Chapter 557

Gu Hanyuan's expression was indifferent.

He said without caring:

"No matter."

He asked Zhao Min again with a subtle smile:

"What has Miss Zhao considered? Do you want to sacrifice yourself?"

How could Zhao Min agree to Gu Hanyuan's request to inspect the goods?

She said with shame and anger:

"Since Young Master Gu has no sincerity, then forget it. As for the two heroes, please forgive the little girl for not being able to release them."

Gu Hanyuan shook his head with regret:

"So there is nothing to talk about?"

Zhao Min suddenly became vigilant.

Secretly signaling her subordinates to gather around.

"What does Young Master Gu want to do?"

Gu Hanyuan mocked with a smile:

"Gu Mou gives Miss Zhao a suggestion, and that is not to try to refuse the demands of the strong when your strength is insufficient."

After speaking, he rushed toward Zhao Min.

A look of panic flashed across Zhao Min's beautiful face.

She was about to retreat.

The Eight Divine Archers shot the arrows in their hands.

While shouting:

"Protect the Princess!"

The Eight Divine Archers drew their bows extremely fast.

The arrows in their hands were fired rapidly.

With the combined force of eight people, a rain of hundreds of arrows fell toward Gu Hanyuan in an instant.

The Hundred-Loss Daoist had just driven away the frost on his arm at this moment.

And blocked in front of Zhao Min with the Fire-Worker Monk who had also recovered.

The Xuanming Elders, A'er, A'san, and others took advantage of the cover of the arrow rain.

And attacked Gu Hanyuan at the same time.

For a moment, there was a feeling of being a trapped beast.

However, this kind of small scene was no longer anything to Gu Hanyuan.

He shouted lightly:

"Tearing Heaven and Cloud-Shattering!"

The palm force with a thousand pounds of force separated the crowd.

The Xuanming Elders and others were suddenly turned upside down.

The arrow rain of the Eight Divine Archers was blown away to who knows where.

Gu Hanyuan looked at the solemn Hundred-Loss Daoist and Fire-Worker Monk.

He smiled lightly.

His left hand "Calamity Cloud Descending" trapped the Fire-Worker Monk firmly in place.

He took a palm strike head-on.

If he had not used the "Diamond Indestructible Divine Skill" in time.

He would have been seriously injured in an instant.

But even so, he was hit so hard that he was out of breath for a while.

Unable to move.

Gu Hanyuan's right hand used a fist "Frost and Snow Flying."

Forcibly breaking open the Hundred-Loss Daoist's "Xuanming Divine Palm."

The Hundred-Loss Daoist's arm made a crisp sound as he flew backward.

Compared to the Fire-Worker Monk, who was strong in defense and weak in attack.

The Hundred-Loss Daoist, who was strong in attack and weak in defense, was even more unbearable in the face of Gu Hanyuan.

The cold internal energy of the "Xuanming Divine Palm" was ineffective.

If it was just comparing power.

Naturally, he was beaten by the "Heavenly Frost Fist."

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Min's guard strength was destroyed completely.

In her terrified gaze.

Gu Hanyuan pinched her delicate and fair neck.

And locked her firmly in his embrace from behind.

Gu Hanyuan leaned into Zhao Min's ear and said softly:

"Miss Zhao, do you understand now?"

Zhao Min was approached by a member of the opposite sex like this for the first time.

That pleasant male scent uncontrollably entered her nose.

She was also bearing the breath carried by Gu Hanyuan's voice at close range.

Zhao Min's jade face was suddenly flushed with red, and her beauty was blooming.

Her exquisite and small ears were also dyed into a piece of jade that was bright red like blood.

She endured the shyness.

And calmly mocked:

"Bullying a weak woman like me, Young Master Gu, it wouldn't sound very good if this were spread out."

Gu Hanyuan remained unmoved and said indifferently:

"Treating a princess of a hostile country, nothing is too much."

Feeling the delicate and slender body of the jade person in his arms.

Those graceful curves.

Softness mixed with the healthiness practiced from years of martial arts and horse riding.

Gu Hanyuan could only sigh:

"The experience is not just generally great."

Looking down from above.

He discovered that he could not even see Zhao Min's shoe tips.

He did not expect Zhao Min to be young.

But her figure was unexpectedly good.

Not inferior to Lan Fenghuang at all.

He did not know if it was raised by eating beef and drinking sheep's milk on the grassland for a long time.

Gu Hanyuan saw that even Zhao Min's snow-white back of the neck was flushed.

His heart moved.

He lowered his head and sniffed.

He teased:

"Miss Zhao smells really good; I wonder what kind of spice you use."

Zhao Min had never experienced such teasing.

Enduring the heartbeat mixed with nervousness and palpitations.

She scolded angrily:

"Lecher!"

Gu Hanyuan mocked with a smile: