Miaoman's body curled up in a ball on the bed, as if she was still enduring some kind of pain in her sleep.
The young man slowly walked forward and stretched out his right hand...
boom!
Before he could react, he fell heavily to the ground. The internal organs seemed to be falling apart.
The Dao Yuan in his body was scattered, and his neck was pinched tightly by two fingers.
The man's face turned red quickly, his eyes widened, and he looked at the woman wearing a faceless mask on top of him.
"Yan... Yan..."
The Masked Man Demon glanced at the bottles and jars scattered on the ground and saw that they were all filled with various types of wound medicine, so he gently loosened his fingers, but his eyes were still cold: "What do you want to do?"
"You seem... to be seriously injured." The young man said, his voice full of nervousness: "I want to... help."
"Little waste." The Masked Demon sneered, stood up, walked back to the bed, and asked in a teasing tone, "How can you help me?"
Liang Jiu, a former disciple of Yongguo Qingyunting, was lying quietly on the ground, still trapped in the trembling feeling of dying, unable to break free.
Yanzi turned around and sat on the bed, Miaoman's figure stilled into a curve. While flipping back her long hair, she wiped away the sweat on the back of her neck, took her jade hand away without leaving a trace, and placed it on her lap.
Her tone was delicate: "You idiot, what are you still doing lying there?"
Liang Jiu stood up as soon as he was excited. His staggering steps hit the bottles and cans, making a clanking sound, and then stopped in fear.
"What are you doing?" Yanzi said angrily, "Are you afraid of me?"
"No, no. I like...I like it." Liang Jiu hurriedly moved forward and crawled onto the swallow tremblingly.
He reached out to unbutton his collar, but he couldn't unbutton it for a long time. Instead, the back of his hand touched the mask without facial features.
"Snapped!"
Yanzi slapped him with a backhand, sending him flying and making him roll on the ground several times.
"A spoiler!"
There was anger in the cold voice: "Others have great success in their twenties, but you are like a dog in your twenties! You can't do well as a dog, you are clumsy!"
Liang Jiu rolled around on the ground in embarrassment for a few times. When he stopped, he quickly turned over and knelt down, his head lowered.
He didn't know why he was slapped.
He didn't know who Yanzi was talking about, let alone that she was wrong. That Jiang Wang was not even twenty years old.
He just lowered his eyebrows, curled up his energy that had been wiped out long ago, and whispered: "I'm sorry."
"Alas..." Yanzi sighed and seemed to soften a little. He stood up and walked to Liang Jiu, slowly squatting down. The fragrant breeze blew over his nose, and her jade hand touched his forehead: "Sister, I really like it. You, I treat you well, but how can you stay with my sister like this? My sister is teaching you every day, so you should try your best, okay?"
Liang Jiu was frightened, ashamed and flustered, and made a whimpering sound like a puppy: "Yeah."
Yanzi reached out and took him into his arms.
The two of them clung to each other, feeling the warmth of needing each other.
Trance is also love.
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On the battlefield of Xingyue, the armies of Xiang and Xu gathered together.
The leading general of the Xiang Kingdom is the great general of the Xiang Kingdom. The leader of the Xu Kingdom is Fang You, the military marshal of the Xu Kingdom.
Both of them were famous generals, and they were also the most proficient military masters in the two countries.
But anyone with a discerning eye knows that the outcome of the war does not depend on them.
The two world-famous generals actually have only one name that really makes a difference. Let the Chinese people believe that the armies of Xiang and Xu are fighting for their own national interests.
Qi Jing and the large number of young geniuses from their respective vassal and vassal countries who crowded the battlefield were the quality that this battle was going to test.
As the number one genius of the Rong Kingdom, Lin Xian was extremely famous in his own country, but he was not conspicuous in Xingyue Plains.
Bao Bozhao, Chao Yu, Xie Huaian, Wang Yiwu, Chong Xuansheng, Li Longchuan, Yan Fu, Tian Chang, Wen Lianmu, Gao Zhe...
Only the younger generation from Qi State who arrived on the battlefield were full of talents and dazzling, and there was no room for the geniuses of the small countries in the East to show their faces.
And because of Rong Guo's careful thinking in the Yellow River Meeting, it was foreseeable that he would be beaten in Xingyueyuan.
Therefore, Lin Xian had kept a very low profile since arriving in Xingyueyuan, and would never leave the camp without an order.
But even so, some things cannot be avoided.
After the Japanese military meeting, almost as soon as Fang You announced the end of the meeting, Lin Xian had already quietly stood up and left the meeting, heading to the camp.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly saw a figure flickering, and a tall man stopped in front of him.
He has a broad nose, wide eyes, rich clothes, and a proud face.
His eyes dropped, and his eyes were quite high above his head.
"Are you Lin Xian?" the man asked.
Lin Xian looked calm and nodded in greeting: "I have met Mr. Gao Zhe."
Gao Zhe, who was half a head taller than him, looked down at him with interest, as calmly as a cat playing with a mouse: "Do you know me?"
Facing the heir of the Jinghai Gao family, Lin Xian kept a very low profile: "A small country dare not disrespect a big country. Lin Xian has done his homework in the name of the talented people in Qi."
"Ah ha?" Gao Zhe looked around and said with a smile: "This man's posture is different from the rumors!"
Yan Fu, who was not far away, said: "Brother Gao, what are you doing here? I have another Taoist technique that I want to discuss with you. Let's go to my camp to talk first!"
"Hey, don't worry about it for a moment." Gao Zhe waved his hand and refused to step on the ladder set up by Yan Fu. He still looked at Lin Xian: "I heard from you Rongguo people that after Jiang Wang disappeared, you Lin Xian was the number one in the Eastern Region. Inner government?"
It was very obvious that Gao Zhe was looking for trouble.
Wang Yiwu, Wen Lianmu and others who were passing by also stopped and looked over.
Chong Xuansheng and Li Longchuan walked on the other side, but did not speak.
Li Longchuan had no friendship with Gao Zhe, but Zhong Xuansheng could see Gao Zhe's thoughts as soon as he raised his eyes and didn't bother to bother.
Gao Zhe has now consolidated his position as the heir to the family, and his morale is much higher. The reason for coming to the Xingyue Plains battlefield was to become famous. The best way is of course to show off your power on the battlefield, but stepping on Lin Xian who climbed onto the river viewing platform is also one of the ways. And safe and secure.
Bao Bozhao, Chao Yu and others walked away without any concern, especially Bao Bozhao, who felt that these were younger generations, and Bao Zhongqing should be in the same group as them. Chongxuan Zun didn't even bother to come to Xingyueyuan, and he, Bao Bozhao, was usually quite proud of himself and kept a distance from these younger brothers.
In addition, geniuses from small countries such as Xu, Zhao, Yi, Chang, etc., did not dare to approach at all, and could only watch from a distance.
With so many geniuses of the younger generation present, who would be willing to lose face and weaken their momentum?
Thinking about it, a fight is inevitable.
But Lin Xian, who was blocked by Gao Zhe, didn't even raise his eyelids and just said quietly: "I never said this."
"Oh?" Gao Zhe was not surprised that Lin Xian would give in, but he was surprised that he gave in so quickly, without struggling at all. He took half a step forward and asked maliciously: "Then in front of so many people now?" Let me ask you, from the bottom of your heart, how do you compare to Jiang Wang?"
Lin Xian raised his eyes, looked around, and said calmly under the watchful eyes of the young geniuses from various countries in the Eastern Region: "I, Lin Xian, would like to be a lackey under Jiang Qingyang's sect. I don't dare to compete with Jiang Wang before I advance!"
As soon as this statement came out, those who were noisy, noisy, and restless... were all silenced.
The whole place was silent!
