Seeing Han Xuefei approaching them, Tang Tian and Deng Tong were stunned for a moment. But in the next second, they became excited.
This was the dream goddess of the Capital City's disciples. She was actually walking towards them!
It seemed like their status in the Capital City was going to rise!
The two of them immediately straightened their backs and walked forward with smiles on their faces.
"Miss Xue Fei, to be able to see you, it's really …"
"Young Master Tang, I didn't expect to meet you here.
I haven't properly thanked you for teaching my cousin the last time at school. If Young Master Tang needs any help from this little girl during this hunting day, I will definitely do my best to help! "
Tang Tian's words were stuck in his throat halfway. This was because Han Xuefei had directly walked past the two of them and was walking behind them.
In an instant, awkwardness and shame flashed across Tang Tian's face. In the end, all of this turned into an ancient rage that burned fiercely in his heart. But under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he could only suppress this anger and cover it up.
"Ding! From Tang Tian's distress + 365 …"
"Ding! From Deng Tong's distress + 231 …"
"Ding! From Murong Sen's distress + 56 …"
Hearing the system's notifications of negative emotions, Tang Yong couldn't help but smile. This Han Xuefei was really a goddess!
She had only walked towards him and said a few simple words, but all of these surrounding noble disciples were actually giving him negative emotions. He had only chatted with their goddess, but he had attracted so much hate?
If he married Han Xuefei one day, wouldn't these negative emotions explode?
Seeing the increasing negative emotions, Tang Yong felt that this wasn't enough. Looking at the gentle goddess in front of him, he grinned and said, "Miss Han Xuefei is really too polite. But speaking of which, there is one thing that I would like to ask of you."
Han Xuefei was stunned when she heard this. She suggested this because she wanted to save his life because he had helped her brother. She had heard from many people that Tang Tian had hired someone to assassinate him.
However, she did not expect the other party to be so impatient and actually want to use it immediately.
Han Xuefei furrowed her brows. Her good impression of him disappeared completely. Her face darkened and she said coldly, "Speak. What's the matter?"
"Miss Han Xuefei, I want the flower hairpin on your head." Tang Yong smiled and pointed at the hairpin on Han Xuefei's head.
Han Xuefei was stunned. She took off her hairpin and handed it to Tang Yong. "Is that all?"
"That's all."
Seeing that Tang Yong did not make any unreasonable demands, Han Xuefei breathed a sigh of relief. However, she and Tang Yong no longer owed each other anything. She immediately cupped her hands and said, "Take care of yourself."
"Ding! From Zhang Yuntian's distress + 215..."
"Ding! From Murong Sen's distress + 399..."
"Ding! From Tang Tian's distress + 410..."
"Ding! From Deng Tong's distress + 423..."
As soon as the flower hairpin was in his hand, Tang Yong saw that his system mailbox was about to explode. Rows and rows of names appeared crazily. The small ones were tens, while the big ones were hundreds. The power of the goddess was indeed not to be underestimated!
At the same time, he felt that four or five terrifying gazes were firmly locked on him. If he dared to act rashly, these gazes would turn into thousands of pieces and cut him into pieces in the next second.
Tang Yong's personality was like this. If you threaten me and don't let me do something, I will do it for you!
He curled his lips and coldly looked at the people who threatened him. Then, he raised his middle finger.
"Ding! From Murong Sen's distress + 499..."
"Trash, you're courting death!"
The eyes of one of the people who had been talking to Han Xuefei flashed, and a terrifying murderous intent exploded from his eyes.
If it weren't for the old man beside him holding his shoulder, he might have already rushed up to Tang Yong.
Just when the atmosphere was incomparably awkward, an incomparably luxurious convoy slowly came from afar. The guard leading the convoy was riding a "Gale Horse", which was a Perfect Rank Three Demon Beast.
Looking further back, there was an incomparably luxurious carriage carved out of gold, jade and jewels. Four dragon-horses were pulling the carriage with brisk steps.
Longma was the highest level demon beast that had been domesticated to date. Every adult Longma was a Level Four Perfect Level, which was equivalent to a peak Martial Master.
Tang Yong glanced at it and couldn't help but secretly click his tongue. He didn't know who was sitting in the carriage to be able to afford such a carriage!
Soon, the carriage arrived in front of the crowd. The door opened, and a graceful young man in a purple robe stepped out.
Following him was a middle-aged man with a shrewd appearance. As soon as he stepped out of the carriage, he immediately scanned the crowd. His sharp gaze was like that of a wild beast. Everyone couldn't help but shrink back, including the arrogant Duke's son.
A Battle King level expert!
Tang Yong's pupils shrank. This was the first time he had seen such an expert. Of course, excluding the Great Ancestor.
"Greetings, Your Highness, the Third Prince!"
Everyone knelt down to pay their respects.
Tang Yong suddenly realized, "So it's the Third Prince. No wonder he has a Battle King level expert as his bodyguard."
In recent years, His Majesty's health had been poor, and several of the adult princes were eager to fight for the throne. The Third Prince, Liu Yong, was a strong contender. Although his talent in cultivation was not as good as the Sixth Prince's, and his family's influence was not as strong as the Crown Prince's, he was smart and capable. He was good at governance, and in just two months, he had resolved the flood in the south, earning the praise of the courtiers.
Of course, although his cultivation talent was not as good as the Sixth Prince's, it was not bad either.
He could be considered a first-rate expert.
Liu Yong smiled and waved his hand at the crowd, "Everyone, please dispense with the formalities. Today is the first day of the hunt. I am here on my royal father's orders to participate in this gathering with everyone. I hope that everyone will not give way to me when the time comes."
As soon as he finished speaking, a few officials who were resting in their tents immediately rushed over and greeted the Third Prince.
The Third Prince said, "The auspicious time has arrived. Let's begin!"
The official with the Moustache stood on the high platform and used his battle qi to spread his voice to every corner.
"The auspicious hour has arrived. The Demon Hunting Meet will begin. This event will last for a month. Every ten people will be divided into a group. The members of each group will be decided by drawing lots. Those who hunt the most demons and enter the top hundred will receive double the rewards. The three people who hunt the most demons will receive personal rewards from His Majesty. As for the prizes, please allow me to keep you in suspense. I guarantee that all of you will be satisfied!"
"The Moustache official walked down with a smile. At this time, someone had already prepared a lot in front of everyone. Tang Yong drew a lot, Group B number 10.
Very quickly, the people in Tang Yong's group were all gathered. Surprisingly, two of the nine people were people that Tang Yong knew. One was Murong Sen, who had provided him with a lot of negative emotions, and the other was the noble Third Prince, His Highness.