He was confined to step out of the mansion. This was meaningless to Sikong Haoxuan. He was lazy to go out. With the rare quietness, the true qi in his body was more condensed as he accumulates, but the third level of the true qi in the cycle of reincarnation could not be easily broken through.

At noon, in the orc's room, Baron, who was chewing barbecue, saw Uman take out an exquisite porcelain bottle from his arms, holding the barbecue of unknown animal, quickly dodging away. Orcs like to eat complete barbecue. They like to use their teeth instead of using a knife to divide the barbecue.

Wick and the two Miller were not slow either. As soon as Baron made some moves, they also kept a considerable distance between Baron and Uman.

Wuman ignored their behavior and carefully placed the porcelain bottle in his hand on the table, gently opened the lid, and dripped a little blood into it.

Wick's tall figure made him clearly see the scene in the porcelain bottle. Although he had seen it several times, it still made him feel cold. The thin bees, yes, are the terrible thin bees in the Boluoers Forest, the thin bees that like to lay eggs in living organisms. They fought each other in the bottle in Uman's hand for the drop of essence and blood. Wick clearly remembered that Uman first used a large porcelain jar to pack these thin bees, and now they were replaced with porcelain bottles. There were only ten thin bees with mutated shapes left in the bottle. Their fighting was even more cruel and the battle ended faster. In just a moment, the five thin bees were eliminated, and their bodies and the drop of essence and blood were eaten by the five winning thin bees.

Baron turned his back to Uman. He hated these tiny creatures. He turned around after Uman put away the porcelain bottle. He no longer had the appetite and shook the huge bone stick that had been gnawed halfway in his hand. "Boss, look, can you not feed your little things next time when we have a meal?"

The loss of essence and blood made Uman's face with black marks a little blue, and he glared at Baron coldly, "When you eat, my child needs to eat too."

When Baron heard the word "child", he couldn't help but shivered and muttered in his heart, "Like that old thing Bamer likes to play with bugs, God of War doesn't like bugs."

Wuman muttered Balong, looking at the five thin bees in the bottle, with a blurry look in his eyes, "Gu?!" At this time, Wuman felt a slight fluctuation in his soul, put away the porcelain bottle and waved to the other three orcs, "Young master, you want to go out and prepare the sedan chair."

Sikong Haoxuan saw the four orcs carrying a sedan chair in the yard, and couldn't help but feel angry, pointing at them and scolding: "Who asked you to hang the ragged animal skin on your body again? Go back and change it to me for a new brocade. I'm going to send an invitation to my mother. Do you think you are going to hunt?"

It is the habit of orcs to like to wear fur. They are naturally not interested in human silk clothes, but at this time, they still put down the sedan chair in their hands and went back to the room to change clothes. No matter how unaccustomed they were, they could not violate Sikong Haoxuan's orders.

When the sedan chair passed by Zhengbei Main Street, Sikong Haoxuan looked at the pavilion completely built of green logs, and was very satisfied. Although it had not started business yet, it had a good start. Many nobles were watching next to him, guessing what kind of store this store was built so elegantly. The sedan chair passed by, and Sikong Haoxuan did not let the orcs stop the sedan chair. He didn't want people to know that the brothel was related to him.

"Yeah, isn't this the biggest waste of the Sikong family? I heard that he is a carpenter, otherwise why would he have such a wonderful idea?"

More than a dozen nobles stood in front of the sedan chair, leading a young man with an arrogant face. His handsome appearance was disgusting by the exaggerated aura from his bones. They did not ride in the sedan chair. Although sedan chairs were quite popular among the nobles in the imperial capital, for some truly proud nobles, their pride did not allow them to follow the pace of others.

Sikong Haoxuan practiced in the sedan chair with his eyes closed. He had not had time to deal with these trivial matters. He believed that several orcs could handle the matter well.

The orcs put down their sedan chair, and Wick took a step forward, "I don't know why you blocked our way?" Among these four orcs, only Wick was still a little more attentive. Looking at the three next to him, they were already preparing to fight. A blood-devouring light flashed in Uman's eyes. Baron muttered in a low voice, "You are so polite to humans?! Wick really lost all the faces of our orcs."

The aristocratic boy who blocked the road saw Sikong Haoxuan in his eyes swaying through the curtain of the sedan chair, couldn't help but get up. He saw a slave talking to him again, waved his hand, "Go, go and invite that arrogant waste for me, so I can see what he looks like." The aristocrats around him cooperated and laughed loudly, and a few guard-like people walked towards Sikong Haoxuan's sedan chair.

"Fight." Sikong Haoxuan's two words ignited Baron first. The golden Dou Qi light condensed like a solid substance wrapped around his burly body, and shot into several guards like a stream of light. The palms of the guards, which were twice as big as humans, smashed the originally smooth and shiny armor into a pothole. The guards who were smashed to pieces were spitting blood in their mouths, and they didn't know if they could be saved.

The four orcs and Nanxing often faced Europe, and felt a headache about Nanxing's moving speed as they were getting faster and faster. Unconsciously, the exercise of speed became a habit.

Blue Miller looked at Baron who was walking back with a proud look on his hands and said disdainfully: "The face of the orc made this damn lion lose all his damn lion. When dealing with several guards, he actually activated his fighting spirit with all his strength."

Seeing that all his guards were turned over, the noble boy had a blue face, "Go and crippled me with that damn long-haired orc."

Five more people stood behind the noble boy. Seeing these five people, including Baron, the laughter in the eyes of the four orcs disappeared instantly, and replaced by seriousness. They faced three level seven warriors and two level seven mages, they could not help but be serious.

Level 7 warriors and mages are already at the peak of their lower level. The accumulation of fighting spirit or magic power and quantity has reached a limit, and they are waiting for a breakthrough. Of course, some people will not be able to break through to the state of Settling Yang in their lifetime and reach the level of a superior warrior or mage.

"Blue Miller, keep an eye on the two mages." Uman said in a silence.

Blue Miller's huge bow appeared in his hand, like a full moon giant bow with two long arrows emitting cold air. The two mages more than ten steps away felt a strong threat. The magic shield appeared around them. Although the magic shield was opened, they were not sure that they could withstand the long arrows not far away. The distance was too close.

The three level seven warriors rushed towards the four orcs at an extremely fast speed. They wanted to solve the threat of Blue Miller's bow and arrow as soon as possible. With their strength, if they only want to break through, it would be difficult for Baron and Wick to intercept them. However, the three warriors suddenly felt dizzy while moving, and a trace of blood appeared in their nasal cavity. No matter what their state is, the giant sword and iron rod slapped the two warriors on the spot. The blood in the extremely twisted armor seemed so cheap, slowly covering the bluestone street under them.

The other one was kicked ten feet away by Wick, almost trapped in the stone wall on the street. His ribs pierced from his back under powerful force and broke into the strong armor. He seemed to be unable to survive. A strange light flashed in Wuman, who was guarding the side of Sikong Haoxuan's sedan chair.

The death of the companions stimulated the mages under the threat of bows and arrows. They forgot the arrow that looked like a full moon not far away, and began to activate magic, and the low spells echoed on the vast streets.

Blue light, blue light flashed, and the two mages had been penetrated by two long arrows as thick as thumbs, bringing out two blood streams of blood. The long arrows remained strong, carrying the blood of the two mages, and then passed through the shoulder blades on both sides of the noble boy. The blue fighting spirit attached to the long arrow turned the bones into tiny pieces.

Several noble followers ignored the blood-filled aristocratic boys rolled and crawled away from the scene. Originally, a program that aristocrats would perform every day, but they never expected that Sikong Haoxuan really dared to indulge his subordinates to kill people in the street, and even deposed the Os family, Rubel, the only son of the head of the family, Ruijie.

Sikong Haoxuan walked out of the sedan chair and looked at the aristocratic boy rolling on the ground, and was a little surprised. Isn’t this the biggest prodigal son in the imperial capital I saw at that auction? He approached the aristocratic boy, looked at the aristocratic boy for a long time, and sighed slightly, “Is it a coincidence or intentional?”

No one noticed that Ruijie's hair was burned into ashes between Sikong Haoxuan's fingers. The sedan disappeared from the distance of the street......
Chapter completed!