The beggar's tolerance is really great. Even though the crowd around him showed indignation and sympathy, his face was still cold and there was no expression on his face.,

"Ban Tou Huang, stop beating anymore. If you beat him again, you will kill someone." Someone next to him couldn't bear it and pleaded for mercy.

Huang Ban's eyes cold and glared at the man: "He is a spy from Wei, intending to destroy the peace of Donghai County. Didn't you see him carrying a good horse? That's for the convenience of running away. If you talk too much, you will even be arrested into the yamen." The man dared not say anything more.

Although the beggar's body was thin, it was strange to say that even if he was beaten with a stick, an ordinary person was afraid that he would die. However, he gritted his teeth, without a trace of expression on his face, but his dark eyes were hidden with a deep murderous intent, staring at Huang Bantou coldly without blinking.

Huang Bantou was stared at by the cold eyes and felt a chill on his body, but he was still determined and said coldly: "Boy, do you admit that you are a spy? This is still a small punishment. Once you enter the government jail, you will know what the real punishment is. There are forty criminal laws there that make you regret coming to this world."

As soon as Huang Bantou finished speaking, he felt that his shoulder was gently patted from behind. A very playful voice said softly: "Huang Bantou, I can make you regret coming to this world with just one move!"

Huang Bantou was in a state of grievance. Seeing someone dared to pat his shoulder from behind, he, who had always been unscrupulous, immediately cursed: "Grandma, which grandson dared to pat my shoulder?" He turned his head and immediately saw a handsome face with a strange smile. Although this face may not be known to everyone in Donghai City, Huang Bantou remembered it deeply.

"Five...Fifth Young Master!" Huang Bantou was stunned.

Han Mo looked at him with a smile and asked softly: "Huang Bantu, what did you say just now? 'Which grandson dares to pat my shoulder?' Are you saying this?"

Huang Bantou's face turned pale and sweat oozed from his forehead.

There were many Han clan members around the crowd. When Han Mo came out, they became brave and someone shouted loudly: "Huang Bantu, are you calling the fifth master's name? You are also calling Turtle grandson, who refers to the fifth master. Can Turtle scold our second sect leader? You are so brave that you dare to blaspheme the second sect leader so much."

In Donghai County, even though Xiao Muzan's confidant, even though he was quite powerful on weekdays, he was still frightened with such a big hat on the head of the Huang Ban, and his whole body was weak, and he forced a smile: "Five...Fifth Young Master, you...you know, I'm not...not that. How dare I blaspheme the second sect leader, he is the old man, I...I'm farting, just think I'm making a stinky fart, don't bother with the little one!"

"You know, Xiaowu is not concerned about it." Han Mo Youran said: "But since you say this, even if I don't report back to the second sect leader, I think the second sect leader will hear your words soon... Well, that's a big deal! I won't know what the second sect leader thinks at that time."

The second sect leader, one of the few people on the top of Donghai County, even Taishi Xiao, who was far away in Yanjing, was afraid of it.

Although Huang Bantou was protected by Xiao Muzan, when he arrived in front of the second sect leader, Xiao Muzan was just a sesame, not to mention a small sect leader, the Han family had a hundred ways to make Huang Bantou disappear quietly in Donghai County, and there were even a thousand ways to make Huang Bantou die openly in Donghai County.

"Fifth Young Master!" Huang Bantou's eyes were full of horror. He could not have thought that today, because of a small misunderstanding, would cause him such a big trouble, which made him regret it: "Please say good things, the little one was not intentional."

"If you want to take it back, open your mouth and bulge your face. Only then can you swallow it." Han Mo chuckled and turned to Han Qing and said, "Teach him!" Ignore him again, walked straight to the beggar and asked softly, "Why don't you fight back?"

"This is your territory." The beggar said lightly: "Do I dare?"

"Tell the truth." Han Mo glared at him.

The beggar pondered for a moment and finally said, "Fighting with a dragon is for a dragon, fighting with a tiger is for a tiger. If I fight with a dog, will I become a dog?"

As soon as he said this, the yamen workers next to him changed their expressions and their eyes were even more angry and resentful, but Han Mo was right next to him, and they didn't have the courage to do it without any hesitation.

"Then what do you think you are?" Han Mo laughed.

"At least I'm not a dog!" the beggar replied word by word.

"Interesting!" Han Mo clapped his hands and smiled, "Are you coming to Donghai City to make a living?"

"Yes!" Although blood was still flowing downwards on his forehead, the beggar's voice did not change at all, and it was still very calm, like a rock.

"I want to employ people. You follow me and rely on your ability to earn a bowl of food from me that you think is not ashamed of!" Han Mo stared at the beggar, his expression in his eyes seemed very sincere, and even with great respect: "Do you want to?"

The beggar raised his hand and wiped his forehead, as if to wipe away the blood from his forehead. However, this wipe made his face covered with more blood, which was terrifyingly red. In addition, the beggar's expressionless face, which was like a rock, was full of strangeness.

"Can you eat enough with you?" After a while, the beggar asked a strange thing unexpectedly.

Han Mo was stunned, then laughed and said, "Of course, with me, the most enjoyable thing is perhaps your belly."

Following the fifth young master of the first family in Donghai, there was no need to eat enough. A few people around him who heard the beggar's questioning and suddenly laughed. However, everyone was a little confused. The fifth young master was born in a wealthy family and was like a pride in Donghai County. How could he look at a sloppy guy who looked like a beggar?

Huang Bantou was not idle either.

Han Qing said something to him. The guy was stunned at first, and then his face became weird. There was even a resentful look in his eyes, but he was helpless. Seeing Han Qing looking at him with a strange look, Huang Bantou suddenly gritted his teeth and raised his hand, slapped his chubby face hard.

Rhythmally, under the crowd around, Huang Bantou opened his hands with his hands on his left and right, and a crisp sound was heard, and his faces on both sides were quickly slapped red.

Everyone suddenly felt that Huang Bantou slapped himself, and the excitement was not necessarily worse than that of beggars taming horses, so everyone seemed calm but looked at Huang Bantou's self-abuse action with extreme excitement.

The beggar pondered for a moment and finally said, "I'll follow you."

Han Mo nodded and said, "You follow me, at least you have to know my name. My surname is Han, my name is Han Mo, and cold Mo!"

"Zhu Xiaoyan!" said the beggar lightly.

Of course, no one dared to stop the people Han Mo was going to take away. Even if Zhu Xiaoyan was really a spy, the yamen servants dared not talk nonsense, so everyone watched Zhu Xiaoyan holding the covetable horse and following Han Mo with a copper stick in his hand, like two wild wolves walking in the downtown city, one in front and one behind, slowly leaving.

When Huang Bantou stopped, his faces on both sides had swollen. He stared at his back fiercely and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm waiting for the day when your Han family is ruined."

Although he thought so, the Han family didn't think so. At least since Han Mo was sensible, Han Mo believed that the open and secret struggles of the nine major families in Yan State would eventually have a final result. In the ending script, the Han family would still stand coquettishly at the top of Yan State.

Walking on the long street, Zhu Xiaoyan didn't say anything until he walked to a pastry shop. Zhu Xiaoyan stopped and went up to buy two big steamed buns, just like he had a delicacy that he had never tasted before, chewing it very carefully but comfortably.

"I can take you to eat delicacies." Han Mo turned around and laughed.

Zhu Xiaoyan took a bite of the steamed bun and said calmly: "Thank you... But eating the steamed bun makes me more clear at my position." He looked up at the sky after the rain. Although it was still a little dim, he had a fresh feeling and said lightly: "Too many delicacies of mountains and seas will corrode my heart."

"It makes sense!" Han Mo sighed: "Why do you say so philosophical?"

Zhu Xiaoyan asked, "You just put me in ease like this. Are you afraid that I am really a spy from Wei?"

Han Mo said with a smile: "If you are really a spy from Wei State, will it be easier for me to place you by my side?"

Zhu Xiaoyan was stunned, thought for a while, suddenly took a big bite of the steamed bun, chewed it, and said vaguely: "Yes, what you said seems to make sense too!"

"I have another very reasonable thing." Han Mo giggled: "Do I take you to the clinic now so that your bloody look can be properly handled?"

“It makes sense!”

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ps: Very awesome. The slutty Zhu Xiaoyan!
Chapter completed!