Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 45

Ying Zige frowned, and touched his chin with his hand.

His eyes lit up in the next second!
"Come on, my son is in a good mood today, let's go out for a stroll together."

While speaking, his gaze had already landed on Yuanhong Sword.

The inheritance of the Juggernaut is no longer very attractive...

But don't be in vain.

It's just that there is a more important thing to do now, which is more important than opening the inheritance of the Juggernaut.

Besides, when the inheritance of the Juggernaut is activated, the system will inevitably be triggered, who knows if the system will be surprised.

Therefore, it is best to turn on the system late at night, so that even if there is any accident, it will not be known to outsiders.

"Yes!" Jian Nu and Han Baichuan frowned, and their faces were full of doubts.

The thirteenth son wants to go out for a walk?
Since the last time I encountered an assassin on the street, since then, I have never left the door, like a lady of every family, and when people mention it, they look contemptuous.

What's going on today?
Why did he suddenly have such an elegant mood?

With doubts in their hearts, the two prepared to follow.

The Yuanhong sword was lying quietly on the table like this. If this sharp sword had thoughts, it must be crying at this moment.

Lao Tzu is a famous existence in the dignified weapon list, so he was directly ignored like this?
This boy Ying Zige is too reckless.

……

noon.

The sun is hot.

The streets of Xianyang are full of traffic.

As the largest city in Daqin, this place is very prosperous, and it is full of human heads from afar.

On the street, all kinds of small businesses and hawkers kept selling.

There are even people from other races appearing here.

Ying Zige had already changed into a gorgeous attire, with a shining jade pendant on his waist.

In that era, anyone who was able to wear the jade pendant had already proved that he was from the royal family.

Coupled with the unruly smile on his face, it instantly made people guess his identity.

Everyone's eyes fell on this side.

I saw Ying Zige walking forward step by step with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

There are two followers behind him.

The clothes of the two attendants looked very worn out, with patches piled on top of them.

It can be seen how stingy this master is?
One of them held a wooden sword in his arms, with a sad face.

Anyone who saw him couldn't help wondering in his heart: Did I owe him money?

As for the other follower, he was handsome and handsome, with indifferent eyes, as if no one in the world could fall into his eyes.

There is a saber hanging from his waist, but the saber is full of rust, which shows that the owner is simply saving money.

On the streets of Xianyang, everyone is no stranger to Ying Zige.

After Ying Zige traveled here for the first time, he was naturally very interested in this world, and his figure often appeared in the busy market of Xianyang.

However, since the assassination incident, Ying Zige has retreated into the palace.

It has been a long time since anyone saw his appearance.

Seeing him appearing in front of everyone again now, everyone was surprised.

"It seems to be the thirteenth son?"

"I haven't seen him for a long time, and he showed up again today? Last time I was so scared that my ass pissed, this will heal the scar and forget the pain."

"In my opinion, he is too naive after all. Who doesn't know that the assassins sent by the remnants of the six kingdoms have gathered here in Xianyang. Not to mention the figures of the son level, even in Xianyang Palace, a small official dares to If you travel alone, you will definitely be attacked by assassins."

"The thirteenth son is too careless. This time he only brought two followers out. One of the followers has a face full of bad luck. Isn't this going to be assassinated?"

"Yeah, look at them, the master is domineering, his nostrils are upturned, and he looks like he died early. Coupled with that frowning follower, Xiang Shi may sing mourning at any time. I see..."

……

Among the crowd, those hidden ridicules came and went.

Some people looked at Ying Zige with gloating eyes.

Others shook their heads and sighed, thinking that this idiot survived the last time, why did he really come out this time?

In particular, some people from the later generations actually followed behind with a smile, as if they were about to start a good show.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Ying Zige's face was covered with dark lines.

What do you mean by this?

Looking at it like this, it's like recruiting an assassin.

However, when I came here today, I really wanted to meet the assassin, otherwise...

The corners of Ying Zige's mouth turned up slightly, ready to ignore these ignorant people and continue to walk forward slowly.

At this moment, in a nearby teahouse, several people were smiling and looking at Ying Zige, pointing and pointing.

On one of the tea seats, sat an old man with white beard and hair. The old man's adoptive father looked upright, stroking his beard, nodding and sneering slightly.

"I see, within five steps, the thirteenth son will definitely suffer from bloodshed."

(End of this chapter)