a bit of Sven temperament, but he is nondescript.

"Brother Li, you see, the flowers and plants under this window are growing very brightly, why are the flowers outside my dormitory like frost, dull?"

"Who says it's not, just this flower is more gorgeous than the Tailan planted in my backyard and worth 500 gold. ”

The two of them pretended to enjoy the flowers, in fact, their minds had already flown into the dormitory along the window, standing outside the door, talking about the flowers, nothing more than to attract the attention of the beauties in the dormitory;

The two of them talked for a long time under the window, shaking their heads from time to time, and even chanting a poem or two, but no matter how hard they tried, the beauties inside still turned a blind eye, and even let Leng Dong close the window in the end, but the smart and beautiful conversation inside still floated out of the crack in the window, and the amazing voice continued to stimulate the auditory nerves of the two, and even stimulated their hearts of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Maybe the beauty in the house was not interested in them at all, and the two didn't know if Lu Dao was too lazy to play anymore, or if the original form was revealed, so they began to throw away the disguise and cut to the point.

The tall and thin boy looked at the window with his eyes hooked, and whispered: "Tsk tsk, what kind of virtue can this silence be? There is no need to say that Lin Xuanqing and Bai Huanyu are all first-class beauties in our royal city, not only beautiful, but also the power behind them is even more amazing; and the two women that Shen Mo brought himself, one is called Leng Yi, and the other is called Mary? Yes, it is called Marita! These two women are also beautiful and beautiful, and how good women are all occupied by him silently!"