The boss always wants me to die [Quick Transmigration]

Xiang Ning smiled, smiling like a gentleman, "Why do you think so?"

Chen Wenyao didn't answer him, but moved into the bed, watching him pat the empty space beside him, "Can you accompany me?"

Xiang Ning raised his eyebrows, wanted to say something but didn't say anything, lay down on the bed with his clothes on, felt the warmth around him, and asked, "Since you think I'm gay, why do you still let me sleep on your bed? "

Chen Wenyao smiled, the young man in such a beautiful age has a face that can be broken by bombs, and his smile is particularly good-looking, Xiang Ning was stunned for a moment.

"Because... I don't think you're the kind of person who takes advantage of others' danger." The boy dimpled with a smile.

After a long time, when Xiang Ning came back to his senses, he thought about it and asked, "What if... your intuition is wrong?", but found that Chen Wenyao had fallen asleep at some point.

When the boy fell asleep, he was extraordinarily peaceful and quiet. His long eyelashes hung down on his eyelids. Occasionally, there would be a slight tremor, which was very gentle, like the fluttering of feathers.

Xiang Ning murmured, "So relieved."

He laughed when he finished speaking.

After turning off the lights, he also closed his eyes and fell asleep with his arms under his head.

When he woke up, the person beside him had long disappeared.Xiang Ning stood up, pushed open the door, and saw Chen Wenyao practicing sword in the yard.

This is the yard given to Chen Wenyao by Li Qianren, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter without permission, so Xiang Ning doesn't have to worry about being watched by others.

"Morning—" Chen Wenyao turned around, saw Xiang Ning, and showed him a big smile, with a pair of dimples looming.

"Got it figured out?" Xiang Ning also laughed.

Chen Wenyao pursed his lips, and then said with emotion, "I figured it out."

He bit his lip lightly, glanced at Xiang Ning secretly, and smirked again, "You know what? I actually hated you quite a bit last night."

"Huh?" Xiang Ning was surprised, "Hate me? Why?"

"Because I can't help myself. As the only son of the leader of the martial arts, I have to be loyal to the leader of the Demon Sect. In the final analysis, all of this is caused by you."

"No," Xiang Ning shook his head, "This is all chosen by the system. I can't decide these things. Otherwise, what do I want you to do?"

Time flies, and five years have passed in a flash.

At this time, Chen Wenyao was already the right protector of the Demon Cult, and the original right protector You Yue was seriously injured and died in a confrontation with the righteous way.

Li Qianren saw that Chen Wenyao had made a lot of contributions, and he was promoted to the Right Protector in an extraordinary way, one person under ten thousand people.

On the official road leading to Yangzhou, a white-clothed young man and a white-clothed scholar walked in tandem, and they were the famous protectors of the Demon Cult.The people coming and going on the side of the road were all people from the rivers and lakes who went to Yangzhou to watch the selection of the leader of the martial arts. The two of them were not conspicuous at all mixed in the crowd.

Not far away, the young man from a rich family obviously moved his butt from time to time, and asked the servant who was holding the rope in front of him, "How long will it take to reach Yangzhou? I'm so exhausted from riding!"

The servant smiled and said, "Young Master, please bear with me for a while. We are at the post station ahead. We will rest for one night and rent a carriage. We will arrive the day after tomorrow."

The young master moaned and chirped for a while, and then said, "Is there anything interesting in Yangzhou? Tell me to pass the time."

The servant thought for a while, "If you want to talk about Yangzhou, the servant only heard about the fact that the only son of the previous martial arts leader joined the Demon Cult, so I don't know if it's true or not."

"It's true." A Taoist-looking man holding a canvas in front of him turned around and shook his head and said, "Leader Chen is really unlucky to have such a son who doesn't distinguish between black and white. The fame of the whole life will be ruined once."

The son became interested, "This...why does President Chen's son join the Devil's Cult?"

"How do I know this, I must have promised some benefits to the Demon Sect!"

"If you want to say that Chen Yufeng is also a character, he was only 15 years old back then, and now he has become the right-hand man of the leader of the Demon Cult in just five years. I heard that Li Qianren is extremely beautiful, but I don't know..." Without saying a word After that, the Taoist laughed "hehehe" to himself.

The young master also laughed knowingly, how wretched he is!

Lin Jingye quietly raised the fan in his hand, but was stopped by a flawless white hand, Lin Jingye looked at Chen Wenyao suspiciously.

Chen Wenyao shook his head, quickened his pace and overtook the three, and transmitted his voice in a secret language: "If that's the case, haven't I heard enough in the past five years? Don't worry about them."

Lin Jingye put away the folding fan, looked at the tall figure in front of him, and as he walked forward slowly, the tall figure was drawn into a long shadow by the afterglow of the setting sun.

In the past five years, he watched helplessly that the person in front of him made rapid progress. He obviously couldn't beat him by ten strokes at the beginning, but after a year, he not only surpassed himself, but was even able to draw with the leader.Although he fought countless battles with Zhengdao and those people, winning and losing, he was able to escape from scarred situations again and again. After he healed his injuries, his martial arts rose to another level.

Such a person is really scary, no wonder You Yue persuaded the leader to guard against him when she was dying.

No wonder the leader became more and more wary of him.

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