Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 118 This kid will definitely not survive three episodes

"Okay, then give the thirteenth son a face. Let's fight another day!"

A look of shock flashed across Zhao Gao's face, he laughed, and coiled the soft sword back around his waist.

In an instant, all eyes, headed by Ying Zige, fell on Zhao Gao's face.

Zhao Gao looked at this person and then at that person, the doubts on his face became deeper and deeper, and he couldn't understand it for a while.

"Why don't you rush to catch the carriage?" At this moment, Ying Zige said coldly.

"Carriage?" Zhao Gao was stunned for a moment, then remembered that his current hidden identity was that of a coachman.

But the question is, don't you have two followers?

Although the entourage with the rusty long sword in his hand is very powerful, he looks like a top master at first glance, and he uses his identity as a entourage to cover up.

But isn't that kid with a wooden sword in his hand and a sad face suitable for driving a carriage?

He subconsciously looked at Han Baichuan, and then he felt bad on the spot.

It was only then that he realized that he was handsome, and he was no longer that sad-faced broom star. Now with a smile on his mouth, he was clearly a handsome young man.

Zhao Gao looked at the crowd, and then at his own appearance.

Everyone here is the most suitable image of a coachman.

No problem!
With a gloomy face on his face, he walked towards the carriage, took the reins of the horse, and came in front of everyone.

Then respectfully said: "Everyone, please get in the car."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Ying Zige's heart suddenly felt dark.

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, two of the strongest swordsmen in the world, acted as their bodyguards.

Let Zhao Gao be his coachman.

Looking at the world, who else is there?

"By the way, Old Zhao, this is your reward."

On the carriage, Ying Zige lifted the curtain and flicked his thumb lightly.

With a ding, something flew into the air.

Zhao Gao subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, and the moment he opened his palm, his entire face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

Lying in the palm of his hand is a Qin Banliang.

crunch.

The sound of grinding teeth sounded again.

Amidst the sound of grinding teeth, the carriage galloped up, stirring up a cloud of dust.

above the castle.

Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the gradually receding carriage, the look of surprise on his face still persisted.

"This combination... Even I, it's hard to suppress it. You boy, you actually resolved this crisis with a single sword."

"As expected of my son!"

Ying Zheng murmured, his slightly narrowed eyes were full of relief.

There was even more reluctance in his eyes.

Boy, this time we part, I don't know when we will meet again.

You kid must come back to me as soon as possible.

"Your Majesty, do you want to send an expert from the Sky Survey Division to take care of you along the way?"

Li Si, who was behind him, bowed his waist, and asked for instructions carefully.

The look of shock on his face has not faded at all at this moment.

Who would have thought that the trash thirteenth son could control the current swordsman in the blink of an eye.

This seemingly sudden change made it difficult for Li Si to adapt to it for a while.

"Guards? Why do you need guards? If five top swordsmen go out together, even thousands of troops will not be able to stop them."

The corners of Ying Zheng's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a comfortable smile.

The combined strength of the five swordsmen is enough to rival thousands of Qin cavalry!

As for the unlucky boy with the wooden sword in his hand, he was obviously not a top expert.

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng couldn't help but frowned, with a hint of doubt in his heart.

Thirteen, that kid, seems to have chosen top experts this time.

Why did he bring that entourage with the wooden sword again?
Is it...

Ying Zheng's eyes lit up suddenly, and he seemed to understand a little bit.

I get it, the kid with the wooden sword in his hand is obviously a top expert.

However, he has never had the opportunity to show off his superb swordsmanship.

Be able to control five top experts at the same time, and let them willingly help him take action.

This boy Ying Zige is not simple.

……

The carriage bumped.

Ying Zige lay halfway in the carriage, tasting various fruits with a satisfied smile on his face.

Inside the carriage, Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie each guarded a corner, their eyes met from time to time, and endless killing intent burst out from them.

Jian Nu and Han Baichuan were bored, one was playing with his fingers in a daze, and the other had been picking his nose for a long time.

Inside the carriage, it was surprisingly awkward.

However, all of this didn't matter to Ying Zige.

Simply put, these people are his tools.

For tool people, why take care of their mood?

Therefore, Ying Zige should eat and drink, and don't take anything to heart.

After eating and drinking enough, he lay down there, even half asleep and half awake, with a comfortable smile on his face.

It has to be said that Lao Zhao, the carriage driver, is indeed driving a good carriage.

Go where there are potholes, so easy!

However, Ying Zige fell asleep even more soundly amidst the ups and downs.

From time to time, he just stretches his body, or lies on his side, or puts a big character.

But he didn't know that that foot was about to threaten the survival of Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang.

At this moment, Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang's faces were extremely cold, and they even had the urge to draw their swords.

In the end, they looked at each other, walked out through the window with a tacit understanding, and chose to walk.

There was even more slander in my heart.

Wei Zhuang: Thinking about it carefully, the swordsmanship I have learned so far is enough to be unrivaled in the world, why should I make up for it?Just kill this brat with stinky feet.

However, it's just a matter of thinking. After all, people in the world may not want their lives or money, but what matters is that once a word is made, it is hard to follow, and no matter what, you can't break your word.

Therefore, I can only regret wildly in my heart.

Gai Nie: Why did I provoke the thirteenth son?Now that it is extremely difficult to get out of the situation, even long-distance treks have to rely on your legs, how will you live in the future?
Zhao Gao: I really shouldn't have provoked Ying Zige, this kid is simply a devil, this narrow escape reminded me of me...

Another moment passed.

Two figures flashed out of the window again, the sword slave's face was ashen, holding the hilt of the long sword, his face was full of killing intent, as if he wanted to take Ying Zige's dog's head if he disagreed.

As for Han Baichuan, murderous intent appeared on that handsome face.

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang were taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but look at each other.

The two of them wanted to kill Ying Zige, but they just thought about it casually, so they didn't even show any killing intent on their faces.

But these two attendants...

It was obvious that he was going to kill him.

Thinking about not only breaking the formation and killing the enemy along the way, but also guarding against these two followers who kill the master, the two of them will have a headache for a while.

The two had a tacit understanding that they let go of their hostility.

Determined to let Ying Zige live first.

But judging from the current situation...

I'm afraid this kid won't survive three episodes.

in the carriage.

After an unknown amount of time, Ying Zige stretched his waist, opened his eyes in satisfaction, and then was slightly taken aback.

"Huh? Where are people?"

He rubbed his eyes, only to realize that the four of them had chosen to walk very well.

The corners of his mouth turned up, and a gratified smile suddenly appeared.

Understood.

These people finally realized that their identities were not as noble as my old thirteen, and they were not worthy of sitting in the same carriage with me, so they left voluntarily.

It's quite self-aware.

Just when Ying Zige was enjoying himself, he obviously didn't notice that the killing intent emanating from the four top swordsmen might overturn the entire carriage at any time.

(End of this chapter)