The Western Dragon King is a rough man, and you can tell a thing or two about him just by looking at his residence. WWw. QuANbEn-XiAoShUo. COmThis place does not have the unique name of Tingyuxuan, nor the elegance and tranquility of the wooden building where Huang Shaojuan lives, nor the extraordinary decoration. A tent was set up in the middle of a flat land of more than 100 square meters. After being exposed to the sun for a long time, the tent changed from its original yellow-brown color to black, and then from black to white, and there were many large and small patches on it. Lifting the curtain to enter the interior, the area inside is not small, and the decoration is rough and wild, especially the huge cowhide chair in the middle of the big tent, which gives people a sense of imposingness. When Han Xiaohan entered the tent, there were more than ten people standing inside, separated on both sides. A person sat upright on the cowhide chair, with dark and shiny skin, almost the same color as his hair, and a pair of round eyes that were round and big. When he turned his eyes, the whites of his eyes moved on his dark face, like a ghost, which was indescribably terrifying.
He must be the Western Dragon King Qiu Tian! Han Xiaohan looked him up and down, guessing secretly in his heart.
He came alone. Luo Kai, the Chen brothers, and Qin Shuangshuang wanted to go with him, but Han Xiaohan refused. He didn't know what kind of person the Western Dragon King was. If they didn't agree, he might start a fight, and he was afraid that the four of them would be in danger.
"You are Han Xiaohan!" The dark-faced man on the chair leaned forward, his eyes wandering around Han Xiaohan. "If the boss hadn't told me, I would have really suspected that you were not a man! Haha..." He made a joke that he thought was funny, and everyone around him laughed as if to please him.
Han Xiaohan hated it most when people said he looked like a woman. He felt that it was the biggest insult to himself, even though he did look like one. As soon as they met, Qiu Tian left a bad impression on him. Han Xiaohan suppressed his anger and asked, "West Dragon King didn't come to me just to tell me that I look funny? If so, I'm leaving!"
"Huh?" As soon as these words came out, everyone in the tent was stunned, and the laughter stopped abruptly. Uncle Dong's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted in a low voice: "Han Xiaohan, don't talk nonsense in front of the Dragon King!" Then, he turned to Qiu Tian and said: "Dragon King, he is too young and can't speak, please don't..."
Qiu Tian waved his hand, interrupted him, and said to Han Xiaohan: "Little brother, don't you know where this place is?"
Han Xiaohan said lightly: "If I didn't know, I wouldn't come!"
"Then do you know who I am?" "The Western Dragon King, Qiu Tian!"
Everyone took a breath and called the Dragon King by his name. Apart from the other three Dragon Kings, Han Xiaohan was the first one. Uncle Dong had a good impression of Han Xiaohan and admired this young man. He listened to the conversation between him and Qiu Tian and stamped his feet anxiously, but unfortunately he couldn't get a word in.
"Everyone is young and frivolous at times, but he will have to pay the price for his frivolity!" Qiu Tian laughed and suddenly said coldly: "Sanhu, kill him!"
Sanhu is a person's name. He is the third among his brothers. He has a strong build, broad arms and a thick waist, with a tanned skin. When he stands there, he looks like an iron tower.
Hearing Qiu Tian's shout, he swung his legs and took two big steps towards Han Xiaohan. Without saying a word, he stretched out his black hand as big as a dustpan and grabbed his shoulder.
Hearing his heavy footsteps, Han Xiaohan knew that he had no skills at all, so he didn't take him seriously. He slightly tilted his body and kicked him hard from below.