After walking on the streets for a while, we arrived at the residence of Tokyo's dignitaries.

This is where the officials of the Zhou Dynasty gather. If you pick a random person, there will be no officials below the fifth rank.

Therefore, the servants of these ministers are also arrogant and have their nostrils turned to the sky.

"Hey, that scholar, how dare you ride a horse and pass by my house. Don't risk your life... Ah, Master Zhan!" At the door of a beautiful and spectacular house, a servant lazily leaned against the door.

He went up, shaving his teeth, and pointed at Lu Heng and cursed.

However, as soon as he cursed, he saw a big man with a black face turning away from the scholar. The servant's eyes were very bright. When he saw the big man with a black face, his expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed with a bitter face.

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"What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly!" Zhan Xiong jumped off his horse and walked over. He picked his ears and tilted his head to look at the servant.

"Little man, little man..." the servant's face turned pale and he was trembling as he said.

"Fuck you!" Zhan Xiong didn't have such a good temper, so he just waved his hand and slapped his ears.

There was a loud slap in the face, and the short servant was thrown to the ground by Zhan Xiong's slap. He yelled, got up, sat on the ground, slapped his big tui, and cried: "Here comes someone."

Ah, help, Prince Zhanxiong is hitting someone!"

A shrill scream suddenly resounded through the entire street.

Bang bang bang··…··

Amidst this shrill shouting, the doors of each mansion were closed one after another, and the servants who were standing at the door to welcome the guests flashed through the door with a whoosh and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, the servant was stunned.

Covering his face, he looked at the empty street in shock, his mouth opened wide and he couldn't close it.

"You keep shouting!" Zhan Xiong rubbed his fists, crackling them, and walked towards the servant with a grin; "No one will help you even if your throat is broken!"

"You, you... The servant had no hope of asking for help, and his face turned pale with fright. As he backed away, he pointed at Zhan Xiong and was speechless.

"Okay, Zhan Xiong, let's go!" Behind him, Lu Heng, who had already dismounted, saw Zhan Xiong approaching. He shook his head funny and stopped him.

"You're lucky, kid!" Zhan Xiong glared at the servant fiercely and snorted coldly, "In the future, you'll have to focus on your best moves, otherwise..."

Zhan Xiong sneered, clenching his fists with a threatening tone.

Seeing the servant nodding quickly, Zhan Xiong turned around and left.

"Very powerful!" Lu Heng turned around and glanced at the frightened servant, then turned his head, looked at Zhan Xiong seriously, and praised in a deep voice.

"Really?" Zhan Xiong's eyes lit up and he held his chin narcissistically, looking at Lu Heng in surprise.

Lu Heng nodded and praised affirmatively; "Yes!"

"Everyone says so!" Zhan Xiong nodded in agreement, seriously affirming his narcissism.

Behind him, the soldiers who were following them had purple faces. They covered their mouths and kept making gurgling noises in their throats.

"Always very powerful, never surpassed!" Lu Heng looked at Zhan Xiong deeply and said in conclusion.

"Military advisor, you..." Zhan Xiong looked at Lu Heng excitedly after hearing this. There were tears in his eyes, and he seemed to be expressing his sincerity.

After so many years, someone finally saw his own merits and was excited to show his ambition.

"My parents are the ones who gave birth to me, and they are my military advisors who know me!" Zhan Xiong took a deep breath, shook his head slightly, tossed the strand of hair in front of his forehead behind his head, and said solemnly to Lu Heng with his fists clasped.

Phew, vomit...

Behind him, wild vomiting was heard, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

My stomach was churning, but I didn't vomit it out.

It's not that it's not disgusting enough, it's just that I didn't eat lunch and there's nothing to vomit.

I endured Zhan Xiong's disgusting narcissism until I arrived at Prince Ning's Mansion, saw the solemn mansion, and smelled the fragrance of bamboo leaves coming from the courtyard, and this feeling gradually subsided.

Stepping inside, as soon as he entered the gate, he saw a big man holding a bronze mirror in his hand, shaking his head in front of the mirror, and pulling his beard from time to time. While doing this, he said: "Hey,

He’s so handsome and so irritable!”

I endured it all the way, but finally I couldn't endure this last hurdle.

Lu Heng couldn't hold it in any longer, so he spat out a mouthful of water.

Holding on to the door frame, Qiangqiang stood up, looking at the big man in front of him with disbelief in his eyes, then turned his head and looked at Zhan Xiong behind him who was still arranging his hair, and his heart was churning.

This, what's going on?

After not seeing each other for a few months, have the soldiers in Prince Ning’s Mansion changed their personalities?

Or is it that a mass narcissism activity has been prevalent in Tokyo recently?

The handsome and irritable big man was gritting his teeth and pulling out the beard on his face. He turned around and saw a scholar at the door. He was about to ask, "Hey, scholar, what are you doing here?"

But he saw Zhan Xiong walking in next.

"Hey, Boss Zhan, why are you back?" As he spoke, he secretly hid the bronze mirror behind his back and prepared to retreat with a smile on his face.

"Bring the mirror over here!" Zhan Xiong walked over and ignored him. He just stretched out his hand, pointed at the hand that the big man kept hiding, and said in a deep voice, "Hey, okay!" The big man muttered and reluctantly held the hand.

The mirror was handed to Zhan Xiong.

"Hmph!" Zhan Xiong snorted when he took it. Then he took a mirror, looked at it, and sighed, "Hey, you are so handsome!"

puff······

Behind them, the sound of vomiting sounded again. Some people even couldn't bear it anymore and passed out.

When Lu Heng heard this, his face turned pale and he swallowed hard. He was holding on to the door frame and felt a little dazed.

This, this, what's going on?

Even though Lu Heng was used to big winds and waves, he was shocked by this group of super rough and arrogant transvestites.

This kind of doubt has been lingering in Lu Heng's mind. It was not until he met Wu Ningyuan that many of the doubts in Lu Heng's heart were solved.

In the small courtyard, the shirtless Wu Ningyuan was wielding a broadsword whirringly. His beard and hair were all white, his expression was stern, his eyes were like lightning, and he was walking around with no traces of age. All he had was the burning passion and passion.

Hot blooded.

The God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty is indeed worthy of his reputation!

Standing at the door, Lu Heng quietly looked at Wu Ningyuan who was wielding a machete vigorously in the yard, and praised in his heart.

After a while, Wu Ningyuan's body suddenly stopped. He held the heavy sword in one hand and landed on the ground with a clang.

Turning around, he looked at the scholar at the door.

The old man grinned, looked at the scholar quietly, and said, "Here?"

Very casual greeting and very warm.

This is the importance that old friends should have.

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Although both of them are very excited, but, hey, this is how it should be!

"Yeah!" Lu Heng smiled and nodded.

"How was the journey?" Wu Ningyuan took the towel handed over by his subordinates, wiped the sweat on his body, put on his clothes and asked with a smile.

"Okay!" Lu Heng felt warm in his heart, nodded and said with a smile.

"The meal is ready, let's go!" Wu Ningyuan threw away the towel, walked over, put his arm around Lu Heng's shoulders, pulled him, and walked toward the hall.

"Go to the next door and call Zhang. Sir, come! Just say that an old friend is visiting!" As he walked in, Wu Ningyuan seemed to have thought of something. He turned around and looked behind him, arguing about who was the most handsome.

Zhan Xiong and Da Han Dao.

"Uh, ah?!" The two people quickly stopped arguing and looked extremely serious. However, when the prince told them to go next door, their expressions suddenly fell and they looked reluctant.

"Go quickly, a group of women scared you into being like this!" Wu Ningyuan scolded loudly with a look in his eyes.

Both Zhan Xiong and Zhan Xiong lowered their heads, as if listening. However, the resentment on their faces could not be driven away.

"Xiao Dapeng, you go!" Wu Ningyuan saw the two men lowering their heads like ostriches, and couldn't help but also had black lines on their heads. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the strong man, and made a direct decision.

"Ah?" Xiao Dapeng was dumbfounded.

On the side, Zhan Xiong grinned evilly, looking gloating about his misfortune.

"What are they?" After entering the house, Lu Heng finally couldn't help his curiosity. He pointed at Zhan Xiong who looked up and laughed outside and asked Wu Ning how far he was.

"Hey, don't mention it!" Wu Ningyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Lu Heng's eyes lit up. Looking at Wu Ningyuan's expression, he knew that there must be something going on, so he asked hurriedly.

"Two days ago, an envoy from nowhere came to the imperial court. Ahem, this envoy led a group of dark-looking and extremely ugly Kunlun slave women!" Wu Ningyuan's face turned a little pale.

, after coughing, he continued: "The envoy said that these women are beauties selected by their king himself, and they are to be presented to my royal brother!"

"Oh?" Lu Heng seemed to have guessed something. After taking a sip of tea, he asked curiously, "Is this happening?"

Kunlun slave, he knows it.

The so-called Kunlun slaves in the Zhou Dynasty today are actually those people from Africa in later generations.
To be continued...