Chapter Twenty-Nine: A Domineering Girl

The streets of the Purple Imperial City were densely packed with people. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Haochen has been wandering around the streets and alleys all morning. At this moment, the sun is in full bloom, Bai Xu's sun is splashing on the earth unscrupulously, and the cold wind blowing has also added some spring warmth, and a little girl with a ponytail is hanging behind Zhao Haochen with a chatter.

The purple royal city at noon is very lively, all kinds of shops are full of customers, bustling, the street shouting loudly hawkers, noisy, watching the lively people applaud, the cold wind brought by the incense car and BMW, the faint fragrance refreshes people's hearts, symbolizing the atmosphere of the aristocracy so that the people in the street market frequently turn back.

The frenzied sound of horses' hooves mixed with the sound of panic in ...... wake him up. He turned around and frowned, the icy weather had an icy aura, the frozen air was flowing slowly, and the condensed ice crystals shone with a dazzling light, reflecting his angry countenance.

In the cold cold, a white horse galloped from the white street in the distance. The vendors and pedestrians on both sides avoided one after another, and everyone carefully bowed their heads and knew each other.

A ray of essence condensed from the cold light, and the dark light shone with blood.

The dead silence of the street market is so solemn that it is hard to breathe.

The white horse galloped quickly, and the horse's hooves shining blue glowed on the snow-white ground, with charming colors, making a loud sound. In the middle of the road, a young man, eleven or twelve, with a long sword almost the size of his own body on his back, fell to the ground in horror, his pupils trembling with fear under his thick eyelashes.

The cold hooves of the horse, under the direction of the master, did not slow down, but whipped the horse a few times, and in the wailing of the horse, the iron hooves trampled mercilessly towards the little boy's head.

In the shining pupils of the little Lori Yunmeng, a touch of horror flashed, as if she had seen the most terrifying nightmare, so she didn't consciously pull Zhao Haochen's little hand, clenched it tightly again, and shrunk back hard.

Zhao Haochen stood in place, firm as a rock, his eyes staring at the young man under the horse's hooves, his fate had already been decided.

The next moment, his pupils dimmed. With a bang, like the sound of a watermelon cracking, red and white things surged out of his cracked mind, and his thin body was like a light and withered leaf, discarded from the ground without weight, fluttering away, and crashing into a stall selling soy milk on the side of the road.

The sticky blood, accompanied by the hot freshly baked soy milk, was sprinkled on the snow-white ground, and soon solidified in the cold air.

The pedestrians on the street were stunned, and the great fear spread unscrupulously in their hearts, like an octopus spreading countless tentacles and waving to their heart's content.

Little Lori Yunmeng shrunk into a ball, the look of horror in her eyes was incomprehensible, hugging her knees, ignoring the cold of the ice and snow, hiding behind Zhao Haochen, her delicate little face seemed to be covered by a nightmare, covering her eyes with both hands, not daring to watch the next scene.

Zhao Haochen's eyes became cold and sharp, his pupils instantly tightened, and the murderous aura slammed up his robe.

The hooves of the horses that trampled down suddenly lost their strength in the air, and the wailing horses resounded throughout the four fields, and the two slender and strong front legs rushed forward, and the girl who sat on them staggered, and the cold and poignant face of the veil emerged.

The slender and enchanting beautiful legs stepped on the stirrups fiercely, jumped up, and fell dangerously on the snow next to them, the cold wind blew off the light veil, and the bewitching face was breathtaking.

The white horse fell to the ground suddenly, embarrassed, and the same beautiful woman supported the frightened teenager and stood aside, with a faint sweet and touching smile.

"Zhuge Wan'er!"

The young man's waist was still wrapped around the silk thread, and before he could let go, everyone's surprised eyes were condensed.

The warm face and the sweet smile are even more gorgeous, and a thrilling beauty is displayed in the pupils of everyone.

The woman who brushed off the light veil, the raging anger in her eyes, as if she was about to burn the world, the anger overflowed, grabbed the horsewhip in her hand, and whipped towards Zhuge Wan'er, who had not yet gained a firm foothold, the whistling wind seemed to tell the misery of this world, Zhuge Wan'er's face was cold, and she sighed helplessly.

Helplessly, this whip was too fast, and he was caught off guard, and he was already prepared in his heart.

The whistling whip was like an angry snake, and the fangs of the cold were shrouded in the cold breath, and the cold was resolute.

Zhao Haochen "snorted" from his nose, the awe-inspiring murderous aura condensed around his body, the breath of heaven and earth became more cold to the bone, and the sharp long sword tied to his waist suddenly jumped out of the scabbard, and the loud sword chant seemed to announce that the heaven and the earth, the sword is the king, and it has been sealed for a long time, which does not mean that the king's aura is gone.

The raging whiplash came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, and pieces of wreckage fell to the ground, as if silently announcing the girl's defeat.

"Bold maniac......" The cold voice just came out, the frosty eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if something flashed in his mind, his pupils constricted, staring at Zhao Haochen, after a long time, his voice regained some temperature, "I don't know what Shaoxia means?"

"I have to take care of the injustices in the world!" The handsome face nodded slightly to Zhuge Wan'er, and a bright smile appeared, without looking directly at the woman at all, his eyes kept staring at Zhuge Wan'er's soft and delicate body, and his voice was cold to the bone.

"Oh?" the girl didn't laugh angrily, the cold wind blew the gauze skirt on his body away, the delicate body reflected in his eyes, the clothes on his body were very few, a large area of snow-white skin was exposed to the cold air of winter, and a charming smile with a touch of pride, "Shaoxia is not joking, right?"

"Laughing?!" Zhao Haochen's voice seemed to have thousands of cold ballasts surging around.

"The Holy King has given an order, and anyone who wields the sword can be killed!" The coquettish voice revealed smugness, laughing, waiting to watch Zhao Haochen's dilemma, as if he was looking forward to some international blockbuster.

"Saint King?" Zhao Haochen was sure enough, a touch of horror appeared on her exquisite face, and the girl nodded a little proudly, but her eyes were about to protrude in the next sentence, and she couldn't believe her ears, "What kind of bullshit is the Saint King?"