The two of them knelt down on one knee and said, "Sir, please calm down. We don't want anything, we just want to do something."
"Say" At this time, Zuo Yang's anger faded slightly, but his eyebrows were still gloomy and terrifying.
"Please allow my brother and sister to protect her together."
"Sir, the matter of the Golden Tears was not mentioned in the letter. Aren't you curious how we knew about it?"
"I don't want to know." He declined in a deep voice. What on earth were these two people planning?
"Chinese Xizhou Longyin Forest"
Huaxia... Xizhou Longyin... He finally remembered some fragments and showed a rare smile that he had not seen for a long time: "I see, then you two should work well. It's best not to let me find out about any evil intentions, otherwise, you will die!"
"As ordered!" The two of them breathed a sigh of relief. After nearly ten thousand days and nights of training, just to protect them, they finally fulfilled their orders.
After leaving the meeting room and walking on the road, Zuo Yang kept thinking, how many lives have passed? How many guards have you trained intentionally or unintentionally? How did they find this place? Alas, his memory was too confusing to verify, and Wuyou was even more confused.
Now that the Longyin Guards of the West Continent are here, where did the Fengming Army of the East Continent go?
Five-dimensional space, Yingchuan Continent, a space layer with thin spiritual energy, the main palace of Yunying City in Beiwu Kingdom.
A wail and curse came from it, "His grandma is so stupid, young master, I must die in the hands of these barbarians." The young man wore a jade crown on his head and a moon-white snow brocade, but at this time it was dirty and tattered, and there was a pendant hanging around his waist. A black jade square pendant, limping and being helped by the old man to sit down.
"Master, don't go. You're just injured. I don't want you to provoke them. Why don't you listen?" The old man in gray robe beside him advised him bitterly while pouring tea for the young man.
"Gudong Gudong..."
After pouring two cups of tea, the young man said: "Uncle Luo, they have occupied Qiming Mountain for five years. I just want to go up and collect some medicine." He was kicked down no less than fifty times, attacked by stones many times, and was also strangely Weapons scare away numerous times.
The young man's name is Huo Yifei. He is the young master of the Yunying City Lord's Mansion. He loves to go to the mountains with his servants to collect herbs. He finally won the favor of an old alchemist who was willing to accept him as his disciple.
It just so happened that every time the old man proposed a prescription for elixirs, the medicinal materials needed had to be picked from Qiming Mountain. He was originally an elegant Yushu Lanzhi, but he didn't want to face the "mountain bandits" in Qiming Mountain and was forced to become a cynical gangster. Even his words were full of gangsterism.
"It's not good, it's not good..." A follower in a blue shirt stumbled from outside the house and ran to the young man.
"The master has gone up the mountain. He said that he must seek justice for you, young master. Master, please go and have a look." Xiaodouzi, the young man, ran several streets and was already out of breath from exhaustion.
Huo Yifei thought to himself: My father has finally made his mark. The city lord Huo Wanshan is known to be timid and afraid of getting into trouble, but he is rich and well-known as a good man.
The position of city lord was completely due to the fact that no one dared to take the position, and it was too expensive. Anyone who lacked face and oil and couldn't open the pot could get credit from his store. It is said that the account book of credit and the income account are almost the same.
"Come on, let me take a look."
"If the master knew that the young master cared about him so much, he would be very pleased."
"Oh, Uncle Luo, stop talking. Hurry up. If you go late, you won't be able to see my father being embarrassed."
"Master, you..." Is this still my young master who is full of poetry and knowledge? These foreigners really do a lot of harm to people!
Knowing that what he said was wrong, Huo Yifei immediately pretended to be stupid and said, "What's wrong with me? Did I say anything? Did your young master say anything, Xiaodouzi?"
After receiving the signal, Xiaodouzi immediately denied it and said, "No, no."
In Qiming Mountain, looking at the middle-aged man sitting on the ground with a dirty face, gasping for air, a heavily armed man in camouflage took off his sunglasses, his face was as clear as a sculpture, and his black eyes shot out the cold stars.
"Hey~ Why does this look familiar?"
"I...I...I am Huo Wanshan, the lord of Yunying City. I am here to seek justice for my son Huo Yifei. Please let your mountain king meet...to fight." After saying this, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Hey! Don't die here! It's so damn troublesome!" With that said, he picked up the back of City Lord Huo's neck and dragged him up the mountain.
Chang Ping, "Hu Die? Your names are so nice!" Looking at the newly added guards, Wuyou felt an indescribable sense of intimacy just by hearing their names.
"She loves butterflies flying together most. I named the two of you with the homophonic sound of "Hudie". Keep it in mind. When the end of the world comes, it will be the day when you two meet the Lord."
"Yes." Ever since they entered the Gate of Time and Space from China, the entire Longyin Guard had been working hard to meet their master. In order not to alert others, they specially selected a few unattractive guards, including of course their brothers and sisters.
Selected at all levels, they are the group with the best completion of various indicators.
Watching the two people entering the main tent, Gui Yin couldn't help but step forward, "Prince-in-law, who are they? Are they reliable? How are their skills?"
Regarding Guiyin's question, Zuo Yang had no intention of hiding it. If he didn't explain it clearly, it would easily arouse the dissatisfaction of all the Yunqi guards, and they would not trust the Hu Die brothers and sisters to get close to Wuyou.
"They are trustworthy and they are also bodyguards."
Hearing that they were also escorts, Guiyin suddenly became interested, and his bones rattled: "How many people are there?"
"When you get to know each other well, don't forget to tell me." Zuo Yang said in a reserved tone. He also wanted to know how many followers that girl had.
"It's an order." It's a good thing to have more than one person protecting the master.
At dusk, darkness spread to every corner of the city, thunder and lightning roared from far to near, and the eerie cold wind howled among the corpses and ruins.
Sleeping until midnight, Wuyou felt that his throat was tight. He broke away from Zuoyang's arms and wanted to drink water. As soon as he got up, he saw a strange shadow quickly passing outside the tent.
There were cloud guards guarding the camp all around, but Wuyou didn't take it to heart. After taking a few drinks of water, she was about to go to bed when the "whoosh" shadow flashed past her eyes again.
Relying on the hunter's keen intuition, her ghostly figure chased closely behind the shadow. Just within five meters of catching up, nothing could be seen except a dim light. Yunwei could also be seen in the distance. Figure, just when she wanted to give up, the vague smell of blood was quickly caught by her sensitive nose, and she hurriedly followed the smell of blood and disappeared into the night.
About twenty minutes later, she stood on the fault line of an abandoned building with about five floors. She stepped on the edge of the uneven wall and looked around with a frown.
She clearly felt that the thing was nearby, but she still couldn't see it.
There were occasional lightning flashes and thunder, and with the help of a flash of light, she finally saw that about two meters from where she stood, there was a pair of green eyes, like a pair of large glass balls set in the armor-covered on the eye sockets.
