"Branding Egg Festival? Is this a festival for hens to lay eggs?" Qin Jun was puzzled. He actually didn't know much about many modern festivals.

“…”

“…”

Luo Xian'er's face turned red, "You idiot! Christmas is not a Egg Festival!"

"It seems that there is no difference."

“…”

Luo Xian'er was completely speechless and sat down directly. Who is this?

Don't even know Christmas?

"By the way, are you going to attend the New Year's Day party in some days?"

"Um!"

Luo Xian'er nodded, and a blush appeared on her pretty face, "Grandpa, you have to prepare the clothes for me."

"good."

After all, Luo Chen is Lan Xing's school manager. How could he not know if there is any news in the school?

After dinner, it became dark, and Qin Jun and Luo Xian'er left by car.

"Huh..." Luo Chen wiped the cold sweat and glanced at Li Dao, "Xiao Dao, is it a blessing or a disaster for Xian'er to be with him?"

"I... don't know." Li Dao shook his head, "but from his jump a few days ago, I can see that Xian'er will definitely not suffer."

"well!"

Luo Chen smiled bitterly and sighed. The car accident 17 years ago made him a black-haired man.

His car followed...

I saw his son and daughter-in-law kill him by a huge rock!

In the sky, the Blood Sect and the Immortal Sect Confucians fight each other, and both sides seem to be snatching something.

As a result, a baby girl fell from the sky and landed on the roof of his car.

The situation was extremely chaotic at that time, and with the huge rocks rolling down, Luo Chen's driver had to force the car to run away in order to protect him.

From then on, the baby girl has an identity: the heir of Tianlong Group and the granddaughter of Luo Chen.

From then on, the baby girl had a name: Luo Xian'er!

...

Luo Chen sighed. Just as he was about to go back, he felt a wave of array coming from the air around him.

Could it be that the people from the Blood Sect are here again?

Immediately afterwards, more than ten figures of blue-clothed clothes appeared instantly, without exception, all of which were in the realm of heaven, and there was an old man with three lotus flowers on his head.

Three flowers gather together!

This person is the guardian of the Great Qin Alliance, Sword Thirteen!

One-hand swordsmanship is superb.

And they are the masters of the Great Qin Alliance left by Qin Jun, with the purpose of protecting Luo Chen and others.

"Who is coming?!"

Jian Shisan grabbed from the void and, accompanied by the crisp sound of the sword, an ancient Qingtong sword roared out.

He raised his sword and protected Luo Chen firmly behind him.

"Dr. Luo, you guys go quickly."

Qin Jun’s order is the imperial edict!

For the people of the Daqin Alliance, it must not be violated.

As long as he gives his order, they will complete even if they die!

Therefore, Luo Chen must not have any trouble!

Just as Jian Shisan was thinking, the strong wind blew, and for a moment, the spiritual power in his body was aroused.

The bronze ancient sword in his hand was even horizontally in front of his chest, and he was full of energy, focused and looked straight in front of him.

boom!

Here comes!

Jian Shisan felt a flash of blood flashing in front of his eyes and quickly stabbed a sword in front of him.

However, an unparalleled power roared.

Bang!

The three lotus flowers that were condensed from Sword Thirteen instantly shattered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

The bronze ancient sword in his hand was even shattered into powder. When everyone reacted, a terrifying blood-colored giant sword had already crossed Jian Shisan's neck.

The owner of this sword was an old man with white hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing ancient armor.

He is heroic, with dark eyes with terrifying murderous aura.

"Where are the descendants of the Qin King?"

The hoarse voice was cold, even Jian Shisan felt that it was so close to death...

Descendants of the Qin King?

Could it be that... Holy Lord?!

So, who is in front of you?

"Let go of the guardian!"

When the other strong men were about to take action, they were shaken away by the bloody aura at the same time.

"What descendants of the Qin King?" Jian Shisan frowned, but he would rather die than surrender.

He could not reveal the position of Qin Jun, because he was the holy lord of the Great Qin Alliance, and the eternal emperor who had been waiting for more than two thousand years to return!

The blood sword was retracted, and the white-haired old man glanced around.

He put his hands behind him, and the armor on his body made a little noise.

"Um?"

At this time, Jian Shisan realized something was wrong.

There was something wrong with this blood sword just now.

"You are descendants of the Qin King, and your soldiers... will not be killed!"

A hoarse voice slowly rang, and the mysterious old man turned around and walked slowly towards the distance with his blood sword on his back.

"What kind of sword is this?"

"By the hand of Wu Yue Ou Yezi, the sword of Qin."

hiss!

Ding Qin Sword?

As a member of the Great Qin Alliance and a descendant of the Qin Emperor's tribes, how could Jian Shisan not know how to determine Qin Jian?

During the reign of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, Wu'an Jun Bai Qi conquered cities and plundered land and opened up territory!

In the battle of Changping, killing 400,000 troops, establishing the overlord status of Qin and completely losing the ability to compete with Qin.

The king was very pleased and ordered Ou Yezi to cast a sword that was as sharp as iron and gave it to Bai Qi.

Name, determine Qin!

When Bai Qi finally slaughtered himself, he used this Ding Qin sword.

Thinking of this, Jian Shisan took a deep breath.

Could it be that... the murderous old man in front of him is the eternal killing god of the past?!!

Dingqin Sword, also known as the world's number one sword, has changed from being as dark as ink to blood because it drank countless enemies' blood.

"I don't know the name of senior... senior?"

Jian Shisan's voice was trembling. Now the people in the Great Qin League are all descendants of the old Qin people in the past.

Bai Qi is also an old Qin.

"Is the name?"

The moonlight shone, and the old man slowly turned around, his faint voice seemed to be moved, and he slowly murmured.

"A man dreams on the battlefield, and a golden sword and an iron horse are conquering the world. He has thousands of dead souls under the sword, and the red sky is reflected in thousands of miles of the naked earth. He is afraid of the gods and demons in the four wild fields. Who dares to despise the power of the general? He kills the gods and kills the gods and fights every battle."

"My name is Bai Qi!"
To be continued...