Chapter 177 Message

Su Mu'an was a very strange child.

After hearing that Xu Han was the Young Manor Master of Tiance Prefecture, the child changed his attitude and tried to be Xu Han's personal bodyguard.

Xu Han asked him why, and the youth said without thinking, "Because you are a great hero."

Xu Han was puzzled. He believed that he had never done anything in his life that could afford the word.

It wasn't until Su Mu'an said what he thought that Xu Han burst into laughter.

"The Tian Ce Mansion is full of good people. If you can become the Manor Master, you are naturally a good person amongst good people. Then you must be a great hero."

Xu Han, who had witnessed this child's extraordinary logic before, naturally wouldn't argue with him. He asked about Su Mu'an 's father and checked with Mr. Lu before finding out.

Su Mu'an did indeed have a father called Su Guwei, who seemed to be an old man from the Mu Clan back then. Before the Mu Wang Inverse case happened, because his father was critically ill, he had no choice but to resign from his post in the army. Only then did he escape the calamity. A few days ago, he was taken back to Chang'an by the Long Night Division under the pretext of being a fugitive criminal.

Knowing this, Xu Han immediately felt at ease, so he let Su Mu'an let him be his own nominal "bodyguard".

Su Mu'an, who had obtained such an honor, could be said to be proud of herself. For the past few days, she had a smile on her face that could not be closed, causing everyone to burst into laughter as well. She secretly felt that this child was very interesting.

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Everyone hurried for three days and walked a full three hundred li. There were still seven to eight days' journey from Chang'an.

Today, they went on their way as usual. Walking behind Xu Han, Ye Hongjian looked at the youth. The boy with the sword on his back that did not match his body suddenly became interested. He asked, "Little An'an, can you show me your sword?"

Hearing this, Su Mu'an, who originally had a smile on his face, immediately revealed an alert expression. He looked vigilantly at Ye Hong Jian behind him, his eyes widened, and he shook his head vigorously.

"What? Is it still a treasure?" Seeing him like this, Ye Hongjian wanted to play a trick on him. She looked up and down at the pair of swords with a mocking expression and curled her lips. "Rubbish, it doesn't look like it either."

When he said this, he immediately stepped on the little fellow's painful foot.

"What's wrong? My father said that this is something passed down from our ancestors. It's a divine weapon left behind by my father's father's father." The boy held his fingers and said seventeen fathers in a row.

In the past few days, everyone had been tortured by the boy's seventeen father narrative methods, causing their brains to ache. Ye Hongjian waved her hand repeatedly, not wanting to argue with a child about this matter. "Good, good, good. It's a treasure. It's a treasure, okay?"

"Then show me. Broaden your horizons, I won't steal from you. I'm from the Tian Ce Mansion, and I'm a good person." Ye Hongjian continued, her eyes revealing a crafty smile like a fox.

Everyone in the surroundings burst into laughter, but they didn't break it. Instead, they watched with interest. After all, it was boring to travel along the way. With a little fellow like Su Mu'an around, it brought a lot of joy to everyone.

Hearing this, Su Mu'an was stunned. He tilted his head and sized up Ye Hongjian in front of him. This was naturally true, but the smile on Ye Hongjian's face made him a little uneasy.

He thought for a while, but suddenly remembered something and shook his head decisively.

Seeing him like this, Ye Hongjian immediately said loudly, "Why are you so stingy? I'll just take a look."

"My father said that swords are important weapons for slaughter. You can't use them lightly. If you use them, you must drink fresh blood." Su Mu'an said seriously. "This is my dad's dad's dad's dad's…"

Seeing that he wanted to say more than ten fathers in a row, Ye Hongjian immediately panicked. She shook her head repeatedly, "Alright, alright. If you don't look, then don't look."

When the surrounding people saw that Ye Hongjian, who had always been clever and strange, had eaten on Su Mu'an 's body, they immediately burst into laughter and angrily stomped the girl's foot fiercely.

Only Su Mu'an scratched the back of his head with a puzzled expression.

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Before twilight fell, the group arrived at Ningjiao City.

It was almost the same as the satrap of Salt Lake City. After hearing the identities of the people, the satrap of Ningjiao City was first shocked, and then he recovered. He put on a flattering expression and hurriedly arranged accommodation for the people.

"Brother Xu! Manor Master Xu!" However, just as everyone was about to enter the city, a burst of exclamation suddenly came from behind them.

Xu Han was stunned for a moment. He turned around and saw several figures rushing over from afar.

Xu Han frowned and looked at the person. He felt that the person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before. Judging from their appearances, they seemed to be in a sorry state, as if they had escaped from somewhere.

"It's the young master of Heavenly Battle City, Yue Chengpeng." At this time, Mr. Lu whispered in Xu Han's ear.

Xu Han was stunned. He then remembered that it was the turn of the Exquisite Pavilion to take a quick glance at the meeting. However, the two of them did not interact much, so Xu Han could not remember it clearly for a moment.

To this young city lord, Xu Han had heard that other than being ignorant, there wasn't anything bad in his heart. At this moment, he rushed over. Xu Han naturally didn't avoid him. He simply winked at the satrap beside him. The satrap retreated to the side knowingly. A group of people stood at the city gate and waited for the arrival of the Young City Lord.

Only when the other party walked up to them did the crowd see their appearances clearly.

Young City Lord Yue Chengpeng's clothes were riddled with tears. The black-clothed man behind him seemed to be injured, and his footsteps were heavy. His followers were even more ashen-faced, but they could not find the slightest bit of the elegance of the legendary Heavenly Battle Swordsman.

"So it's Brother Yue." Although Xu Han could not understand the other party's intentions, he still bowed politely to the other party.

"Haha, that's right." On the other hand, Yue Chengpeng did not have the slightest bit of consciousness from the young master of Heavenly Battle City, so he casually perfunctorily explained. However, it was as if he was too anxious along the way. At this moment, he pressed his hand on Xu Han's shoulder and hooked his body to catch his breath.

"Didn't Brother Yue represent Heavenly Battle City as a guest of Linglong Pavilion? Why are you in such a sorry state? Did you encounter any misfortune?" Xu Han naturally noticed the other party's peculiarity and immediately asked with concern.

In his heart, he was also secretly curious. This Heavenly Battle City's Yue Fuyao's name was a famous Sword Immortal. Which blind thief dared to attack them?

When everyone heard this, their gazes fell on Yue Chengpeng. They were obviously extremely curious about this matter.

"Don't mention it." At this time, Yue Chengpeng seemed to have recovered a little. "That old monster Sikong Bai doesn't want to do anything good, but he wants to find some sort of Heavenly Punishment Sword to kill the Emperor's son."

"We don't want to, we still have to imprison us."

"Fortunately, Sect Leader Ning and the others clashed with each other and fought together. That's why I escaped under Commander Yu's protection."

"What?" As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd cried out in alarm.

"Then what about Ning Zhu … Sect Leader Ning?" Before Xu Han could ask, Fang Ziyu walked out of the crowd and asked anxiously.

"The rain is too heavy to see clearly, but it seems to be dead." Yue Chengpeng frowned and recalled.

Just as these words fell, Fang Ziyu's face immediately turned pale, and he fell to the ground amidst the cries of the crowd.

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