Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Yan Ke grabbed Du Sumu's hand and pulled him off her body.

"Teasing me for fun?" he said.

"It's pretty interesting." Du Sumu replied with a smile, still rubbing against Yan Ke, "Quickly tell me, how did you recognize me?"

Yan Ke pushed him away: "He's gone out. If he's already returned to his room, he won't tell me otherwise."

"Going out?" Following a slight noise, Du Sumu's face gradually changed, and soon, the person standing in front of him became Zhao Xuehan.He raised his eyebrows and asked Yan Ke curiously, "What are you doing out there?"

"I don't know." Yan Ke said in a muffled voice, standing by the door, hoping that Zhao Xuehan would leave quickly.

"It's rare for him to have nothing to do in the sect today, didn't he say he wants to accompany you." Zhao Xuehan smiled, "Why did he leave again?"

"How do I know what he's going to do." Hearing Zhao Xuehan's words, Yan Ke became more and more unhappy, "I told him that the head of the White Dragon School should be dead, so he left."

"The head of the White Dragon School?" Zhao Xuehan raised an eyebrow again, "What's going on, tell me in detail."

Yan Ke just wanted to send Zhao Xuehan away quickly, so she told him all the things in the cellar. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Zhao Xuehan stood there like a stake, silent and deep in thought.

Seeing that he was not moving, Yan Ke didn't intend to continue talking to him. She walked to the sword stand and was about to melt the sword to rest, but Zhao Xuehan grabbed his arm.

"Don't you think it's strange?" Zhao Xuehan looked up at him, although he still had a smile on his face, but there was worry in his eyes that couldn't be hidden.

If it is someone else, you may not be able to see it.But Yan Ke and Zhao Xuehan have been together for a long time, even if they look tired of each other, they understand each other more or less than ordinary people.

He didn't speak, and motioned Zhao Xuehan to continue.

"People from the White Dragon Sect want your sword, and they also want to harm Du Sumu. Even if you are a rock-headed person, you understand it, right?" Zhao Xuehan said.

Yan Ke frowned.The two experiences in Yicheng Temple are already evident.He originally thought it was a power struggle between sects, and wanting his own sword was nothing more than a desire for power.But if the head of the White Dragon Sect had already passed away...

In Yan Ke's mind, the face that looked somewhat similar to Zhao Xuehan's appeared involuntarily.

Zhao Xuehan came to Yan Ke's side, pressed his neck, and whispered tightly to his ear: "I suspect there is a conspiracy. If Du Sumu goes to investigate, it will be too dangerous for him. Why don't we two go first?" Let's go to the White Dragon School together..."

"...Xiaohan?" A familiar voice interrupted their conversation.Zhao Xuehan quickly took off the hand around Yan Ke's neck, put it behind his back, and smiled at the door.

"You're back," he said.

Du Sumu stood at the door.The lights in the room had been extinguished, and the twilight sky behind him made his face in shadow, Yan Ke couldn't see his expression clearly.After a long time, I heard a word from him.

"It seems to disturb the two of you getting along," Du Sumu said, "I'll go outside and stay for a while."

"No need." Zhao Xuehan said, winking at Yan Ke, "I was discussing with Yan Ke just now, and I thought about going to another place together in a couple of days to relax or something."

"This guy has been muffled and silent since he came back from Yicheng. I'll take him out to get some air."

He stretched out his fist and hung Yan Ke's chest affectionately: "You think so?"

Yan Ke tried hard to distinguish Du Sumu's expression.He vaguely felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, but he couldn't say why.Before he could speak, Du Sumu spoke.

"It's good to go out for a stroll." He said, "Yan Ke, since that's the case, Xiao Han will leave it to you, don't let him get into trouble."

After saying that, he walked into the room, lit the oil lamp, and sat down at the table.

"Okay." Zhao Xuehan responded, pushing Yan Ke out of the room, "Yan Ke and I will go plan the itinerary first."

"The plan is ready, the prophet will let me know." Du Sumu said, his voice was as calm as water.

Zhao Xuehan responded while pushing Yan Ke out of the room.Looking back, Yan Ke saw Du Sumu also looking up at him.

He lowered his eyebrows and stared at Yan Ke blankly, with a somewhat sad look, the candlelight flickered in his eyes.

Yan Ke's heart tightened, but the door suddenly closed the moment he stepped out of the threshold, separating him.

Zhao Xuehan took two quick steps, then turned his hands behind his back, turned around and looked at Yan Ke with interest.

"You really like him?" he asked.

"I like it." Yan Ke looked at the water tank at the door of the room, his thoughts were still on the people in the room, and said frankly.

"Which one do you like?" Zhao Xuehan asked again.

Yan Ke was silent.Zhao Xuehan smiled lightly.

"If I was in the room just now, I'm the real Dusumu." He said, "Will you kiss me?"

Yan Ke lowered his eyes.

"He won't let me kiss him," he said.

Zhao Xuehan blinked, as if she didn't expect Yan Ke to answer like this.He patted Yan Ke on the back comfortingly, and said, "If we get along for a while, he will probably get used to it."

Yan Ke didn't listen to Zhao Xuehan's words.He just lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the reflection of the water tank.In the morning light, he saw his own face clearly for the first time.

It was exactly the same as the man who hugged Du Sumu in his dream.

Yan Ke couldn't help shivering.He raised his head in despair, looking at the window lattice of Du Sumu's room.A faint glow radiated from the window, but the figure of that person could not be seen.

Did he reject me because he saw my desire for him?Yan Ke was confused, thinking helplessly.

I'm by his side, could it be dangerous after all?

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Xuehan asked.

Yan Ke shook his head and put his thoughts aside for now. "He won't know that we are going to the White Dragon Sect." Yan Ke said.

"Of course not." Zhao Xuehan replied, "If he knew, he wouldn't let us go."

"That's good." Yan Ke said.

He wants to cut off all the things that are harmful to Dusumu before they come.

The position of the White Dragon Sect is not difficult to find.Zhao Xuehan is used to things like sneaking in, and this time he is even more familiar with it.He asked Yan Ke to turn it into a sword first, and then put it in the kit bag he was carrying.Hidden figure, jumped onto the eaves and sneaked into the sect.

There were very few people in the White Dragon School, which seemed much more deserted than the Jingming School.Zhao Xuehan secretly followed the patrol disciples, trying to get some news.

The two patrol disciples yawned again and again, just chatting some gossip.Occasionally talk about Yicheng, just curious about the whereabouts of those brothers who went to Yicheng and disappeared without a trace.

"It seems," Zhao Xuehan said in a low voice, "the disciples in the sect don't know about the things in Yicheng."

"Speaking of senior brothers whose whereabouts are unknown," a disciple suddenly said, "A few decades ago, there were a few who disappeared after leaving the mountain."

Zhao Xuehan held his breath and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

"That's right. They left secretly behind the head's back and went to a certain wilderness, and there was no news after that."

"The head of the sect wasn't angry when something like this happened, and he didn't look for them. I think they've ascended to immortality."

The two laughed while talking, "If there is such a good thing, I also want to go out of the mountain." Zhao Xuehan patted the kit lightly in the dark.

"What do you think is going on here?" He asked in a low voice, "Based on what those two people said, it seems that the sect leader has been staying in the sect all the time, and he never came out of the mountain at all, so how did he die?"

Yan Ke shook the sword slowly in the kit, expressing that he didn't know.

"It seems that we have to ask the so-called head directly." Zhao Xuehan murmured.

He flicked out a beam of fire light, and there was a loud cracking sound from the corner of the corridor.The two disciples immediately followed the sound, and at the same time, there were noisy sounds from all over the sect.Disciples rushed over one after another, Zhao Xuehan jumped up while taking advantage of the chaos, and walked towards the master's bedroom.

The head's residence was a tall house, Zhao Xuehan sneaked in through the window under the roof, and squatted on the beam.Under the beam, the tall headmaster of the Bailong faction lay firmly on the bed without any movement.

"Look, is it the person you saw back then?" Zhao Xuehan sent a voice transmission to the kit, and the kit was opened immediately.Zhao Xuehan grabbed Yan Ke's sword hilt and stretched him out from the beam.

Yan Ke looked down, and between the curtains was indeed the man he had seen in the cellar before.At this time, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was in a deep sleep posture.

"It's him." Yan Ke sent a voice transmission to Zhao Xuehan.

Zhao Xuehan nodded, and was about to take back the sword, but unexpectedly, the master suddenly opened his eyes, opened his thick lips, and smiled strangely at Yan Ke's sword.

"Since you're here, why hide?" the head said, sitting up from the bed.His voice was like a bell, but there was a sense of metallic noise in his tone, and the posture of looking up at the beam also seemed a bit stiff.

Zhao Xuehan slowly brought Yan Ke to his side, hid in the dark of the beam, and stared at the people under the beam motionlessly.The head of the sect looked up, as if looking at Zhao Xuehan, but his dark eyes looked out of focus.I saw him tilt his head slightly, and then hummed softly.

Yan Ke heard a soft tearing sound beside her, and the wooden beams collapsed heavily.Zhao Xuehan stretched out his hand and jumped up nimbly, and jumped to another place, so they didn't both fall to the ground.

The head of the White Dragon Sect was still looking up at the direction where Zhao Xuehan was hiding in the cloud of dust thrown up by the floor beams.

"There's no need to hide, let's come down." He said, "You are there, what can you ask?"

The ashes on the ground gradually sank, and the head's face gradually became clear. He slightly lowered the corners of his eyes, and there was a strange purple light in his eyes.

Zhao Xuehan let out a soft "tow", quickly stuffed Yan Ke into the bag, and jumped off the roof.

"Why is it always you, old man?" He said.

Zhao Qingyang rested his chin on the back of his hand and sat on the bed, looking at Zhao Xuehan with interest.

That expression was exactly the same as when Zhao Xuehan looked at him.Yan Ke couldn't help thinking.

"Father missed his son, so he tried every means to take a look." Zhao Qingyang smiled, "Why not?"

"Pretend to be the Holy Master of the Icefield Sect, and the head of the White Dragon Sect. You are not too tired." Zhao Xue said coldly.

"How can these trivial things be called tiring." Zhao Qingyang said, looking at Zhao Xuehan with a smile.

"Wouldn't you be more surprised if I said that the Lord of the Ice Field and the head of the White Dragon did not exist from the beginning to the end?"

Zhao Xuehan remained silent with a sullen face.Zhao Qingyang folded his hands, leaned against the bed, and looked out the window.

"You came here by yourself without telling him?" He asked.

Just as Zhao Xuehan was about to retort, he suddenly realized something.He quickly took Yan Ke out of the kit and threw it outside the house.

"Go out and run away. Go find Du Sumu." Zhao Xuehan sent a voice transmission to Yan Ke.Amidst the howling wind beside him, Yan Ke saw Zhao Qingyang smiling slightly at Zhao Xuehan.

"The response is sensitive." He said, "Not bad."

Through the blade of the sword, Yan Ke saw Zhao Qingyang's slender figure turned into the tall and strong body of the head of the White Dragon School.He opened his mouth with a smile, a scream pierced the sky, and then fell back.

That face gradually withered and shrunk, turning into a shriveled body, curled up on the blue bedding.

At the same time, several disciples of the White Dragon Sect were alarmed by the shout and quickly moved around the head's room.Zhao Xuehan couldn't escape.

Yan Ke quickly brushed over the hair buns of those disciples, and threw them into the woods in the mountain without making a sound and no one noticed.