"Come, come, young master, I'll drink to you." One of the ministers raised a tall cup and toasted to Fang Kun.
"Young master, I also toast to you."
Seeing these few cronies toasting, Fang Kun was in a very good mood and raised his glass of wine, counting it as a response.
With a glass of wine down, the group sat down.
"Those people at the top of Blue Mountain, for the sake of a Han Qianqian, they actually want us to be temporarily stationed here, look at this place where the birds don't shit, it's annoying as hell." Some people downed their wine and their disgruntled nonsense was vented.
"But fuck no, a mere piece of shit, yet he has to make so many of us wait here dry and dry, fuck!"
"If you want me to say so, the young master should have punched that punk to death then and there, big deal, let's give him a funeral, it's better than spending time here."
"This punk, he's been in a coma for two days, I don't know when he'll wake up yet!"
When one person spoke, the others naturally followed suit, expressing their inner discontent as well as their disdain for Han Qianqian.
"How dare he wake up? Haha, would he have the face to meet our young master if he woke up, he can only pretend to sleep!"
"Haha, that's true, being knocked into a coma by my young master's punch, but the poor top of Blue Mountain has to join the crowd and lie that it wasn't my young master who hit him."
"Maybe that back injury was simply a fake created by that Blue Mountain Pavilion's elder, after all, the Blue Mountain Pavilion is the most mysterious existence at the top of Blue Mountain, and the elders that walk out of there naturally have their skills."
"When you put it like that, I do think it makes perfect sense."
"Yes, just ask a person who is really that badly injured, how could he possibly fight so many demonic monks for so long? Let alone fighting, even if he could hide for that long, I'd count him as not being capable."
"That's right, with such heavy injuries, fighting that many demonic monks for so long, how is that possible? Even if he really is rumoured to be a god, he's not a god after all."
"No one knows those demon monks better than us, maybe they would be more afraid of us, but who else would they be afraid of besides us?"
"Yes, in the face of such people, Han Qianqian can actually carry his injuries and fight in a bloody battle for so long, he is really afraid that he has blown his cow hide to the sky, the top of Blue Mountain is indeed getting worse and worse now, for the sake of some rubbish he actually doesn't even want to have a face, spreading such shameless lies."
"After all, it is the man that Lu Ruoxin has taken a fancy to, even if pulling across can always be protected well."
The group of people laughed out loud, and then raised their glasses to each other to drink.
Once the glasses were put down, it seemed that they were still not enough. At this point, someone laughed leisurely: "Just that kind of waste, to be honest, Miss Lu is really blind to see him. In the future, there is no telling how many excuses and lies will have to be made to cover up the fact that he is a loser."
"That's right, if there's a next time and this kid dares to appear in front of me, I'll definitely knock him over with a punch."
"Haha, not to mention a punch, even if you raise your hand like that, he'll faint in fear."
Immediately afterwards, there was another burst of laughter, and with the bragging explanations from these men, Fang Kun's confidence in his heart began to rise a lot.
But at that moment, suddenly two black shadows flew in directly from outside the door, and when the crowd could see clearly, the ones lying on the ground were already two painfully struggling door guards, while above the doorway, a figure stood there coldly.
"Han Qianqian!"
The gang's eyes widened at once, and in the next second, one by one, they stood up from their seats with a gaze of gaze.
Seeing Han Qianqian, Fang Kun also subconsciously froze a smile on his own face, and in the next second, he stood with a boom, looking closely at Han Qianqian.
"This is the main camp of my Desert City, no one is allowed to enter without permission, Han Qianqian, don't get out of here yet!"
"If you don't leave, don't blame us for being ruthless and not thinking of the friendship between the two Lufang families for many years."
A group of people immediately chided angrily.
Han Qianqian simply ignored them, only looking at Fang Kun coldly from beginning to end and walking towards him step by step.
With each step, the sound of his feet on the ground deeply shook Fang Kun's heart, and made him gulp.
"Han Qianqian, you can't fucking hear me when I talk to you, can you?"
"Miss Lu spoils you, but grandpa I won't spoil you, fuck him."
As soon as the words left his mouth, several of his cronies suddenly flew towards Han Qianqian en masse, attacking swiftly and fiercely, determined to give Han Qianqian a little colour.
"Bang Bang Bang!"
Only, when the group swarmed together, it was only a few rounds before all that could be heard were muffled sounds all around, and several bodies smashed around with a bang and in disarray.
Han Qianqian, on the other hand, did not move his eyes from the beginning to the end, but only looked coldly at Fang Kun as he approached step by step.
The group of cronies were all dumbfounded. They were so shocked that they dared not move, not even daring to take a breath when they saw a few of their brothers swarmed up to them and were directly knocked off their feet without even meeting them.
Suddenly, Han Qianqian's pace stopped and his cold eyes suddenly swept over the crowd, directly shocking them into a cold sweat ......