Han Sanqian was lying on the bed just now. Although he was resting with his eyes closed, his consciousness was checking people, and his thoughts never stopped.

Once war breaks out, what will happen to the safety of Su Yingxia and others is a question that Han Sanqian has been thinking about.

Continuing to stay in the house is obviously not a long-term solution. The boss downstairs can give him the best room for free because he killed the toad and the turtle man, and he can turn his back instantly because of the arrival of the Nether King.

This is not surprising.

So staying in his room is equivalent to letting someone catch a turtle in the urn.

"You all go back to the Eight Desolation Heavenly Book first, and the pangolin will help me bring the Heavenly Book to a safe place."

"What about you three thousand?" Qin Shuang asked anxiously.

"Since Youming City belongs to the King of Youming, after the accident, Youming City must be completely closed, and I must fight them to the end. However, I will intentionally break the line of defense for you, and if you have the opportunity, you will bring the Heavenly Book with you as a pangolin. Get out of town, you know?" Han Sanqian said coldly.

"Are you going to deal with the Nether King with your own strength? Even if you are capable, young man, but... this is equivalent to death? Also, what is the book of heaven?" Su Ziwu asked anxiously.

Qin Shuang was also very anxious, but she didn't speak, because she knew that if the situation wasn't dangerous, Han Sanqian didn't have to lie to Su Yingxia that nothing happened. For him to send Su Yingxia away, life and death must be unpredictable.

"Who said I was alone?" Han Sanqian smiled slightly.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, but they have all entered the heavenly book, and even pangolins have important tasks, who can help Han Sanqian? !

Facing everyone's questions, Han Sanqian did not answer them, but looked at the pangolin again with a very determined look in his eyes.

Although he was speechless, why didn't the pangolin understand what kind of mission Han Sanqian had entrusted to him?

In the heavenly book, there are countless lives in it. When this thing is handed over to the pangolin, what it means does not need to be said.

The pangolin nodded, patted his chest, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, although I'm usually not serious, but this time, the matter you entrusted to me, unless my pangolin dies, otherwise, it will be absolutely completed, and I will die." guarantee."

Han Sanqian nodded and glanced at everyone: "Okay, let's not talk nonsense, let's all come in."

As soon as the words fell, under the surprised eyes of Qinglong, Su Ziwu and Luzhu, under the calmness of Qin Shuang and Su Yan, and with the movement of Han Sanqianbahuang Tianshu, their figures disappeared in place.

Immediately afterwards, Han Sanqian came to Su Yingxia's room and gently opened the door.

Su Yingxia, who had her eyes open, quickly closed her eyes. Hearing Han Sanqian's footsteps getting closer, she felt Han Sanqian gently kissing her face, and Han Nian's again. Finally, tears flowed silently from the corners of her eyes.

How could Han Sanqian's tricks fool Su Yingxia? !

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With a movement of Han Sanqian's hand, Su Yingxia and Han Nian also disappeared in place.

Taking a long breath, Han Sanqian handed the Heavenly Book into the pangolin's hands, and the two nodded to each other in the dark...

Outside the house, the army has already pressed down and surrounded the building densely and mightily. Before the fat man shouted who is Han Sanqian, at this time, at the top of the building, a figure has slowly left. come out��

On the top of the attic, under the cloud of blood, the cold wind blew slightly, and a person stood slightly on the roof. Although he didn't move much, he looked a little disdainful and a little proud.

The fat man frowned, and drank in a cold voice, his voice was like a bell: "Are you Han Sanqian?"

Han Sanqian swept under the building lightly, and the soldiers were like tides like ants. He looked around and couldn't stop: "That's right."

"Little human race, have you ever asked me to make trouble in my Nether City?" the fat man said coldly.

Han Sanqian smiled contemptuously, and was unwilling to waste time explaining to this kind of person, because the explanation was obviously useless: "Are you here to avenge that toad and the turtle man?" JrNovels.com