[Shadow Guardian] The Wind Rises from the Wild West

When Hong Han entered the apse, the woman smiled coquettishly while taking off his armor and clothes, and rolled him up the stairs.

Yun quietly hid on the beam, his lowered eyes skimming over the years of dust, staring down without any waves.Shadow vowed to protect the master, unless the master ordered, otherwise the master must not be out of sight at any time - even this kind of moment.

Presumably the emperors in Tiandu didn't care at all, because they never regarded the shadow guards as human beings.Who minds his own shadow?

The woman only had a piece of tulle all over her body, and she didn't look like she had any martial arts skills. When she was overwhelmed, her temples were messed up, her hair was slanted, she was panting with a charming smile, she was very attractive.Dan Yun only looked at her hand.

That hand seemed to be inadvertently brushing through the messy hair, and hugged Hong Han's bare back.

There was a slight ding, the sound of metal objects colliding.

A golden hairpin poked the dagger.The dagger was very thin, and it stuck flat to the man's skin, just blocking the way of the sharp hairpin tail.

Holding a dagger is a masked man in black.The woman only saw Xi Yanbo's eyes from Xi Yanbo's shoulder, very young and calm - but it ruined her business!

She flicked her wrist recklessly, the golden hairpin was extremely sharp, as long as it could scratch a little bit of oily skin, Uncle Xi Yan would be dead!

However, a strong force came from the dagger, and as if it was sticky, it flipped and picked, and the golden hairpin flew out.

The next moment, the woman was strangled by the neck, and Xi Yanbo's heavy body was still pressing her down.He asked in a deep voice, "Who sent you here?"

The golden hairpin clanged to the corner of the hall, Yun picked it up, and under the light, the sharp tail of the hairpin shone with a faint green light.Obviously, this was a deliberate assassination.

The woman gasped and refused to speak.

Hong Han sneered, and mercilessly lifted his jaw to prevent her from committing suicide, and dislocated several joints of her joints.Those people were naturally familiar with his temperament, knew that he was full of energy and acted according to his will, so they arranged for such an assassination. "Uncle Thirteen!" He shouted loudly, and then threw the limp woman to the captain of the guard. "give it to you."

Uncle Thirteen was surprised at first, and then very angry. "These thieves, make her tell the truth!" He immediately dragged the woman away.

Hong Han sat on the couch in a stern manner, not intending to get up after dressing up.After this tossing, he found that his passion did not subside, but became more unbearable.Obviously, there was something wrong with the wine.Since this woman can quench the poison on the hairpin, she will also play tricks in the wine.He felt it silently, as if there were only aphrodisiac drugs.No wonder I was so eager just now.

If Yun hadn't blocked the first blow with a dagger, he might have been hit.

There was no trace of the black-clothed boy in the hall, Hong Han was a little unhappy, and said in a low voice, "Yun."

Then I saw a black shadow falling in front of the bed in response, like a wisp of light smoke, coming and going without a trace.Yun was dressed in black, covered his face with a black scarf, knelt on one knee and said, "Master." He didn't leave, but just disappeared into the darkness again.

Seeing that he was wearing a black scarf again, with his head bowed respectfully, Hong Han was annoyed for some reason.He looked down at the boy in black in front of him.

Yun knelt on the ground, feeling a bit cold in his heart.He was inexplicably frightened, but dared not move.

Hong Han was suddenly happy.Why should he put up with it?It doesn't make sense.Yun is his person, and he is Yun's master, so naturally he can do whatever he wants.It's not like I haven't tried it before, and I feel surprisingly satisfied.

If he wants it, he wants it, why bother?

He slowly pulled off the black cloth covering the boy's face, and threw it at his feet: "Don't let me see you like this again."

Yun remained motionless, and replied in a low voice with lowered eyes: "Yes, master." The voice was too calm, as if it was a perfunctory indifference at all, or trying to hide the fear in his heart.

"you come up."

The young man tensed up, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at Hong Han, as if confirming.His eyes were clear and almost innocent, but Hong Han's eyes were full of determined conquest and cruel desire.

Seeing that Yun didn't move for a long time, Honghan said displeased: "You want to disobey the master?"

The boy's body trembled invisibly, and his right hand almost scratched the ground.He spoke slowly and with difficulty: "Shadow... can't... disobey the master."

He still knelt there motionless, but Hong Han got impatient and dragged him onto the couch.I thought I would encounter resistance, and I had already figured out how to subdue it, so I exerted all my strength, but unexpectedly, the opponent didn't fight hard, and fell very hard this time.

Yun couldn't feel the pain of being thrown, this time the backlash came for a long time and was intense.Knowing that he couldn't resist, he couldn't force himself to follow orders.

He repeatedly told himself that body and dignity were nothing, and that Shadow must obey his master.However, backlash has not diminished at all.He lay down on the couch, his body was obviously weak and weak, and he let others do anything, but the sharp pain refused to let go.

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If it is possible to extract the soul, Yun will definitely do so.But he couldn't, not only couldn't, he couldn't even do it in a coma.He looked up blankly, trying his best to pay attention to some trivial things, but he could clearly see the fire and phoenix painting left on the beam.

Here is the ancient capital of Tiandu.

Here is the Miyagi of the ancestors.

With the smell of blood in his mouth, Yun closed his eyes.

He began to despair, realizing that he might die in a backlash.

After an unknown amount of time, Hong Han grabbed the boy by the throat and let out a deep growl.

Yun trembled all over, like a prairie fire, with a burst of violent inner breath, rushing through his limbs and bones like a tide.The bruised meridians that had been backlashed were healed by the surging tide and began to recover.

It turns out that backlash can be treated in this way.Yun thought sadly.It seemed that he had glimpsed some secret, but he would rather not know it.

There was a flame-like red mark on the young man's forehead again, which was the deed mark he left on his body. "You are mine." Hong Han said.

Yun didn't answer immediately, he felt a dull pain in his heart, finally he had to speak, and said sadly: "Yes, master."

Hong Han smiled in satisfaction, and there was a low vibration in his chest.

He will no longer suppress his desires.

***

Uncle Xi Yan lived in the City Lord's Mansion for three days.In the past three days, he never went to see the earthen platform of Tianji Hall, nor the ruins of the old palace, and he didn't even go out of the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.To be exact, even the apse never came out.Even the meals are prepared and delivered.

Uncle Thirteen went in to report the result of an interrogation, and came out soon.He sighed secretly in his heart, that child could be an excellent bodyguard, but he was compromised by this kind of thing, and his future was bleak.

Three days later, Hong Han finally came out from the apse of the City Lord's Mansion, full of spirits, followed by the boy in black.

The young man's complexion was pale, and he didn't seem to have changed much, but the raised collar couldn't hide the bruises at all.Everyone knows what happened.

Yun just pretended that he couldn't see others, and silently came to the stable to lead the horse.

A large knife with a scabbard lay in front of him, blocking his way.

Jing Qujiang felt that he was really blind.After fighting with Yun by the river, even if the other party was just a slave, he still respected him with the attitude of a warrior.He has been holding back his energy, wanting to hone his martial arts and then have a fight with the young man.But now, he felt that Yun had simply desecrated the word "Warrior".Even though he has such skills, he is willing to be subordinate to others without any resistance, and has no self-esteem.

He said with hatred: "If I were you, I would die."

With lowered eyes, Yun bypassed his knife and walked towards his horse.Behind him came the crisp sound of a knife being unsheathed.

The young man turned his back to him, completely defenseless, but Jing Qujiang was still unable to slash the knife.In the end, he turned his wrist, and the blade turned around, cutting off the corner of his robe.He said bitterly: "You are so shameless, I want to cut off my robe with you! I will never treat you as a friend again!" After saying that, he left without hesitation.

As if he didn't see the piece of rag that fell on the ground, Yun gently touched the chestnut horse's forehead, and the mare gently arched his hand.He led the horse and followed Hong Han's back as he left the city.Twenty steps away, neither far nor near.

The team stationed outside the city pulled out their battalion, packed up all their luggage, and finally marched slowly towards Zihan Pass in the west.After leaving the customs, it is Xihuang, where Hu and Han mixed together, and it is the territory of Xiyan Kingdom.

However, Honghan did not follow the route expected by others.With a team of 200 people, he left the brigade and headed north.This group of people is all lightly packed and travels lightly, there is no ox cart and luggage, each person only brings dry food for a few days, and they are all young and strong.

Uncle Thirteen was in a hurry.As expected, the result of the female assassin's interrogation was sent by the nobles of Yancheng.Hong Han's superior status made them lose their status. Although Mingli didn't tear their faces, secretly they didn't want Hong Han to return to the country.That being the case, why don't you hurry back?

Hong Han spat out the grass he was holding, and replied unhurriedly: "Return, why not? Let's take a shortcut."

This is talking nonsense with your eyes open again, where is there any shortcut?In addition to Zihanguan, which can be exited, the Kunling Mountains are stretching hundreds of miles to the north, and there is no way back to Xiyan at all.

Hong Han chuckled and asked him, "Uncle, if we go back here, where will we be in danger?"

Uncle Thirteen replied calmly: "Our foundation in Yancheng is not stable, and we have too few people."

Honghan said: "People in Xijiang should not move lightly, Yancheng is very deep, these things can't be prevented for a while. It's very boring." He pointed to the team behind him, "What about these people?"

Uncle Thirteen took a look at the 200 people selected. There were horse bandits who had followed since the western border, warriors recruited from the Central Plains, down-and-out nobles, and desperate slaves.Each has its own strengths and weaknesses, and they are all young.He knew that if these people could gather together, it would be an excellent boost.Answer: "It's a pity that the origins are mixed and the time is short."

Honghan smiled slantingly: "Swords need sharpening, and so do people."

Instead of the usual slowness and procrastination, this cavalry team moved extremely fast.With the order of the screaming, the team galloped in a very orderly manner.Sometimes the main will be the front, 16 personal guards will be the two wings, and then 200 guards will flank, rushing forward like a blade.When it encounters an open and flat place, it will turn into left and right with a whistling sound, with the momentum of a tiger.

Sometimes they rushed up the hillside in one go, and stopped at the top of the hill, and it took only a few breaths for them to line up with the horses, shoulder to shoulder and close to each other.When the whistle came, two hundred riders rushed down the hill at the same time, smoke and dust billowing like thunder.The change of speed, or sprint or pause, coincides with the way of military strategist.

Everyone knew that this was Uncle Xiyan who was training his troops on the march.

On this day, they traveled a full two hundred miles to the north.

After nightfall, Yun sat alone in a corner with his eyes closed and adjusted his breath, just twenty steps away from where Hong Han was lying.Listening to Honghan breathing evenly and quickly fell asleep, he finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief.After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the surroundings, Yun stood up gently and came to the stream quietly.

He walked along the stream upstream far from the camp, chose a shoal strewn with boulders, and entered the water.

The water is very shallow and cool, just below the knees.While taking off his black clothes, Yun hissed and inhaled lightly, his inner thighs were rubbed with blood blisters due to riding a horse.Such a gallop is a test for his riding skills.He didn't dare to sit firmly on the horse's back anymore, he only dared to ride empty-handed, trying to clamp the horse's belly with his legs.With martial arts in his body, this is not too difficult for him, and he gradually has a tacit understanding with Li Ma.

But at the end of the day, after all, the legs were worn out with blood blisters.