Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Wen Tiandong stood in front of the bed, tapping his chin with his fingertips. "Let me think about what else I have to tell you," he pondered, "go out through the door, the left wing is the study room, and the right is the weapon room. Where I live, you go out the door and walk along the northwest direction for two Ten miles, after seeing Tianlong, go to Yuanxiu Peak and walk five miles to arrive."

"If you don't know the situation well, you'd better stay in this house and don't leave at will." Wen Tiandong spoke in a gentle voice, and his instructions were very detailed, "If you have to go out, you must be with Yan Ke. As long as Yan Ke Now, you should be safe and there is no need to worry."

"Yan Ke?" Zhao Xuehan seemed to suspect that he had heard it wrong.This person was going to kill himself just now!

"It was just a misunderstanding." Wen Tiandong stared at Zhao Xuehan, and explained softly, "Yan Ke is very powerful, and his skills are also very high. He is a trustworthy person."

When Wen Tiandong said the word "human", he paused for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

"Anyway, I won't kill you." Wen Tiandong said, "Yan Ke..." He hesitated, "Probably not either."

Then Yan Ke might still kill me.Zhao Xuehan thought in despair, I'd better not hang out with him.

Wen Tiandong narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao Xuehan, and couldn't help laughing twice. "I'm leaving, you have a good rest." He said.

Zhao Xuehan nodded, and at the same time, his thoughts wandered to an unscrupulous question.

Isn't Wen Tiandong Mozun's bed partner? Why does he still live in another room?

Seeing Zhao Xuehan staring at him blankly, Wen Tiandong slightly pursed his lips, then circled his fingers, and flicked in the air.

Zhao Xuehan suddenly felt that something hit him on the forehead. He looked up and saw Wen Tiandong walking towards the door, turned around and made a face at him, then closed the door and left the room.

Suddenly there was only one person left in the room, which made Zhao Xuehan a little at a loss. He slowly rubbed off the bed, but unexpectedly, the bed sheet had a pillow on it, and a small doll was pressed under the pillow, and it rolled along the bed sheet. Get out of bed.

Zhao Xuehan picked up the doll.The doll was beautifully sewn, but in poor taste.With thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a calico padded jacket, she looks very vulgar.

Zhao Xuehan pinched the doll's arm, and for some reason he felt a little more relaxed.There was a fragrance of herbs on the doll, very similar to the fragrance of Wen Tiandong's fingertips.

Just now Wen Tiandong had so many opportunities to kill me, but he didn't do it, so he probably didn't want me to die.Zhao Xuehan thought about it and sighed.

It would be great if Wen Tiandong could really live with Mozun, and I can ask him more things, Zhao Xuehan thought silently, pressing the doll back under the pillow.

He began to look at the demon's room.

The voice in his head has become a mute since just now, no matter how much he calls, there is no response.Zhao Xuehan was full of questions and couldn't answer them, so he could only rely on himself, rummaging in the demon's room, trying to find some useful information.

The Demon Lord's room is very big, besides the bed and the table, there are a lot of bookshelves beside the wall.In addition to a large number of manuscripts of books, there are also many strange and unknown things on the shelves.

Zhao Xuehan casually picked up the object closest to him and looked at it.It seemed to be an old lampshade, with a simple design and no candles inside.Although the lampshade was very old, it was wiped very clean, as if it was often picked up by someone.

Zhao Xuehan held the lampshade and thought about it for a while, but didn't find anything strange, so he put it back.

Although the lampshade is ordinary, the other items on the shelf are exceptional one by one.When Zhao Xuehan walked past them, he could hear the "hissing" sound of the strings of copper coins shining with a strange green light, slightly trembling bones, and grinning puppets.

Zhao Xuehan dared not touch any of these things.After finally seeing a teapot with an ordinary shape, he gently unscrewed the lid, but saw a black air with a stench coming out from under the lid. He was so frightened that he quickly pressed down the lid and blocked the black air in the teapot. in.

He shook his head helplessly, carefully avoiding those weird objects, and looked at the books on the shelf.

Among these books, will there be any information about the magic skills mastered by the Demon Lord?For example, the "eye surgery".If there is, then I don't have to run to that terrible Yan Ke to let him teach.

Thinking like this, Zhao Xuehan took down a stack of books from the bookshelf and looked through them carefully.

Most of these books are like heavenly books, either with sentences that Zhao Xuehan can't understand, or with symbols that he can't understand.He flipped through the books one by one, and his mind became more and more confused, so he had to organize the books and put them back on the shelf.

On the bookshelf, there was also a thin booklet pressed under a small brass box.The cover of the booklet had turned yellow, but for some reason it attracted Zhao Xuehan's attention and asked him to hold it in his hands.

Zhao Xuehan opened the booklet, and this seemed to be a portrait of a character, with a face drawn on each page, young or old, different.Under the portrait, there is a line of small print annotations.

The first page is a portrait of a young man, and the small characters under the portrait read: "Heaven's Punishment. Demons enter the body."

Zhao Xuehan was puzzled, he didn't understand what the booklet was talking about, but just as he was about to turn two more pages, he heard a creaking sound from the door.In a panic, he stuffed the booklet and the small box into his chest indiscriminately, and turned to face the door.

Yan Ke pushed open the door and walked in.Seeing Zhao Xuehan standing in front of the bookshelf, he stood still, gave him a simple salute, and then stared at Zhao Xuehan with his cold eyes.

Does this subordinate even enter the boss's room without knocking?so bold.Zhao Xuehan's heart was pounding, while pretending to be calm, he coughed twice.

"You haven't left yet?" Zhao Xuehan said in a deep voice.

Yan Ke frowned.

"I live here," he said.

Zhao Xuehan felt the corners of his mouth twitch violently a few times.

What?What did he say?he lives here?

He looked around, and there were no other spare beds.Where does Yan Ke sleep?

Zhao Xuehan only felt a drop of cold sweat flow down his neck and into the skirt of his clothes.

...Could it be that he is the one who really accompanies Mozun to bed? !

He couldn't help shaking, and in order not to let Yan Ke notice, he hastily pretended to cough, and changed the subject: "What did you come to see me for?"

Yan Ke didn't seem to care too much about Zhao Xuehan's performance just now. He said with his usual cold expression: "There are rumors that there are demon cultivators in the village south of Qingling Valley. I need to go and check. Come and inform."

He paused: "Mr. Wen is going to travel a long way in the next few days, he asked me to tell you too."

Hearing this, Zhao Xuehan whispered something bad in his heart.Wen Tiandong is leaving?He originally planned to bypass Yan Ke and ask Wen Tiandong if he could use eye-sight skills, so in this case, wouldn't he be able to find him?

He shook his head, and asked Yan Ke seriously: "How long are you going to go?"

"About ten days." Yan Ke replied.

Ten days? !Then you still have to learn the eye surgery, my corpse will be hard when you come back.

That was the end of the matter, and there was nothing else to do.Zhao Xuehan thought to himself.Ending is death, at least try first.

"I'll go with you." He raised his eyes and said to Yan Ke.

Yan Ke remained expressionless, looking at Zhao Xuehan coldly.

"Why?" he said.

Zhao Xuehan was anxious.Yan Ke asked why, but he couldn't tell the truth.But it is not easy to make up a reason.

Zhao Xuehan cleared his throat, trying to show the majesty of the Demon Lord: "I can go as soon as I want, why ask so many questions!"

Yan Ke frowned, and two cold lights shot out from his eyes.Zhao Xuehan immediately hesitated in his heart, and his tone softened.

"...I'm with you, after all, it's not a bad thing." He whispered.

However, Yan Ke's expression changed immediately after hearing these words.He looked at Zhao Xuehan motionlessly, with a strange expression on his face.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't joy, it wasn't even doubt.

Zhao Xuehan's heart was pounding, secretly observing the small words beside Yan Ke's eyes, it didn't matter if he didn't read it, he almost vomited blood.

The small characters turned out to be "liangliang".

This Yan Ke really has a deep affection for his dog.Zhao Xuehan couldn't help thinking.

Fortunately, Yan Ke devoted all her attention to the dog, and didn't seem to care so much about Zhao Xuehan's requests from colleagues.After a period of silence, he actually nodded.

"Alright," he said.

Zhao Xuehan blinked, he felt as if he had misread.At that moment just now, Yan Ke lowered his eyes, his expression seemed to soften a bit.

However, he instantly recovered his icy face, ignored Zhao Xuehan, and walked straight to the bookshelf.

Zhao Xuehan watched him pull out a palm-sized cloth bag from the corner of the Mozun's bookshelf, and then searched randomly.Those strange gadgets collided with each other and jingled.

Although the cloth bag was small, it seemed to be a treasure. Yan Ke stuffed a lot of things into it, but the size of the bag did not change.After Yan Ke rummaged through all the bookshelves, he seemed to feel that there was nothing to store, so he tied the bag tightly and put it in his sleeve.

Zhao Xuehan saw him walking straight towards him, holding something like a thin piece of paper in his hand.Before he could react, his face was pinched by Yan Ke with one hand.The paper slapped onto Zhao Xuehan's face.

"You can't just go out like this." Yan Ke whispered.Zhao Xuehan felt that his two hands were pressing on his face randomly, and then he tapped beside his eyes before leaving.After putting on the mask for Zhao Xuehan, Yan Ke brushed his fingers lightly over his own eyes, and those light blue eyes turned into ordinary black.

Yan Ke with black eyes looked a little more kind, but the degree of kindness was limited.He lowered his head, looked at Zhao Xuehan condescendingly, and nodded slightly after confirming that there was no problem with the diaper sticking on his face.

"This mask is really ugly." A line of small characters appeared next to Yan Ke's head. "I don't want to take a second look."

Zhao Xuehan: ...Then you should choose a prettier one for me.

"Let's go." Yan Ke said.

The two went outside.The sky outside the house was blue and yellow, the scenery was desolate, and the wind was so strong that it made people lose their shape at all.Zhao Xuehan squinted at Yan Ke against the wind.The wind swung his robe sleeves away, and a few strands of untied hair danced in front of his sculpted features, making him look a little handsome.

Yan Ke suddenly lowered his head, his eyes were on Zhao Xuehan's. Seeing Zhao Xuehan observing him, his eyes moved slightly, and without speaking, he stretched out his hand to wrap around Zhao Xuehan's waist.

Zhao Xuehan was caught by this action unexpectedly.He leaned on Yan Ke's body, and he could feel the hard muscles in his arms through the clothes.While he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, his mind was blank and his heart was beating fast.

His mind was befuddled, and before any thoughts could come into being, Yan Ke directly threw his body across and clamped him under his armpits, then lightly tapped the ground with one foot, and rose into the air.

In this way, Zhao Xuehan was caught by Yan Ke and flew up.The wind in the sky was even worse than that on the ground, blowing so hard that Zhao Xuehan couldn't open his eyes.Yan Ke didn't say a word, and seemed to be concentrating on maintaining a constant speed in the air.

Zhao Xuehan felt uneasy.Did Yan Ke doubt my identity, he thought.If he had no doubts, in this situation, I should be flying by myself, not him flying with me.

But although Yan Ke doesn't speak and has a serious appearance, his mental activities are all his dogs, and he feels that people are quite stupid, so he shouldn't find out that I am not a demon.he comforted himself.

Flying in this posture in the air is really uncomfortable, Zhao Xuehan only felt sore and sore where Yan Ke clamped him, not to mention there was a hard thing on Yan Ke's waist pressing against his. ventral side.He looked slightly sideways, and found that a scabbard was sandwiched between the two bodies.

The scabbard looked very plain, without any pattern decoration.However, what is strange is that Yan Ke only hangs the scabbard around his waist, and the scabbard is empty, without any shadow of the sword.

Before Zhao Xuehan thought about what was going on with the scabbard, he felt that Yan Ke seemed to have moved.He raised his head, wanting to see Yan Ke's expression, but his current posture prevented him from seeing Yan Ke's face.

"wrong."

Yan Ke's voice came into Zhao Xuehan's ears clearly, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

Before this premonition spread in Zhao Xuehan's heart, Yan Ke suddenly let go in mid-air and threw Zhao Xuehan directly to the ground.