Chapter 3 The Prince and the Riot

There is no doubt that this weird guy who calls himself "Gao Sen" is a guy with a weird personality that is difficult to reason to infer. And from An Ruoran's perspective, he is probably the kind of weird guy who has a special habit of loli. But no matter what, no one wants to go against this monster that can punch out a deep pit with one punch. So facing Gao Sen's open arms, An Ruoran still accepted the hug helplessly, even though the skeletons were creaking all over his body at this moment...

After the hug, Gao Sen's attitude towards An Ruoran and the others suddenly improved a lot, but his words were often too concise, so it was necessary to rely on Vivian's translation to make everyone understand. However, it is not a good time to ask Gao Sen's origin. On the shallow not far below, the young knight was surrounded by hundreds of people. Judging from his actions of drawing his sword but not daring to attack, he was obviously afraid of hurting the innocent.

"Well, I remember when I was a magic dragon, I often saw this kind of scene." In the confused eyes of everyone, Naya had already jumped on Sensen's shoulder and explained proudly: "It's obvious that the guy just snatched three girls and was about to take them back to the cave - no, take them home to enjoy! But it's awful. He was discovered by the villagers while running away, and then..."

"Oh, you must have done this often at the beginning!" An Ruoran shrugged helplessly and turned to look at the people beside him. However, at this moment, Jun An, who had a strange expression, suddenly took a few steps forward and said in surprise: "Wait, why do I think that figure is so... Damn, Artest, that's Artest!"

"Ateste?" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, but a few seconds later, he suddenly realized that it was the name of the fifth prince. At the same time, Junan had pulled out his long sword without hesitation and rushed down the hillside with two servants. Looking at his rescue behavior, An Ruoran couldn't help but shake his head in confusion and said in surprise: "If I remember correctly, the fifth prince seems to be a competitor to the throne, then wouldn't it be better to watch him be killed directly?"

"If the eldest prince Cruise is trapped, Junan will definitely move a stool and eat melon seeds." Weiya gently pushed the wheelchair and replied thoughtfully, "But His Highness Artest is a very upright and cheerful person. He has maintained a good relationship with all the princes except Cruise. In fact, this highness has been fighting with the sea tribes on the South China Sea border for a long time, and was not summoned back to the city half a month ago."

While speaking, Jun'an had already arrived at the shallows with two servants and rushed into the crowd smoothly. But it was strange that even though he held up the token symbolizing the royal family, the mobs took a few steps back and then continued to siege under the bewitchment of the white-robed mage. At this time, Jun'an, who did not dare to hurt the civilians, was trapped instead. He could only stand back to back with Artest, drawing his sword to prevent the residents from getting too close.

"No, it's just a few hundred untouchables! Even if Jun'an can't kill him, can't Artest be killed?" Naya narrowed his eyes slightly, looking a little confused. An Ruoran smiled and patted his forehead and said, "Naya, you don't understand politics! Don't forget that it's close to the imperial capital. If someone secretly spreads the news of the prince slaughtering civilians..."

Hearing his explanation, Naya suddenly realized that perhaps the Prince Cruise was willing to do this. An Ruoran frowned slightly, and vaguely felt that this was not easy to deal with. It seemed that he would be surrounded by him when he went down to save the person. However, after thinking for a moment, he smiled slightly and looked at Vivian intentionally or unintentionally. As if he understood what he meant, Vivian immediately hugged Gao Sen's neck and said coquettishly: "Sen Sen, can you help us save people?"

"If you have any trouble, just kill me!" Nodded expressionlessly, Gao Sen slowly raised a huge rock and threw it out in the standard position of throwing shot put. Amid Vivian's scream, everyone couldn't help but change their color, and they couldn't bear to see the terrifying scene of blood splashing on the spot. However, to their surprise, the huge rock suddenly fell when it was about to approach the crowd, and fell heavily into the mud flat, causing splashing mud in the sky.

"Well, is this guy aiming there on purpose?" An Ruoran looked at Gao Sen in surprise, and suddenly felt that he wanted to reassess the guy's IQ. In fact, just as he expected, Gao Sen also slowly turned his head to look at him, and then pointed at his forehead: "I'm not stupid, I'm just too lazy to think too much!"

"Oh, I admit this!" I don't know how to answer, An Ruoran simply chose not to answer. At the same time, relying on the powerful deterrence of the huge rock, the mobs finally took a few steps back in fear, allowing Jun'an and Artest to take the opportunity to escape.

Protecting several weak women tied up, the two high men retreated to the edge of the hillside in a mess and joined An Ruoran and the others. Before everyone could ask, Artest shouted angrily: "Silly mob, they actually want to put all these girls into the reservoir to marry the damn water god!"

From An Ruoran's perspective, the highness is only about twenty-five years old, with long golden hair scattered on the silver light armor, which is quite a bit of a military general. Unlike Junan's pale face, his thick eyebrows and big eyes are not handsome, but he looks heroic against the backdrop of his high nose bridge. However, it is different from Junan's feminine personality. Artest is very irritable in his speech and behavior, and obviously belongs to the kind of impatient person.

However, impatientness also has the benefits of impatientness. For example, before everyone could ask, Artest briefly revealed the story. It turned out that not long ago, a water monster suddenly appeared in the Miluo Reservoir, which took more than a dozen lives in just half a month, and even the local guardians had no choice. In a panic, the white-robed mage suddenly appeared mysteriously. He claimed that he had the dream of the water monster and came to negotiate with the residents.

According to the negotiation agreement, the water monster promised not to hurt people in the future, but it asked the residents to recognize it as the water god and offer three beauties as its wives, and also provide enough food. In order to show sincerity, the water monster did not come out to hurt people in the next few days. Seeing this, the residents finally had no choice but to follow the power and held a sacrificial ceremony under the guidance of the white-robed mage...

"Three beauties? Well, this water god has a big appetite, but isn't it afraid of kidney deficiency?" Unlike Artest's angry expression, An Ruoran showed a strange smile and looked at the mage thoughtfully, "But a mere initial mage dares to claim to be the messenger of the water god, which is really interesting!"

"Mr. An, how do you know that he is a junior level?" Antester was slightly stunned and asked in surprise. However, it was not the time to discuss this. Under the bewitching of the white-robed mage, the people who had escaped from the panic had forced themselves up again, shouting loudly as they confessed to their guilt. Junan took a few steps forward under the cover of several guards, raised the token high and said, "I am the third prince Junan, I will order you to retreat with your majesty's will! Regarding the invasion of the water monster, I promise to do it for you..."

"Don't listen to him, when will these nobles think about us?" Before he finished speaking, the white-robed mage had already raised his staff and screamed. The people were slightly stunned, and then rushed forward again, and some even threw stones and soil. Junan and Artest looked at each other, obviously unable to understand this strange riot - you know, although the relationship between the civilians and the nobles was not good, it would not make them angry to this extent, and even openly besieged the royal family members!

"So that's it, I understand..." However, in the confusing astonishment, An Ruoran, who was staring at the crowd, suddenly smiled and then gently snapped his fingers. Before the sound fell, the two bone tigers had already roared out of thin air. More than a dozen mobs in the front row could not dodge and fell to the ground by the bone tiger. In the face of this death threat, the remaining mobs finally slowly retreated and did not dare to provoke again.

"Young man, your power is very strong!" The white-robed mage was shocked and took a few steps, and his expression gradually became ugly. However, after hesitating for a moment, he still took a few steps forward and shouted with a stern voice, "But what do you want to do? You want to use this evil power to hurt unarmed civilians? There are two other princes. When the water god descended here, where are you, and what power do you have to suddenly jump out to interfere?"

Hearing the mage's words, the mobs immediately raised their arms and roared again, in danger of rushing forward again. An Ruoran stood there expressionlessly until he was sure that the dark light was shining in the crowd. He opened his left palm as if nothing had happened and sighed softly: "Correction, I have no intention of stopping it. To be precise, I want to ask everyone to see this thing..."

With his words, the civilians instinctively looked at An Ruoran's left hand. In the astonished eyes of everyone, the man suddenly smiled slightly, reached out and pointed his forehead gently. In an instant, a silver light flashed through the one-eyed eyes, and hundreds of crowded civilians petrified at the same time. Only the mage relied on his own magic resistance to barely escape from the range of petrified light!

"Stone, petrification..." The silver-robed mage was obviously very sensible. He quickly turned around and fled while screaming. But before he could run out of ten meters, the whistling blood soul spear had arrived, and the shallows were trembling. In the rolling smoke and dust, a lazy voice sounded behind: "If I were you, I would kneel down and beg for mercy immediately. This is the best choice to save my life!"

Before he finished speaking, the mage had already kneeled down to the ground, even if he shouted slogans, it was not so neat. Almost at the same time, the mobs had also escaped from petrochemical techniques. Looking at the white-robed mage who was kneeling on the ground, they stopped in shock after rushing a few meters, and their expressions seemed extremely confused.

"It seems that you are all awake." An Ruoran shrugged his shoulders without any reason, stepped on the head and neck of the silver-robed mage, pulled off his necklace with his right hand, and threw it gently on the ground: "What an idiot. He actually used a chain of bewitching civilians in front of me. This is simply a big axe in front of Lu Ban's door..."

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