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Chapter 146 Chapter 145: Yunan City Patrol Guards (1 daily updates, please subscribe)
Luoyang City, a small city hundreds of miles away from the capital of Qianguo.

This is a small city in the westernmost part of the Qian Kingdom. Most of the people living in the city are ordinary people.

Warriors are rarely encountered, and everyone's life is very poor.

Occasionally, a few children were chasing and frolicking on the street with wooden swords, one of them played the role of knight, and the rest played the role of villain.

"You are the real dragon master?" One of the chubby little boys, with saliva still hanging from the corner of his mouth, pretended to be an adult and walked eight steps away. Two children behind him held a small wooden sword in their hands.

"Want to snatch my real dragon? No way!" Among them, the little boy who played the role of knight, swung the wooden sword in his hand.

After a while, a group of young adults scuffled together.

"Go away, go away! What a bunch of little kids are messing around here!" A man in brocade clothes kicked away a child who was blocking his way.

There are more than ten people following behind, all of them are martial arts experts, they are gorgeously dressed, and the cloud patterns on their robes are also very particular.

However, all of them had a dusty look on their faces, and a heavy dust on their boots.

The little boy who played the role of a knight rolled to the ground, and the wooden sword in his hand was broken directly.

"Wow~~~"

At the same time, these children frolicking on the street were so frightened by the menacing crowd that they all fell to the ground and cried non-stop.

The people in the shops on the side of the street hurriedly picked up their children, and wanted to go forward to argue, but seeing that all the people who came here were dressed in brocade clothes, they were arrogant.

They had no choice but to hug their child in a hurry, comforted them in a low voice, and were about to return to their respective shops when they heard a cold voice from a man behind.

"Hold on."

"My lord, what's the matter?" A middle-aged man dressed plainly, with a short beard, had a lot of silver hair on his temples, his robes were already white with starch, and there were several shallow spots on the robes. patch.

"Has anyone suspicious appeared in your Luoyang City recently?" The noble young master in brocade clothes slowly raised the hilt of his sword with his right thumb, revealing half an inch of cold light on the blade, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"This, this." Noticing the cold light on the long sword at the young man's waist, the middle-aged man subconsciously took a few steps back, pushed his little boy behind him tightly, and said timidly, "I didn't see it."

"What about you?" The young man in brocade clothes turned his attention to several other people.

Everyone pushed their children behind them.I'm afraid that children who don't understand will bump into these nobles and cause disasters.

"Don't be afraid, we are not bad people." The young man withdrew his hand, put the long sword back into the scabbard again, and looked at the reactions of these ordinary people in front of him with great satisfaction.

"Fear, fear!"

"Think about it again, is there any suspicious person around here?"

The young master walked slowly towards the group of ordinary people, and a faint aura was instantly released from his body.

Although it was very weak, it still made this group of ordinary people walk on thin ice. Many of them could only tightly protect their children, knelt down and begged, "My lord, we really haven't seen any suspicious people."

Seeing his father's body trembling uncontrollably, the little boy playing the role of knight gritted his teeth and said, "Bad guy!"

"Ok?"

The young prince in brocade clothes stared coldly at the innocent little boy.

The middle-aged man hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy, "My lord, please forgive me. Children are ignorant, so please be more tolerant. If you have anything to do, direct it at me, don't hurt the child."

"child?"

The young master immediately turned his anger into joy, and said with a smile, "Indeed, you shouldn't be as knowledgeable as a child."

"You are the child!" The little boy grabbed his father's robe and kept pulling hard, hoping to lift his father up from the ground.

"My lord, forgive me! My lord, forgive me!"

The middle-aged man covered his son's mouth, his eyes were full of horror, and there was a trace of strict restraint from his father in his eyes.

"Crack!" There was a loud voice.

The young man just waved his palm lightly in the air, half of the middle-aged man's face was completely swollen.

"Father!" Seeing the blood overflowing from the corner of his father's mouth, the little boy couldn't help it, and burst into tears.

"It's my father's fault to raise or not to teach!"

The young master ignored the crowd and walked directly towards the center of the city, followed by more than a dozen young men and women in gorgeous clothes.

The ordinary people on the side hurriedly gave way to a path, just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the little boy whose father's half face was red and swollen, he turned around and threw half of the wooden sword in his hand at the group of young princes in brocade clothes with all his strength.

"Bad people! Bad people! You are all bad people!"

Seeing this scene, the scalps of the people beside them were numb, and looking at the trajectory of the half of the small wooden sword, there was a chill of despair in their hearts.

No one went to stop it, the half of the small wooden sword flew directly over the heads of these young gentlemen, and just happened to hit the top of the head of the young gentleman in front.

"how can that be?"

The young man in brocade clothes moved his five fingers away from the top of his head, and blood flowed from between his fingers.

"Who is it? Stand up for the young master!"

When the accompanying people saw the blood flowing from the young man's forehead, they were also shocked.

Zuo Gai, the strength of the peak of the second rank, the son of the patrol envoy of the Southern Region.

Also, the person in charge of Yunancheng Xinjin sent to Qianguo to investigate the authenticity of the real dragon's birth.

A group of them chased all the way from the capital of Qianguo to this desolate place in the west.

He was once angry, but now he was attacked and injured in this desolate barren land.

Zuo Gai was arrogant, but not stupid, how could a child hurt him.

The two rows of patrol guards behind were also watching the surroundings vigilantly. When the half of the small wooden sword flew over just now, none of them noticed.

They are all of the strength of the second rank, and they can be regarded as peak existences in this barren land of the Southern Region.

Unexpectedly, someone could injure Zuo Gai without anyone noticing.

The patrolling guards slowly leaned together to form a tight defensive formation, with eight outside and four inside, protecting the left cover in the middle.

After a long time, I saw two old men walking out of a grocery store, one was wearing a black robe and was carrying a large basket of vegetables on his shoulders.

The other old man was wearing a gray shirt, holding a bamboo basket in each hand, which was full of various cooking and steaming ingredients.

The sudden appearance of two old men made everyone in the small street lose their minds for a while.

The people on the streets of Luoyang City protected their children and hurriedly hid in the shop. The empty-handed boy was still staring at the patrolling guards not far away who were maintaining their formation with resentment in their eyes, with deep hatred in their eyes. He stared at Zuo Gai.

"You two old men, don't die, dare to come out! Those people are not easy to mess with, they are all warriors."

A well-meaning citizen reminded softly when he closed the last gap in his door.

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