"Han Shaojun, are you okay?" Seeing that he suddenly spitting blood, his eyes were red, and a trace of abnormal blush appeared on his face, Chen Qianqian was really scared and asked hurriedly.

She was indeed very worried, but it was not Han Shuo herself who was worried about.

Although she is kind, she is not so concerned about a bad person who always wants to take her life.

What she was worried about was that once Han Shuo was pissed to death, the whole plot might have completely collapsed. The male protagonist was dead, what other reason does this world exist?

"If you don't have to worry the third princess, Han will not die in a while." Han Shuo stared at Chen Qianqian. The resentment in his eyes made him shudder, his heart trembled, and he couldn't help but approach Xiang Su Jin.

"This matter is not as simple as you imagined. If it weren't for this, would you think the city lord would let you go?" Su Jin held the timid Chen Qianqian and said in a deep voice to Han Shuo.

"Of course this matter is not simple, and the follow-up will be endless." Han Shuo took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, gently wiped away the blood from his lips, and chuckled: "Three Princess, Guard Su, thank you for your great kindness and great virtue, and you will be rewarded in the future."

Su Jin shook his head and sighed: "You still don't understand..."

"Two, don't be polite at this gate. Han Shaojun, hurry up and let your people come out and move all these rewards into the mansion. The old slave will go back early to report his life." The old eunuch was not sure about the complex relationship between the three of them, and interrupted the implicit conversation.

Han Shuo nodded and walked into the yard without saying a word. After a while, Bai Ji hurried over with two servants and carried several large boxes of rewards into the mansion...

"Shaojun, are you okay?" He ordered the two servants to send the box into his room. Bai Ji rushed to Han Shuo immediately and asked with a worried expression.

Although Shaojun's condition has always been very serious, this is the first time that his face looks so ugly, and it is as if the deadline is approaching.

"I'm fine..." Han Shuo sat slowly on the chair, silently resolutely, constantly adjusting his disordered internal strength and manic temper, and said indifferently: "Pick a group of dead soldiers who are willing to die, give them all the rewards from the Lord of Huayuan City today, treat them as their life-buying money, and then let them kill Chen Qianqian and Su Jin at all costs. Even if they want to break this day, they must die!!"

Bletilla: "…"

A few days later, in the evening.

Chen Qianqian sat on a swing in the backyard, shaking her long legs while blowing the night breeze and eating homemade salads.

"Swoosh..."

Suddenly, a green steel needle tear the air and came quickly, stabbing Chen Qianqian in the middle of her eyebrows.

Su Jin raised his right hand and pinched the steel needle on his fingertips like catching a mosquito. He bounced his fingers against his backhand, and the green steel needle turned into a green light, flew backwards at a faster speed, puffing through a person's throat.

"This is the third wave in four days. Are there not enough people who died?" Even without looking, Chen Qianqian knew the outcome of the assassin and suddenly lost the mood to eat.

Su Jin said seriously: "That's how the so-called dead soldiers are used. Strictly speaking, they are a batch of relatively expensive consumables. Except for you, including Han Shuo, no one will care about their life and death."

"It's so cold-blooded." Chen Qianqian said.

Su Jin was wisely not arguing with her, and Youyou said: "The dead soldiers he brought were limited. Including the first wave of three assassinations of me, he lost nine good players. He suffered heavy losses and should be able to calm down for a while. If he still couldn't see the situation clearly, then I would just wait and continue to kill until no one was available to him."

"Shaojun, we can't continue like this anymore." In the courtyard, Bai Ji knelt in front of Han Shuo's wooden door and said heartbrokenly: "If you continue assassinating like this, you will soon become a lonely person."

Han Shuo was still wearing the moon-white long suit, holding a folding fan in his hand, slowly walked out of the room, crossed the kneeling Baiji, and walked out of the courtyard: "After this, you get up, continue copying books, I'll go out for a walk alone."

Bai Ji reminded him very worriedly: "If Shaojun meets Su Jin again, just ignore him. He doesn't dare to do anything to you anyway, but he must not have any disputes with him anymore. This person is very evil..."

"Looking!" Han Shuo waved his hand, walked two or three steps, stepped out of the courtyard gate, and walked aimlessly in the huge mansion.

After a while, he turned around a hand-broken paradise and came to the colorful flower garden. He had just taken a breath of fresh air. He suddenly saw Chen Qianqian wearing a red palace dress and holding a net bag in his hand, catching butterflies on the path of the flower garden, and an adulterer who was lying among the flowers drinking not far away.

The mood, which had been slightly improved, suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley again, and the liver fire rushed up uncontrollably, making him full of hostility. His eyes were like wild animals, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat!

Seeing Chen Qianqian happily grabbing the net bag and running towards the adulterer with brisk steps, Han Shuo clenched his fists together, trying to restrain his thoughts of rushing forward to showdown and accusing him, and quickly turned around and left.

If he left a little later, he was afraid that he would lose control...

He moved a small stool and sat in the yard. While blew the breeze of Xixi, Bai Ji, who was copying books, saw that he was coming back so soon. He was about to ask the reason, suddenly remembered the "hard lessons" in the past. He quickly pressed all his doubts back to his heart, stood up and greeted: "Shaojun."

Han Shuo was filled with a bitter aura, like a rolling black clouds, swallowing Bai Ji's weak and helpless body: "Bai Ji..."

"Yes, Shaojun." Bai Ji's heart tightened and he quickly responded.

"Go and find some poisons that can cause miscarriage and go to Chen Qianqian's meal... aren't they passionate about love? I wonder if they can laugh again after they learn that their evil seeds have a miscarriage!" Han Shuo, who turned black, said coldly.

Bai Ji's heart was shocked. Under Han Shuo's powerful aura, he opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

Gradually, the sun sets.

Bai Ji looked around the six directions and listened to all directions. He secretly came to the princess's house, gently opened the door, rushed in like lightning, and evenly applied a small bottle of colorless and odorless liquid to a green glass cup used to produce soup.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a figure suddenly flashed at the door, scaring him so much that he hurriedly used his internal force, jumped up, and wanted to jump to the wooden beam on the roof. However, he didn't control his strength for a while, and his head hit the stone tiles on the roof, knocking himself unconscious.

Outside the wooden door, Su Jin pushed the door and walked in. Looking at the red and swollen big bag on her head, Bai Ji, who was unconscious, couldn't help scratching her head.
Chapter completed!