Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 108 Flick, Then Flick
pinch?
The thirteenth son tried to pinch those court ladies just now, but failed, so he wanted to pinch himself in a blink of an eye?
Sure enough, he has that strange habit.

"Young Master Thirteen, I advise you not to force me. Although I am your follower, I will never obey you in everything!"

"If you want to forcibly persecute, I will die for you right now!"

Han Baichuan gritted his teeth, directly pulled out the wooden sword, and placed the wooden sword across his neck with a look of grief and indignation.

I would rather die than obey!
Seeing the scene in front of him, Ying Zige couldn't help but laugh.

He just wanted to experiment with his grooming skills to see if he could squeeze a smile on the other person's face.

After all, the mission performed this time was a near-death mission. With such a sad thing, it would be very unlucky to go out.

In the end, Han Baichuan wasn't happy anymore?
"What are you thinking about? My son sees that you are so sad every day. This is a sign of bad luck. Think about it, if you didn't have a sad face all day long and brought bad luck to us, why would we go to the land of the Huns?"

Ying Zige said solemnly.

Immediately, Han Baichuan's face changed greatly: "Young Master Thirteen, what did you just say? Are we going to the land of the Huns?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but fight a cold war.

Recently, there has been an uproar in Xianyang City. Those Huns came in, crossed the border, and slaughtered more than a dozen villages, which made His Majesty furious.

However, when he sent the Great Qin Iron Cavalry to deal with the Huns, those Huns suddenly disappeared without a trace, and they all hid in the wild land.

As for the Great Qin Iron Cavalry, they dared not go any further after they had penetrated twenty miles.

Among them, the terrain is complex and there are many ambushes.

If you go in rashly, you will never return.

Every time he heard such news, Han Baichuan felt a burst of happiness in his heart.

Although he is only a small follower of the thirteenth son, he is still in the heart of Daqin. Unless the whole Daqin is crushed by the Xiongnu cavalry, otherwise, he will never be in danger.

This is also the only good thing about being Ying Zige's follower.

Turns out this good thing...

Suddenly shattered?

A trace of despair appeared on Han Baichuan's sad face.

"So that's how it is..." Jian Nu nodded slightly, frowning slightly, but his eyes were full of anticipation.

His mind suddenly flew beyond the border.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand.

The long grass undulates.

Kill the enemy with a horse!
How chic and happy.

All of a sudden, yearning appeared on his face.

At this moment, Han Baichuan was trembling all over, and his face turned pale: "We... are we really going to that kind of place? There are masters of the Huns there. Jiannu is a master, but apart from him, both of us are ..."

He originally wanted to say trash, but after all, Ying Zige is the famous thirteenth son, some things should be kept in his heart, it is better not to say it.

"That's why we need luck even more. If we take you out of the border and are still plagued by bad luck, maybe we will be made dumplings by those Huns just after stepping through the border."

Ying Zige sighed pretending to be worried, but felt joyful in his heart.

Although Han Baichuan is a top player, he has been suspecting that his strength is not too strong until now.

The reason is naturally because Ying Zige's ability to fool is too strong.

Another reason is...

No matter how many times this kid has been tricked, he still believes in Ying Zige.

"You don't have to take me there, so you won't be in bad luck."

Han Baichuan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly reminded him loudly.

"..." Ying Zige.

[When did this kid become so smart?Will you change your mind?It seems that the degree of deception must be increased. In the past, it was only the extent of selling him abductees. This time, it is necessary to sell him a wheelchair. 】

Ying Zige then smiled slightly, nodded lightly, and turned to look at the sword slave next to him: "Don't take him, do you think this is a good idea?"

"Of course it's a good idea." Jian Nu nodded decisively.

Going to the land of the Huns, with a frowning guy, no matter how you look at it, there is no sign of success.

"Then I won't go." Han Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief, and the worry on his face disappeared a lot.

"It's better if you don't go. Just guard the palace here, but you must remember that you must never go to the street!" Ying Zige lowered his voice, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, and his appearance was unimaginable. It's like telling a ghost story.

Han Baichuan couldn't help being taken aback: "Why?"

"You will know when you think about it. Let me ask you, what is the probability of encountering an assassin every time we go out on the street?"

Han Baichuan thought for a while, and then blurted out: "Almost every time!"

Mentioning this matter, Han Baichuan's sorrow that had disappeared suddenly increased, and his face was instantly covered with black lines.

Ying Zige's reputation as a waste is out, so it seems that there should not be too many assassins to kill him.

Even if he took his head off, it was just taking off the head of a piece of trash, and there was no sense of accomplishment at all.

But just because he is Ying Zheng's son, the big tree invites the wind, and the wind blows the leaves down, he directly became the son who has seen the most assassins.

It can be described as amazing.

Especially after the Great Wall incident, everyone seems to think that only the thirteenth son can come up with such a stupid idea of ​​building the Great Wall, so the world is angry, and those assassins who they think are extremely righteous have all pointed their fingers at him. Thirteen sons are approved.

Thinking about it, Han Baichuan couldn't help shivering, and then frowned slightly, still a little puzzled: "Those assassins are targeting you, why can't I go to the streets?"

"Think about it, when I asked you that question just now, why did you answer it so smoothly? It's not because you were by my side every time I was assassinated."

"Nowadays, those assassins have begun to think that the reason why they didn't commit suicide is entirely because of your existence. Think about it, a sad-faced person staying by my side will completely affect the speed and accuracy of their shots .”

Ying Zige sighed, but laughed secretly in his heart.

"Uh?"

Han Baichuan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately felt that it made sense.

Although I realized that something was wrong, I couldn't think of it for a while anyway.

"Nowadays there has been a rumor circulating in the world. That is, if Shisan is killed, Baichuan will be killed first!" Ying Zige raised his head with a mysterious expression on his face, which immediately frightened Han Baichuan.

He couldn't help but took a deep breath, his face had become very tangled.

If thirteen were killed, Baichuan would be executed first?
It sounds so smooth, it's true.

A stream of cold sweat could not help but flow down Han Baichuan's face.

"I asked you to follow me, not for you to protect me, but for me to protect you." Ying Zige said earnestly, and patted the other party's shoulder lightly.

"Thank you...thank you, Young Master Thirteen!" Han Baichuan said gratefully.

Ying Zige's eyes lit up, this kid really took the initiative to sit in the wheelchair, isn't it easy to fool him?
"But, my unlucky appearance won't affect you?" At this moment, Han Baichuan asked suspiciously.

(End of this chapter)