Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 328 Low-key low-key, I am the thirteenth son

"Master Zhao is indeed a smart person. Since you have seen through it, then I will not hide it."

"Yes, I really want to test the strength of those Han Jialing masters."

Su Tong nodded, there was nothing to hide at this moment.

On the contrary, Zhao Gao was taken aback and glanced at the other party.

Then there was a mocking sneer on his face: "It's a pity that the two of them didn't do anything from the beginning to the end, and you can't fulfill your wish."

"Lord Zhao is wrong." Su Tong decided to shake his head, with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Could it be that you've already seen their strength?" Zhao Gao frowned in confusion.

"That's right. Although the two of them didn't make a move from the beginning to the end, they are like two calm bystanders. If they don't make a move, let it go. Once they make a move, they must have the determination to win."

Su Tong took a deep breath, and the cold light jumped in his eyes.

"What does this prove?"

"This just proves that they are very strong. Even in the face of thousands of troops, they will remain calm. Just two members of Han Jialing are already so terrifying, so how strong should the entire Han Jialing be?"

Su Tong took a deep breath, and his eyes were full of longing.

"Why are you interested in them?"

"There are many people who are interested in them, even Mr. Zhao would be interested in them, otherwise he wouldn't follow."

Su Tong said lightly.

The two looked at each other, and there was a sharp edge in their eyes.

However, in the next second, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a mysterious smile.

"Since both of us are so interested in Han Jialing, why not form an alliance." Su Tong suggested.

"Those two sons..." Zhao Gao frowned.

"It's just two wastes, and they're not good enough?" Su Tong said calmly without even thinking about it.

"Yes, they are indeed two trash."

Zhao Gao nodded.

At this moment, the two stood side by side, overlooking the entire Xianyang.

It seems that the places called by the moonlight are in their palms.

Time flies.

Three days passed quickly.

On a wide avenue, the carriage should be moving slowly.

On the carriage, Ying Zige was lying comfortably, raising the curtains from time to time, and joking with two old men from Hanjialing.

After seeing Ying Zige's amazing detoxification methods, the two old men in Hanjialing have already become polite.

For the past three days, he has even kept making side-talking attempts, wanting to know the mystery of this exercise.

The result is of course nothing.

After all, even Ying Zige didn't know any nonsense detoxification skills.

The property of being invulnerable to all poisons has already been covered by the system all over his body, flowing in the meridians and blood, so it can't be transformed into teaching skills at all.

Because of this, Ying Zige was even more mysterious in their eyes.

A question kept flowing in their hearts, how did this kid get the detoxification technique?
Just thinking about it made them feel excited, and this excitement lasted for three days.

"My lord, there is a small town ahead, do you want to take a rest?"

At this moment, the coachman said respectfully.

"Okay, then take a good rest."

Ying Zige nodded, and a smile appeared on his face instantly.

The two old men from Hanjialing looked at each other, sighed helplessly, hesitated to speak, and finally shook their heads slightly.

Every time this kid saw a small town, he would stop to take a rest, and would sit at the door from time to time, looking left and right with piercing eyes, as if waiting for something.

The two old men suddenly realized at that time.

The nature of youth, of course, is to love beautiful women.

This boy is a son, and in Xianyang, he must be surrounded by beauties. Now that he is suddenly on this lonely journey, he will naturally be unwilling to be lonely.

But soon, the two of them felt that something was wrong, and even felt a sudden chill in their hearts.

This kid doesn't seem to be looking at those beauties.

Instead, he stared at some men.

They had a cold war all over their bodies in an instant, and suddenly regretted it.

Is it really the right choice to recruit such a eccentric person into Hanjialing?
Those selected from Hanjialing are all rich and godlike jade, and each of them has outstanding temperament, which is beyond words.

Isn't this kid crazy after getting there?

It's just that those so-called Tianjiao will suffer.

But soon they found that they were wrong.

They finally realized that what Ying Zige was looking at was not an ordinary man, but a tall man with sharp eyes.

Most of them are people who are physically and mentally healthy.

Immediately, more doubts arose in their hearts.

Got it, this kid seems to be looking forward to the arrival of the assassin.

But why?

……

now.

Bailong Town.

Even though it was noon, it was still very lively.

Amidst the din of people, a gorgeous carriage has slowly entered the long street.

At this moment, the carriage stopped for a while, and the coachman frowned, cracking the whip in his hand.

"Hey, what are you doing? Get out of the way."

"Do you know who is in the car? Hit my son, and your heads falling off a hundred times is not enough to atone for your sin."

The coachman frowned, and shouted loudly in a pretentious manner.

"low profile."

"Don't scare these ordinary people, these ordinary people are innocent."

"Just tell them that it's Xianyang's thirteenth son who is going out."

Ying Zige smiled and hurriedly reminded in a low-key manner.

"Son..."

The two old men were taken aback for a moment, but hesitated to speak.

Nima!

This kid's low-key has continued all the way.

Ever since he left the teahouse, he has been intentionally or unintentionally revealing his identity as the Thirteenth Prince.

In addition, he kept paying attention to those who held sharp knives.

One has to suspect that this kid is deliberately provoking the assassin.

But what are the benefits of doing so?
"Yes! Son."

The coachman nodded, suddenly became more energetic, and crackled his whip again.

"The one in the car is the thirteenth son from Xianyang."

"Who exactly is the thirteenth son, do you know?"

"This is His Majesty's thirteen sons! Do you want your heads because they blocked the thirteen princes from walking?"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd gave way with a bang.

The faces of the people in the small town showed horror.

"Thirteen sons?"

"Could it be the thirteenth son in the legend?"

"Who else but him?"

"Why did he appear here?!"

"The one who almost killed 10,000+ people to build the Great Wall? How did he come here?"

As the crowd dispersed, the eyes of the two old men in Hanjialing suddenly lit up.

(End of this chapter)