Akasaka Sword Emperor

Chapter 24 The best Han Shao, Wan Jun's thoughts

"Second Master Wu is here! That's great!"

Han Zhibo was pleasantly surprised when he saw the middle-aged man beside his grandfather Han Kuo.

"Hmph! How dare you come back, you brat?"

Han Kuo looked at Han Zhibo, who was turning from sadness to joy, and snorted coldly, his beard trembling in anger.

And Han Zhibo didn't seem to hear what he said, and he still flattered Wu Erye.

Han Kuo looked at Han Zhibo who was ignoring him. He stretched out his right hand, and saw a flash of light from the storage ring on his index finger, followed by an arm-thick iron rod.

Han Zhibo was thinking in his mind, how to let his Second Master Wu help him regain some face, and at the same time, he said good things to Second Master Wu with a big smile on his face.

"Stinky boy, pass the old man's family law first, and then it's not too late to please you, Second Lord Wu." Han Kuo said angrily.

When Han Zhibo heard his grandfather Han Kuo's angry voice, he trembled all over, his face suddenly turned bitter, how could he ignore this great god!

"Grandpa! Am I your grandson? You are always served by an iron rod. I really doubt whether you picked me up?" Han Zhibo looked at the grandfather holding the iron rod, and asked with aggrieved face.

"Bastard!" Han Kuo cursed angrily when he heard the words, followed by Tao Tian's anger.

When Han Zhibo saw the suddenly furious grandfather, his heart was broken. This time, the matter was serious. He immediately turned to look at Second Master Wu, showing a face full of prayer.

"Don't look at me, if I were you, you should run back to the room and hide now, at worst, let him demolish the house." Second Master Wu said softly.

When Han Zhibo heard the words, his heart suddenly became clear, and he said, "Yes! If I hide in the room and don't open the door, can grandpa still demolish the house?"

"Do you think you can still run back to the room?" Han Kuo said coldly.

Hearing the sound, Han Zhibo raised his head to look at Han Kuo, and then his face suddenly changed, and he saw an iron rod roaring towards him.

"Boom."—

"Aw!"—

The iron rod hit Han Zhibo's shoulder in an instant, causing Han Zhibo to feel as painful as a civet cat whose tail had been stepped on. With a groan, he began to run around the yard.

Behind him, Han Kuo held up an iron rod, and chased him desperately, while cursing endlessly.

"You brat who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, the old man will beat you to death today, so as not to go out and cause trouble again, and ruin my Han family's reputation."

"Tell me yourself, how many times has this old man wiped your butt for you?" Han Kuo stopped, leaning on an iron bar, and asked out of breath.

"I was young when you always wiped my butt, and I don't remember anything at all! Now that I'm this old, I wipe it myself." Han Zhibo hid behind the potted plants in the courtyard, his face full of shock.

"You..." Han Kuo was so angry when he heard that, he even forgot what he wanted to say for a moment.

"Hahaha... that's all right, Brother Han, let's take some things to the Zhao Mansion tonight, and ask that person to make up for it, so we can just settle the matter? Even if you beat this brat to death, it won't help!" Wu Erye persuaded Han Kuo.

"Hey!" Han Kuo threw the iron rod on the ground, sighed, turned and walked towards the room.

"I said, you kid is getting bolder and bolder. You dare to provoke anyone. It's okay!" Second Master Wu looked at Han Zhibo and said with a sinister smile.

"Hey hey... Where, where, the second master is over the prize." Han Zhibo happily replied.

Wu Erye closed his eyes and looked up, slapped himself on the forehead, and said sadly to the sky: "Oh my god! This kid can't even hear good words and irony. What did he grow up on!"

"Second Master, what's the matter with you? Are you hungry? Let me tell you. I grew up eating rice. I don't tell ordinary people." Han Zhibo looked at Second Master Wu who looked up and lamented, and said cautiously.

Hearing the words, Second Master Wu immediately stood up, looked at Han Zhibo expressionlessly, and the corners of his mouth twitched, his body trembled, and he walked towards Han Kuo's room trembling step by step.

"It's so serious? Isn't the second master a great monk? How could he be so hungry when he can live without food?" Han Zhibo said to himself in puzzlement.

"Brother Han, help!" After saying that, Second Master Wu disappeared into the void with a look of pain on his face.

When Second Master Wu met Han Zhibo a few years ago, he was still not like this. What has Han Zhibo been through these years!What made him so superb?This is Wu Erye's last voice.

Mall, Zhao Mansion.

After Zhang Tianxing came to the Zhao family, Zhao Lei, the patriarch of the Zhao family, was extremely flattering to Zhang Tianxing, and every ten words were inseparable and five of them were words of thanks.

Zhao Yulong stood respectfully behind Zhao Lei. He looked at Zhang Tianxing with respect and enthusiasm.

And Zhao Wanjun was in front of the dressing table in the room, and heard her maid Xiaoqing say that after her savior came to the mansion, she was a little panicked.

"Are you sure it's him?" Zhao Wanjun said to the maid Xiaoqing standing behind her.

"Miss is really him, I saw him yesterday." Maid Xiaoqing replied with a smile.

"Then where is he now? What is he doing here? When will he leave?" Zhao Wanjun asked nervously.

Xiaoqing was a little confused by Zhao Wanjun's three consecutive questions.

"Forget it, I'll ask myself." Seeing Xiaoqing's bewildered face, Zhao Wanjun turned around and ran out the door.

"What's the matter, miss? Why do you feel that you have been acting strange since you came back yesterday, and now you are so flustered when you hear your benefactor is here?" Xiao Qing frowned, puzzled.

"Xiaoqing, can you see me going to see him like this?"

Zhao Wanjun who ran outside the door suddenly ran back, and she stood in front of Xiaoqing and turned around.asked eagerly.

"Ah! Miss, are you all right?"

Xiaoqing was a little at a loss by the uncharacteristic Zhao Wanjun in front of her.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little too excited." Zhao Wanjun said with a blushing face.

Xiaoqing looked at the shy Zhao Wanjun and said in surprise: "Miss, you won't like that benefactor!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanjun gave Xiaoqing a supercilious look and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Miss, the master wants you to go to the living room." At this moment, a servant girl's voice came from outside the door.

"I see, you go back and tell my father, I'll be right there." Zhao Wanjun said loudly to the maid outside the door.

"Xiaoqing, I'm a little nervous, feel it, my heart is beating so fast." Zhao Wanjun took Xiaoqing's hand, put it on his chest, and said in a panic.

Xiaoqing looked at Zhao Wanjun seriously and said: "Miss, you have to stay rational! He is a beggar... um, no, he is a hermit from the world, his cultivation is unpredictable, and you, miss..."

When Zhao Wanjun heard this, it was like a basin of cold water poured from the top of her head.

"Yeah, he's an expert, but I'm just an ordinary woman. He can stay young forever, but what about me? I'll be old in ten years." Zhao Wanjun said to herself with a lonely face.

"Miss, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose." Seeing Zhao Wanjun's face suddenly became so ugly, Xiao Qing hurriedly apologized.

She thought she had said something wrong, but in fact Zhao Wanjun had some low self-esteem in her heart.

I fell in love with a monk, but I was unable to practice, and I was doomed to be ordinary all my life.

At this moment, she was timid, even desperate.

She knew that it was impossible for a monk to fall in love with an ordinary woman, because they could not grow old forever.

(End of this chapter)