The cute king of Douluo? No! It's the Demon King!

When Jin Qiyan was first selected as a bodyguard, he accompanied Wang Douxiang for the first time, and it happened that several noble people came to see him. Those noble people seemed like gods in front of ordinary people, but that day he saw the gods bowing their heads with smiles on their faces...

This was a baptism that made him aware of Wang's powerful strength and ubiquitous influence. From then on, he was completely devoted to the Wang family.

He felt that he was lucky to be able to become Wang's bodyguard. But the young man in front of him did not hesitate... He swore that after Yang Xuan heard his words, he raised his head and declined the opportunity without even taking a breath, almost without thinking.

Jin Qiyan was slightly startled, Huang Laoer's face turned red, "Do you know the reputation of the Wang family?"

When Yang Xuan was in the village, Chang'an was the place where gods lived for him. Some people have been to the county seat, or some people have traveled far away, and when they come back, they brag about how great Chang'an is. From those people's mouths, he vaguely knew the five surnames of the family.

When the five surnames of a family are mentioned, the people in the village always look up to them with admiration, probably like an ant looking up to a god. If you can't touch it, you can't help but be a lackey.

"I know." Yang Xuan's heart moved slightly, and then he became firm.

Jin Qiyan said with a cold face, "Have you thought clearly?"

Yang Xuan nodded.

Jin Qiyan sighed in his heart. He had good intentions, but this honest young man didn't know how rare this opportunity was. Naturally, he couldn't persuade him any more, otherwise he would be disqualified, so he gave Huang Laoer a wink and left slowly.

Huang Laoer lowered his voice, "This world does not only belong to the emperor, but also to the five surnames of the family. Being able to join the Wang family is as noble as working by the emperor's side. From now on, you can hold your head high when you go out. Who dares to bully you? Just Give Wang's name..."

He felt that everyone would flock to such a beautiful thing and get it, and Yang Xuan's previous refusal was probably because he didn't know the dignity of the Wang family's guards.

So he snorted angrily, waited for Yang Xuanfan to repent, and then went to Jin Qiyan to apologize for him.

Yang Xuan was grateful in his heart, but sincerely said: "Thank you, it's really not necessary."

This boy is stupid! Huang Laoer turned around, just as Jin Qiyan looked over, he shook his head slightly.

What a stupid boy! Jin Qiyan sneered and immediately went to report it to Wang Douxiang.

"Follow him." Wang Douxiang said lightly. He was very busy. If Yang Xuan hadn't saved his niece, he probably would never have looked at this person again in his life. If you don't want to, then forget it.

Outside, Huang Laoer felt that Yang Xuan had given up a golden avenue in life, and his liver ached with anger.

Yang Xuan sat on the ground and watched those people making a bonfire.

He was heartbroken and knew that if he entered the Wang family, he would have almost no worries in his life. Food, clothing, housing, transportation, wife, children, children, everything is under the protection of the Wang family.

The young man said in a young voice: "The tiger seeks out all the beasts and eats them, and gets the fox." The fox said: "No one dares to eat me!" The Emperor of Heaven has made me grow into hundreds of beasts, and now my son eats me, which is contrary to the order of the Emperor of Heaven. If you think I don't believe you, I will go first for you, and you will follow me. How dare you not go away when the beasts see me? "

This is a short story told in the scroll.

His voice was soft, but his eyes were bright, "The tiger thought so, so he followed it. The beasts ran away when they saw it. The tiger didn't know that the beast was afraid of it and ran away, thinking it was afraid of the fox."

Huang Laoer was talking to Jin Qiyan at the tent not far away. He glanced at him and shook his head slightly, feeling very regretful.

The young man's back was straight, and his voice became softer and softer, but he was so determined that even the gods could not stop him.

"I don't want to be a fox, I want to be a tiger!"

Night is coming.

There was a faint light in the sky, but it was gradually covered by the night. The stars are like gravel, hanging densely in the sky.

"What a river!"

Huang Laoer looked up at the galaxy, "I want to write poetry."

"Can you compose poetry?" Yang Xuan waited eagerly.

Huang Laoer held it in for a long time and finally stood up, "I'm going to poop."

Yang Xuan said expectantly: "I want to go faster while squatting."

Huang Laoer ran away in a flash.

Yang Xuan sat there blankly, looking at the sky and the stars, thinking of that home.

What will happen to Yang Ding? Mostly annoyed. What about Wang? They will definitely keep cursing him, what a short-lived person, what a cheap dog slave...

Of their three sons, the older two are getting ready to start a family and will have to make a living by farming in the future; the younger one is naughty and spoiled, and will probably be a problem in the future.

But with that tiger around, the county magistrate will agree to some of the Yang family's requests, and I think their life will be much easier.

Shouldn't I hate them? Why am I relieved?

Yang Xuan was suddenly confused.

Yang Ding and his wife raised him because of money. With five hundred dollars a month, he was almost as rich as a man in Xiaohe Village. They saved a lot of money in those years, enough to last for many years.

Three months after Yang Lue disappeared, Yang Ding and his wife finally changed their faces. From then on, he became the bitter cauliflower in the field and coptis water in the medicine shop...

hate it?

Yang Xuan thought of those five years of suffering, nodded, and then shook his head slightly.

He is not a good person, but after all, he can't forget those years of raising him, even for the sake of money. But the Yang Ding couple gave him a home during those years.

"Home." Yang Xuan covered his face with his hands and rubbed it. When he looked up again, there was already a sunny smile on his face.

"Young man, don't pretend to be serious!" The young man pretended to be free and easy, which made Huang Laoer, who had just returned, laugh and kicked him from behind, "Hurry up and get ready to sleep."

Lying in the tent, surrounded by darkness and unable to see the stars, Yang Xuan was still a little uncomfortable. He prefers the stars and rivers as his quilt, the earth as his bed, and sleeps with the sounds of birds and animals.

Huang Laoer lay down and whispered: "In the future, remember to be more vigilant when sleeping with others. That is me, if I were another thief, would you still be alive?"

"Yes." Yang Xuan responded and moved his decoration to the side.

A thread was pulled at his side, one end connected to his finger. He was lying on his side, holding a dagger in his right hand. Once alerted, the dagger would be swung without hesitation.

Yang Xuan lay down and closed his eyes happily.

He has slept in the mountains and forests countless times, and all the beasts that he thought he found delicious food became his prey without exception.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xuan felt numbness on the back of his head and the hairs on his back stood on end.

In the darkness, he opened his eyes.

Huang Laoer's slight snoring sounded, very steady.

Yang Xuan listened intently.

Snorings came one after another from all angles, some were big and some were small, some were long and some were short. The longest snoring was intermittent, as if he would stop breathing at the next moment.

Other than that, the world was incredibly quiet.

Yang Xuan took up the thread and patted Huang Laoer gently.

"Who?"

Huang Laoer jumped up suddenly, and at some point he had a knife in his hand.

In the darkness, those eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Yang Xuan lowered his voice, "It's me."

"What's the matter?" Huang Laoer took a step back warily, then laughed. Yang Xuan had already saved the young lady, could he still think about killing him?

Yang Xuan leaned against the edge of the tent, feeling the numbness on the back of his head and the coldness on his back, "I feel something is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Huang Laoer listened attentively and said puzzledly: "There is nothing abnormal. Are you having a nightmare?"

Yang Xuan gently opened the curtain, and the cold wind from outside blew in, making Huang Laoer behind him shiver.

"I don't have nightmares."

Yang Xuan lied. He has had nightmares from time to time since he was ten years old. In the nightmare, there were many people who wanted to kill him, and the leaders were Yang Ding and Wang.

Huang Laoer put on his clothes and followed him out.

"Don't move." Huang Laoer warned: "There are people squatting at the entrance. If you don't say hello, you will be shot to death by random arrows."

Yang Xuan squatted outside the tent, squinted at the front, grabbed something with his right hand, put it under his nose and smelled it.

Huang Laoer wondered, "What did you catch?"

Yang Xuan shook his head, "I caught some disturbing auras."

His body was hunched and he moved forward slowly.

"Be careful." Huang Laoer bent down and followed behind, "Don't get into trouble."

Yang Xuan didn't look back, "I don't want to be troublesome. But it's a long way to Chang'an from now on, and I don't want to eat dry cakes."

So he had to protect the sponsor of this trip so that he could have boiled water, delicious food, and a warm tent.

Just for this?

Huang Laoer curled his lips.

Yang Xuan seemed to know what he was thinking, and added: "I will not sit back and watch you be killed by a sneak attack."

Huang Laoer thought it was ridiculous, "With dozens of guards, do we still have to rely on you for protection?"

Yang Xuan in front nodded slightly, and Huang Laoer really wanted to slap him unconscious.

Yang Xuan suddenly stopped moving.

He looked ahead. Under the sky, the night wind was blowing, and Huang Laoer felt very cold. But looking at the motionless young man in front of him, he suppressed his impatience. Just when he was about to speak, Yang Xuan slowly raised his hand...

To shut up!

Huang Laoer understood this gesture and gritted his teeth and prepared to deal with the boy.

Yang Xuan felt as if there were a group of demons and monsters squatting in front of him, opening their huge mouths and waiting to gnaw something.

He took off his bow and arrow, and Huang Laoer couldn't help laughing and said in a low voice: "You want to shoot at the moon?"

Yang Xuan shook his head and said softly: "How many enemies does the Wang family have?"

He knew that the five surnames in his family were similar to gods, but he didn't know how powerful they were.

Huang Laoer was startled, "What did you see?"

Yang Xuan knelt on the ground and tied a cloth strip to the head of the arrow. The smell of kerosene came from the arrow.

"What do you want to do?"

Huang Laoer finally changed his color, "I woke up Mr. Erlang and the young lady, and you and I have to..."

Yang Xuan took out the fire fold, lowered his head and blew on it, then put the cloth over it.

puff!

The cloth burned, and Yang Xuan stood up, raised his head slightly, and pointed his bow and arrow forward.

Huang Laoer roared at the top of his lungs, "Stop!"

The camp was surrounded, but an opening was left. Behind the opening were five guards squatting. They looked back in shock.

The boy stood in front of the camp, his face illuminated by the fire.

call out!

Arrows flew out of the camp.

As the arrow fell, everyone's eyes couldn't help but follow.

The arrow fell with firelight, illuminating a dark shadow.

The black shadow squatted there and raised his head in astonishment. Obviously he didn't expect that someone would find him in the camp.

Huang Laoer was extremely shocked. He didn't know how Yang Xuan knew that someone was preparing to raid outside the camp, but he knew one thing... without Yang Xuan, they would be in great trouble tonight.

Behind the black shadow, a crowd of figures stood up.

Choke!

Choking...

The sound of the long sword being unsheathed was like the sound of horse hooves when cavalry charged into battle.

The black figures lowered their heads slightly, and the leader pointed his sword forward.

The guard didn't have time to give Yang Xuan a grateful look, and screamed crazily, his voice extremely shrill.

"Enemy attack..."

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