Stop teasing ghosts when you're fighting

Everything around became silent, and the cave became even darker. Not only that, but the road leading to the exit is also very complicated. Even if you are careful, you will not escape the fact that you will lose your direction, and if you stay in it for a long time, you will also panic. , the sense of security will also disappear.

"No, I can't die here, I have to get out!"

"You can't die, you can't die, you must be calm and calm!"

Yan Nanzhi slapped himself hard and forced himself to calm down, but it was completely useless. The fear seemed to be an invisible bottomless pit, and there was nowhere to go.

"what!!"

"Tap, tap..."

Suddenly a sound came from above his head, Yan Nan was startled, and put his ear to the dirt on his head.

"Tap, tap..."

This is - the sound of bamboo poles!

Yan Nanzhi happily knocked on the ground a few times, then held his breath, and crawled forward following the sound of bamboo poles.

Who, who is helping him?

"Sir, this..."

Yi Xuan turned his head and gave him a cold look, Yue Nu immediately silenced, his body trembling constantly because of fear.

"Yue Nu, why do you think these two are disobedient? It's really annoying."

Xueyi, who was concentrating on beating the ground with a bamboo pole, suddenly saw a pair of black boots outlined with golden threads appear in sight, and her hands stopped suddenly: "Master, son..."

Yi Xuan had a smile on his face, and he didn't seem to be angry at all because of Xue Yi's behavior: "Are you helping Nanzhi?"

Xueyi clenched the bamboo pole in her hand, not daring to answer.

Yi Xuan said: "I thought this kid would have no one to help him, so I ran all the way here in worry, but I didn't expect to see you here, thank you so much."

Hearing this, Xueyi hurriedly said: "Young Master, you are being polite."

Seeing her flustered appearance, Yi Xuan just smiled lightly: "Give me this bamboo pole, I see that the general has already gone to your side, you should go back quickly, don't be found out."

"Ah!" Xueyi was startled, and quickly stuffed the bamboo pole into his hand: "Then there will be Mr. Lao."

After Xueyi finished speaking, she turned and left.

"and many more."

"Young master, you still have..."

Before Xueyi finished speaking, she felt a pain in her chest. She lowered her head slowly, and saw a long sword stuck in her chest, and blood flowed down the blade onto the ground.

"Master, son..."

"Pfft!"

With Yi Xuan's hand, the sword was suddenly pulled out, and Xueyi fell directly to the ground.

She only felt that the face of the person in front of her was very gloomy, as if Shura who had emerged from hell made people tremble uncontrollably.

"Yue Nu, take her body back and let the chief handle it."

Yue Nu saluted, quickly squatted down and put Xue Yi on her back, and left quickly.

After Yan Nanzhi in the cave didn't hear the sound, he panicked for a moment, and the sense of fear surged like a tide.

After Yi Xuan threw his bloody sword on the bushes in the forest, he returned to the position just now, picked up the bamboo pole, and tapped it on the ground.

"The girl knocked here just now, didn't she?"

The sound of bamboo poles coming back made Yannan's heart calm again. This time, the bamboo poles seemed a lot more hasty and the sound was much louder.

It turned out that the man had just rested for a while, and then he lost his voice.

Yan Nanzhi thought, afraid that the man holding the bamboo pole would lose his strength again, so he immediately accelerated his speed, and rushed straight to the entrance of the cave.

He was overjoyed, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of boots appearing in front of his eyes.

I saw the man crouching down slowly, and a sad face came into his sight.

"Nanzhi, are you okay?"

Xie Jing originally had Erlang's legs crossed, but when he saw this scene, his hand that was throwing the fruit stopped for a moment. He stared blankly at Yi Xuan pulling Yan Nanzhi up, and that gentle smile made Xie Jing's scalp tingle.

"Did you see it?" A voice suddenly appeared in Xie Jing's mind: "That's how he teased me back then."

The voice seemed to be forced from between the teeth, and it contained biting hatred, which made the listener tremble uncontrollably.

"You hate him?"

The wild ghost sneered: "Keep watching, and you will understand how much I hate him."

"Bastard!"

In the study

Yi Xuan knelt on the ground, the blood-red slap print was very clear on his fair face, he lowered his eyelashes, and slowly put his forehead on the ground.

"Father, calm down."

Yi Niannian was so angry that he waved his sleeves, returned to the chair and sat down, and shouted outside: "Yuenu, take Nanzhi back to the room to rest."

Yue Nu got the order, and respectfully said to Yan Nanzhi: "Young Master Yan, go back with this slave."

"Yue Nu, Yi Xuan..."

"Young master, he will inevitably be scolded. Don't worry too much."

Yan Nanzhi glanced at the closed door, knowing that it would be futile for him to stand, he finally nodded and said, "Let's go, Yue Nu."

There was a moment of silence in the study, until the sound of footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, Yi Mingian's expression gradually softened, and he said softly, "They're all gone."

Yi Xuan wiped off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and stood up slowly: "Thank you, father."

Yi next year waved his hand: "I can still help you with this matter, but you boy have lived up to my expectations of you. This chess piece is really good."

Hearing this, Yi Xuan lowered his eyelashes slightly. Although he didn't do it for this purpose, the final result did make Yan Nanzhi feel grateful to him.

Yi got up next year and handed him a handkerchief: "Wipe the blood on the corner of your mouth again."

"No need." After Yi Xuan finished speaking, he knelt on the ground again: "Please ask father to slap me again."

Yi Nian was taken aback.

Yi Xuan raised his head, and there was a ruthlessness hidden in his bright eyes, as well as some unpredictable expressions.

He said, "The more serious the injury, the better."

Yi Nianyang raised his head and laughed a few times when he heard this: "If you can bear it, my son must have a bright future, but don't use this method too much. If you get caught, Yan Nanzhi's loyalty to you will be revealed at that time." How cruel to you."

Yi Xuan nodded: "My child understands."

Yi next year stroked his beard in relief, and then his eyes narrowed: "Xuan'er, do you have affection for him?"

Yi Xuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Why would father ask such a question, Yan Nanzhi is just a stepping stone for Yi's mansion to climb up, where is the brotherhood?"

Yi Nian said: "Not only brotherly love, but also master-servant love."

Yi Xuan raised his eyes and saw his father looking at him solemnly, so he immediately lowered his head and said, "Yes, father."

Time flies, three years have passed, and finally it's time to choose a hidden guard for Yi Xuan.

There are a total of six people competing with Yan Nanzhi this time. The rules are very simple. Death means defeat, and life means victory. There must be a difference between life and death in any competition. After knowing the rules of the competition, Yan Nanzhi never set foot in Laiwu again. Yi Xuan took a step forward, and Yi Xuan's complexion was also very gloomy, as if Yan Nanzhi had left, there was no need to put on a show.

Every time he saw Yi Xuan like this, Xie Jing felt his blood coagulate. He would rather guard Yan Nanzhi, who was wounded all day long, than stay by the side of Yi Xuan, who cultivated himself.

This person really looks more and more like Mara from now on...

"Go on stage when you're ready." The chief of the dark guards handed Yan Nanzhi a sword.

"This is entrusted to you by the young master."

It was a sword with a red halo. Yan Nanzhi had never seen it before, so he couldn't help reaching out and stroked it: "This sword..."

"Young master said, I will send you off, and I want you to be careful, don't be impatient."

After the general finished speaking, he took Yan Nanzhi to the arena. Xie Jing followed behind. The more he looked around, the more he felt familiar. It wasn't until he walked into the arena that Xie Jing suddenly realized.

This is actually the arena——

The cliffs around the site are surrounded by iron fences, winding up round and round, but this time the one standing on the iron fence is not a ghost-faced monster, but a living person.

Xie Jing shifted his gaze to Yan Nanzhi, his attire was very much like the haughty young man in the previous illusion after winning the crown.

Xie Jing's legs were trembling. After learning the bloody lesson before, Xie Jing knew what would happen next without even looking.

Those eyeballs really left him with a lot of sequelae.

"Huh? Mo Luo?" Xie Jing looked up and saw a man standing under a tree, looking in the direction of the arena without blinking his eyes.

No need to think about it, Yi Xuan came here to see who else to look at besides Yan Nanzhi, but why didn't he go in?

Just when Xie Jing's mind was in a mess, the head of the hidden guard came to Yi Xuan.

"Son."

"Is it done?"

The Chief of the Dark Guard replied: "It's done, the sword has been delivered to him."

Yi Xuan nodded: "I'm sorry, General Manager, Yan Nanzhi didn't notice anything, did he?"

The general said: "No."

"That's good." The corners of Yi Xuan's lips twitched slightly: "If you let him know that the sword is poisonous, I'm afraid this kid won't take that sword."

The chief pursed his lips, hesitant to speak.

Yi Xuan also noticed it, and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say, Chief?"

The general hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but said: "Actually, according to Yan Nanzhi's martial arts, the winner this time must be him, why bother..."

Yi Xuan rolled his eyes, and the commander-in-chief swallowed the following words in fright: "Yes, the little one is talking too much."

Yi Xuan's face darkened, and his voice sank: "If you know you're talking too much, then back off quickly."

"Yes." The chief quickly lowered his head, shrinking his body and immediately disappeared around the arena.

Xie Jing stroked the tree and stood in a daze. He is not stupid. Although Yi Xuan did these things to Yan Nanzhi to the extreme, he could see that Yi Xuan had special feelings for Yan Nanzhi. Like master and servant, even more brotherly.

"Human, what are you thinking?" The wild ghost's voice invaded his mind again.

Xie Jing said: "I was wondering, when did you find out that he has been deceiving you?"

The wild ghost was stunned for a long time, but Xie Jing said again: "It must be very painful for you to be treated like this by a good brother."

The wild ghost smiled slightly: "Of course, I told you these words before. As for Yi Xuan, I wish I could tear his hypocritical skin apart, and then smash his bones to ashes, and let him die without peace."

Xie Jing rubbed his head, after hearing what the wild ghost said, he was a little bit missing Shen Cheng outside, and he didn't know if Shen Cheng would be worried about him seeing that he was still unconscious.

Maybe that person is also gloating, after all, he has always wanted him to have a psychic and help him find that man...

Thinking of this, Xie Jing couldn't help but sighed heavily again.

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