Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

It's Yan Ke.

Zhao Xuehan was so excited that he almost fell off the chair.

The instinct of survival kept his body stable, and he was firmly glued to the chair.He suppressed the scream coming from his throat and cleared his throat.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Xuehan slowly sat up straight and asked as calmly and indifferently as possible.

Yan Ke stared at Zhao Xuehan for a while, then looked away.

"Because you didn't go back," he said.

A line of words beside his head: "Why don't you go back."

Zhao Xuehan shut up and remained silent.Yan Ke didn't ask the question.

Zhao Xuehan patted his clothes lightly, and stood up as if nothing had happened.He glanced at Yan Ke's waist out of the corner of his eye, and found that he had hung back the scabbard.

When he came over, he saw me throwing his sword into the corner, and he didn't know how it felt.are you angry?Zhao Xuehan thought anxiously, but still didn't show it on the outside.He looked away, with a serious look, and slowly walked out of the wing.

Yan Ke didn't do anything else, and walked out with Zhao Xuehan.

It was still early, and neither the carpenter nor the girl seemed to have woken up.Zhao Xuehan walked to the wall and turned over.Yan Ke also climbed over the wall.

Zhao Xuehan waited at the door of the carpenter's house for a while, until the sun rose and there were figures on the street, but no carpenter or girl came to unlock the door and start business.

He was puzzled in his heart, fearing that something might go wrong, so he walked to the door and patted the door with his palm.

After a while, someone in the courtyard opened the door, and Zhao Xuehan saw that it was the carpenter.He looked in the courtyard twice and asked the carpenter, "Where's your daughter?"

"I went down to visit her grandmother in the neighboring village yesterday, and I'll be back this afternoon," the carpenter replied, looking at Zhao Xuehan inquisitively, "Do you have anything to do with her?"

"It's not an important matter." Zhao Xuehan replied, took two steps back and bowed slightly, "Since she's not here, don't bother me."

After watching the carpenter close the door, Yan Ke turned around, looked at Zhao Xuehan, and said slowly: "You let him go."

Zhao Xuehan froze for a moment, realizing that Yan Ke guessed what he did here last night, so he didn't make any excuses, just nodded slightly.

Yan Ke pursed her lips, sighed slightly, then turned around and left.When Zhao Xuehan saw the movement in his heart, it was two words.

"It's useless."

Zhao Xuehan stared at these two words for a while, and gave up guessing Yan Ke.

Seeing Yan Ke's back getting farther and farther away, he hesitated: should he follow him and try his best to learn the eye-should technique from him; or stay away from him and find a way to learn by himself.

Yan Ke walked a few steps, then turned around suddenly. "Follow," he ordered.

Zhao Xuehan closed his eyes in despair.There is no choice.

He followed Yan Ke out of the town one after the other.Next to the woods outside the town is a large piece of farmland, where several families live scatteredly.

Today is the last day of the deadline for learning the eye surgery, Zhao Xuehan was anxious, and looked at Yan Ke's back, trying to figure out how to get a little bit of luck out of him.

He cleared his throat. "Recently, I always feel that my energy channels are blocked, and my movement is somewhat hindered." Zhao Xuehan said, "Do you have any solutions?"

"No." Yan Ke didn't look back.

Zhao Xuehan was choked for a moment, rolled his eyes, and quickly changed his words: "Your energy channels have always been unobstructed, and it seems that they have never been blocked. Do you have any special cultivation methods?"

"No." Yan Ke replied, "Naturally."

Zhao Xuehan was so anxious that he wanted to stomp his feet, but he had to remain calm on the surface. "No? I think your luck is different, why don't you share with me how you are lucky?"

"There's nothing to share." Yan Ke said.

Zhao Xuehan clenched his teeth.Anyway, it's a death after all, it can't be done, don't go around in circles, just ask directly.

"Yan Ke, tell me, how did you send out the wind blade to cut people's heads..." Before he finished speaking, Yan Ke stopped, raised his hand, turned around and asked Zhao Xuehan: "How about this end?"

Zhao Xuehan looked up, and he and Yan Ke came to a very ordinary small farmyard. There were several huts in the yard, and a cowshed next to it, with two yellow cattle tied inside, one big and one small.The older one is feeding the younger one.What Yan Ke pointed at was the big yellow ox.

Zhao Xuehan was confused by his question, he looked at the cow with some muddy water on its fur, and answered vaguely: "It's okay."

Yan Ke nodded, then left him and went straight into the yard.Zhao Xuehan saw him enter the thatched hut and said something to the people in the hut, then walked out after a while, went into the cowshed and led the two cows out.

The cow seemed unwilling to be led away by a stranger, shaking its head and being very irritable.Yan Ke frowned slightly, bent his fingers and flicked the cow's forehead, and the cow obediently walked out of the yard as if it had been beaten.

"Let's go." Yan Ke stood in front of Zhao Xuehan holding two cows with no expression on his face.

Zhao Xuehan looked at Yan Ke, then at Niu, completely unaware of what he was up to. "You..." He just opened his mouth to say a few words, but Yan Ke seemed to suddenly think of something, and said softly: "This is really inconvenient." Then he took out the cloth bag from his sleeve, and picked out a wrench from it.

The finger is made of green jade, divided into two sections, with a layer of gold thread in the middle.Yan Ke twisted the finger from the middle, and the finger gradually enlarged and fell vertically on the ground, forming a small round door.

Zhao Xuehan looked around, and there was a different scene inside the door: blue sky, green grass, and green trees.A small pavilion is hidden under the shade of trees, and it looks so artistic.

This is... a portable space.Zhao Xuehan looked at the door and thought.There are so many treasures of this demon king, why didn't I find anything when I was in his room, and only saw some weird things?

After Yan Ke opened the space, he directly led the cow in, tied it to the delicate and elegant pillar of the pavilion in a simple and rough way, and then put away the wrench.

"Let's go." He put the cloth bag back on his cuff, and said to Zhao Xuehan again.

Zhao Xuehan's plan to ask Yan Ke about the exercises completely failed, and he was disheartened.While following Yan Ke, he racked his brains again to think of a new way, but found that he was getting farther and farther away from the village, and headed for the wilderness.

Zhao Xuehan looked at the weeds and dead trees, feeling apprehensive in his heart, he hesitated again and again, and asked in a low voice: "Where are we going?"

Yan Ke didn't look back: "According to what you promised the mute, go to the neighboring village to find the carpenter's daughter."

Zhao Xuehan was shocked.The agreement between him and the mute was between the two of them, and there was no third person present, how did Yan Ke know?

He thought of the faint blue light on the sword, and cold sweat suddenly broke out from his forehead again.

After walking through a few fields, you can see a small mountain.After crossing this mountain, there is another village.Frightened, Zhao Xuehan followed Yan Ke to the foot of the mountain, but saw two or three people walking across the path on the mountain, carrying a pair of airs.

Zhao Xuehan looked intently, the shelf was covered with a piece of white cloth, under the white cloth was bulging, it seemed to be in the shape of a person.

The mountain road was narrow, and when several people walked up to Yan Ke and Zhao Xuehan, they turned sideways to let them pass.The person walking in front gave a slight nod of thanks, and walked over with the shelf.

A cyan flashed across Zhao Xuehan's eyes, and he frowned. "Wait." He stopped the leader, pointed to the white cloth on the shelf and asked, "What's going on here?"

"He died on the mountain." The man replied, his complexion was not very good, and his calm expression seemed to be forced out. "We carried the body down."

Zhao Xuehan pursed her lips lightly, a hint of ominous premonition hit her heart.

"How did he die?" he asked.

"I don't know." The man wiped his cheek, but there was no sweat there. "When I found it, my face was covered in blood, and my eyes were gone. It must have been dead for a long time, but I just found out that the corpse was gnawed badly by wild beasts."

Zhao Xuehan nodded silently, turned sideways, and waved lightly for those people to move on.The man nodded to bid farewell to Zhao Xuehan, lifted his airs and left.

Several people's footsteps were unsteady, and the shelf was slightly bumpy. After several tremors, a hand emerged from under the white cloth, hanging beside the shelf, shaking in rhythm with the footsteps of the shelf bearer.

Zhao Xuehan's eyes swept over, his hands were pale, stained with mud and blood.The blue linen sleeves wrapped around the arms, fluttering in the air.

A pale pink rhododendron was embroidered on the sleeve, with a beautiful posture, surrounded by blood stains alone.