The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1211 - 648: "General Zhao, Long Time No See.
Is that really the case? Zhao Douan heard this answer, and suddenly realized.
This means that this guy’s trajectory of action is almost identical to theirs, all being chased out, just that the "refugees" they encountered weren’t the same group.
Therefore, at first, both sides hadn’t met, until the "recruitment" team of the Liao Clan merged, gathering the two groups of refugees together, they happened to meet.
What a fateful encounter...
And Han Zhao’s head was buzzing, feeling both the embarrassment of his bragging being publicly debunked, and more of a sense of shock.
His Master, who always maintained a "neutral" stance, actually favored the court so much, doesn’t this mean that the Heavenly Master Mansion has taken a stand?
Getting involved in this chaotic battle?
Has the situation decayed to this extent?
Han Zhao fell into deep thought.
Being chosen by Zhang Yan Yi as a disciple naturally meant he wasn’t ordinary. Beneath the seemingly casual exterior hid a keen understanding of worldly matters.
Han Zhao once again glanced at the "Tuoba Weizhi" sitting cross-legged nearby with an expressionless face, curious thoughts bubbling up.
The guardian High Priest of La Garden becoming the servant of Junior Guardian Zhao... damn, this information could surely fetch a high price...
Of course, he only thought about it. Knowing the weight behind this matter, he naturally wouldn’t leak it.
Even with endless questions in his heart, Han Zhao forced himself to endure and didn’t pursue the real intention his Master had in taking the Priest away.
"By the way," Zhao Douan suddenly seemed to remember something and asked curiously,
"Brother Han, during your escape... ahem, retreat, did you suffer a great loss of cultivation?"
Han Zhao was momentarily stunned, then shook his head and said: 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
"No, my cultivation is fine... um, I have some injuries, but they’re not serious."
He habitually wanted to brag, but then quickly added.
Zhao Douan "oh"-ed, strangely said:
"Then why did Brother Han deliberately take that bandit’s whip earlier? By the way, why were you fighting?"
When Han Zhao mentioned it, he was filled with anger and complained:
"You mean that guy, before this we were casually talking, and we agreed to gamble. As it turns out, his gambling ethics were terrible, he lost and wouldn’t admit it, how could I tolerate that? So I argued with him..."
He paused and helplessly sighed:
"Who would’ve thought it would attract that bandit, ha, such a fierce whip, if it had hit that refugee with terrible gambling ethics, he might’ve been severely injured if not dead. As a cultivator, I’m better at withstanding blows than ordinary people, it hardly hurt, so I blocked it for him."
As he spoke, he winked and grinned mischievously:
"As for why I didn’t reveal my cultivation... hehe, aren’t you guys also hiding? I didn’t want to be targeted by masterful Liao people just after escaping..."
Zhao Douan listened to his explanation in a daze.
His gaze became somewhat strange.
He felt that the image of this "Han Laosi" was getting more complex. He seemed as "fond of gambling" as the rumors said, yet underneath the jesting, there was a bit of a heroic spirit.
A remarkable person.
He labeled him in his heart.
"Coward."
Jin Jian crossed his arms, disdainfully commented on Han Zhao’s actions, confidently saying:
"For a bit of money, you really tarnish the face of our Heavenly Master Mansion."
Yu Xiu: "..."
The female Taoist held her forehead, thinking that you really have the nerve to say that... One loves money like life, the other gambles like life... this generation of Heavenly Master Mansion’s reputation is utterly ruined.
Zhao Douan was about to say something with a cheerful smile when he suddenly noticed a group of people walking towards them in the distance, led by none other than the Princely Heir of the Mu Prince Manor.
At this moment, the sun was setting, the group of thousands had gathered in pairs or threes on this desolate land, some fires had already been lit.
The refugees around, seeing the Princely Heir approach, retreated like a tide.
Several of them exchanged glances, silently stood up, and prepared to leave, but were stopped by the Princely Heir.
"Humph, stop! Did I say you could leave?"
The eldest son of the Mu Prince spoke sinisterly, while more than ten bandit soldiers behind him drew their swords, sarcastically surrounding the five.
Zhao Douan hurriedly lowered his head, trying to look frightened:
"Honored one... do you have any orders?"
The eldest son didn’t even look at him, his gaze slyly fell on Yu Xiu’s restored face, his eyes brightened, and he said with a smile:
"What a beautiful face, humph, this Princely Heir has seen countless beauties, I noticed during the day that you were deliberately playing ugly, interesting, interesting, I didn’t expect to find such a young lady among the refugee group."
The Princely Heir was pleased with himself, further examining Jin Jian and Tuoba Weizhi, becoming more amazed:
"And these two, tsk tsk, so handsome, did you really think blackening your faces could fool this Princely Heir’s eyes?"
Zhao Douan stepped in front of the three women, softly saying:
"Princely Heir, these are the women of my household, I beg you, please be merciful..."
Han Zhao curiously glanced at him, then followed with a smile:
"Indeed, we beg you, Princely Heir..."
"You are all together?"
The Princely Heir seemed slightly surprised, then smiled and gleefully stared at Zhao Douan:
"How about this, let these women serve this Princely Heir well tonight, and if this Princely Heir is satisfied, tomorrow I’ll grant you a way to survive, how about that?"
Zhao Douan looked hesitant, then nervously glanced at the fierce bandit soldiers around them, "timidly" turned his head, and looked at Yu Xiu:
"Wife, go with the Princely Heir for a while."
Yu Xiu: ??
Meanwhile, all three women simultaneously heard Zhao Douan’s "Secret Transmission" in their minds:
"Finish him off, and make sure to interrogate him first, see how much he knows about the Liao Tribe’s forces."
Seeing this scene, the eldest son of the Mu Prince was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter, waving his hand:
"Smart move, take these three young ladies to my tent."
