"Oh?" Qiu Tianzuo was stunned for a moment, then he grinned and said, "Please invite her in!"
"Yes!" the man agreed and ran out quickly again. Not long after, a young girl was brought in from outside. She was about 20 years old, slender, pretty, with big watery eyes that could attract people's souls. Her curvy and hot body made many people in the tent stare at her.
Why is it her? Han Xiaohan frowned and lowered his head in thought, seeming to forget for a moment that there was a fierce enemy lurking in front of him.
She was the close subordinate of Huang Shaojuan, the East Dragon King, and the girl who had left a deep impression on Han Xiaohan when he first arrived in Dragon City. After the girl came in, she first looked around. When she saw Han Xiaohan, her eyes lit up and she looked him up and down carefully. Seeing that he was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief, then walked up to Qiu Tian, bowed slightly, her face flushed, and said shyly: "Zi Ling greets the West Dragon King!"
It turned out that her name was Zi Ling. Han Xiaohan only knew the girl's name at this time. It was a pity that the beautiful name and the equally beautiful body were matched with a sinister and vicious soul.
"Haha! It's Miss Zi Ling!" Qiu Tian laughed happily. Anyone could see that it was a laugh from the heart. He leaned forward and asked, "No one would come to see you for no reason. If you have anything to say, please tell me, Miss Zi Ling!"
"I'm here to deliver a letter." Zi Ling said.
"Whose letter is it?" Qiu Tian asked hurriedly.
"It belongs to my Dragon King." Zi Ling smiled cunningly.
"Oh?" Qiu Tian was startled and stretched out his arm, saying, "Bring it here quickly!"
Zi Ling took out a neatly folded piece of letter paper from her pocket and handed it to him. Qiu Tian suppressed his excitement and quickly opened the letter paper. There was a line of neat small characters written in inkstone on it. After reading it carefully from beginning to end, he remained silent for a long time.
"I have delivered the letter, King Xilong, Zi Ling bids farewell!"
"Ah... Oh!" Qiu Tian stood up and said in a clever way, "You finally came here, why don't you stay a little longer?"
"No!" Zi Ling laughed half-jokingly, "There are too many wolves here, I'm a little scared!" After saying that, she looked exaggeratedly at the people around her who were looking at her.
Qiu Tian's face flushed, and he cursed his men for being a bunch of idiots. He couldn't get angry in front of outsiders. He smiled and said, "Tell your Dragon King for me!"
"Well, I will pass on the Dragon King's words!" Zi Ling agreed happily, turned around, and left with a fragrant breeze. But before leaving, she looked at Han Xiaohan deeply again, moved her little mouth, but said nothing in the end.
After she left, Qiu Tian sat there in a daze, expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.
Uncle Dong saw that he was acting differently than usual and was puzzled as to why. Just as he was about to ask, Qiu Tian suddenly raised his head and looked at Han Xiaohan with a complicated expression. After a while, he seemed to have made a great decision and asked calmly, "Go!"
"Ah!" Sanhu thought he had heard it wrong, and asked suspiciously: "Dragon King, you...?"
"You get out too!" Qiu Tian waved his hand, turned around in annoyance, and no longer looked at everyone.
In the tent, Qiu Tian and his men were all puzzled by his abnormal behavior. Han Xiaohan was also very surprised. They didn't know why he suddenly let him go. Could it be related to Huang Shaojuan's letter? He guessed secretly, and felt someone pulling his sleeve. He turned around and saw that it was Uncle Dong.