special forces guard

The man saw that Wei San was frozen in place and did not move, the smile on his face faded a bit, the young master Bai at the side quickly pushed Wei San, gave him a stern look, and urged him to go forward quickly.

Wei San paused, and walked forward slowly. When he got to the man's seat, the servant beside him frowned and kicked his leg. He staggered and almost fell to his knees.

"Bold Wei San! He didn't kneel down when he saw the leader!" The servant saw that Wei San had stabilized his figure and even stood up straight, and shouted in a low voice.

At this time, the doubts and fear in Wei San's heart were getting deeper and deeper. These people didn't seem to be acting, and the gardens and jade buildings he saw along the way didn't seem like they were built temporarily.

Could it be that he survived the catastrophe, but came to ancient times?

This thought flashed by, making him a little at a loss.He is a materialist and does not believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world, but how to explain the current situation?Among the trainings he received, none of them taught him what to do after time travel.

Yes, time travel.He felt that he had encountered the so-called time travel.

He stood on the spot with his head bowed, seemingly respectful but actually looking at the surrounding environment, and quickly drew up a few retreat routes in his mind.He didn't know how skilled the people here were, but he knew that the man in purple in front of him was not easy to mess with.

And I heard from the person dressed as a servant next to him that he is the leader, and the leader should be very skilled, so he didn't plan to confront the opponent head-on; besides, he still has injuries on his body, and his broken right wrist has not been connected yet.

So he planned to be more aware of current affairs, and then find a chance to leave.So he collected his thoughts, knelt down slowly, muttering vaguely about Wencheng Wude, unifying the rivers and lakes and so on.

These are what he read from the book, I don’t know if this is a good thing here, but anyway, it’s good words, no one doesn’t like to hear good words, right?Unexpectedly, just after thinking about it, a gust of wind swept across his cheeks, cutting off a few strands of hair around his ears.

His pupils shrank and his heart beat like a drum.At that moment just now, he felt Sen Leng's killing intent.Although it was strange to say that, he really realized what the so-called killing intent was all about.

He clenched his left hand into a fist, and knelt on the spot with his lips pursed. Cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.Not only because I was too close to death just now, but also because of my physical discomfort.

"Next time I let this seat hear nonsense, it will be your head that will be broken." The leader said calmly, with a gentle tone, and it was not at all obvious that he was trying to take someone's life just now.

"Are you dumb?!" The boy felt that Wei San was very weird today, he didn't know how to advance or retreat at all, did he really lose his sense of proportion when he climbed into the bed of the leader?

"This subordinate knows." Wei San pondered for a while, then replied in a low voice.Fortunately, such an answer seems to be correct, he took a deep breath in his heart.

"Well, these are rewards for you." The leader waved his hand, and the servant hurriedly took out a wooden box and handed it to Wei San.

Wei San took it with both hands, and didn't open it right away, but respectfully said: "Thank you for the reward, Hierarch." The Hierarch raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "It's a good teacher."

There was a gloomy look in Mr. Bai's eyes, but there was still a decent smile on his face.The leader seemed to see him only at this time, and waved to him, "Xiao Rong, come here."

Young Master Bai immediately walked over with a smile on his face, and snuggled up to the leader, who held his waist and teased him.Wei San knelt down, feeling that his knees were numb and unconscious, and his calf was also slightly twitching.

Only then did he feel that something was wrong. From yesterday to now, too many things happened that took his attention away and made him ignore his physical condition.At first, I thought it was because I was tossed so hard by a man, but now I realize that this body doesn't seem to be my own?

However, the height and figure of this body were very similar to his own, so he ignored it.In addition, since he didn't see the mirror, he naturally didn't know that he had changed.

He didn't notice anything strange until he knelt on the ground for a long time and his calf began to twitch.The left leg of this body was injured, so he couldn't kneel for a long time. If it was his original body, this phenomenon would not happen.

He was a little distressed. He didn't know where else was injured in this body besides the left leg and right wrist?It seems that he has to heal his injury quickly and return to normal exercise before he can leave here.

"Master, Wei San just served you yesterday, and now he has been kneeling for so long, I'm afraid..." Mr. Bai said coquettishly when he saw the gentle expression on the face of the leader.

"Well, let's go down." The leader said calmly, Wei San got up tremblingly, thanked the leader, and left the flower hall with the wooden box in his hand, returning to the shabby room.

He closed the door tightly as soon as he entered the room, leaned against the door panel and took a long breath, then bent over and rubbed his left calf, limped to the table and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea was naturally cold, and he drank several cups in a row before suppressing the panic in his heart.He has been a special soldier for several years, and he has never seen such a big scene.

He tried to calm himself down, but to no avail.The moment he learned that he had become another person, his mind went blank, and he even felt like Zhuang Zhou was dreaming of a butterfly.

He rubbed his forehead, his original name was Yan Nanzhi, but he became Wei San when he got here, he was very unfamiliar with everything here, he only knew that his identity should be a guard.

Guards, refers to attendants and guards.But the gate guards or something sounds like the lowest level of guards.In addition, the man in purple is the leader, so there is still something that cannot be taught here?Generally for no reason, no one will claim to be the leader.

He felt a bit of a headache, because there was too little information, and he couldn't make the most appropriate judgment.He had to figure out the situation around him earlier, no matter whether it was people or things, he had to grasp it as soon as possible.

But most importantly, he had to take care of his body first.The injury on the wrist is okay, although it will take a hundred days to recover from the injury, but at least he knows how the right wrist is injured; unlike the left calf, he doesn't even know what the injury is, so it is much more troublesome to take care of .

He rummaged through the room, found clean cloth strips and wound medicine, gritted his teeth and connected his wrist, and then skillfully bandaged himself with one hand.After treating the injury on his wrist, he lifted up his trousers and checked the injury on his left leg.

It seems that because the injury was near the knee, and it was not treated in time, something went wrong.Fortunately, it doesn't affect walking, but when it rains, I'm afraid I have to suffer a little.

Then he found some banknotes and broken silver in the small cabinet near the bedside, which seemed to be all of Wei San's original property.He put the bill and the broken silver back where they were, and then pulled out a sword.

He stared at the sword expressionlessly, and his mind was a little overwhelmed. Moving a knife and gun was common to him, but he was not good at dancing with a sword.He drew the sword out of its scabbard, seeing the cold white light on the blade, an excitement seemed to arise in his body, his left hand holding the hilt trembled, and the blade made a buzzing sound.

Then his eyes froze suddenly, he stepped forward unconsciously, and took a few steps, while his left hand followed his wrist and swished a few neat moves.

He felt as if his body had self-awareness, and he started to move on his own. When he took the sword flower and put the sword into its sheath, he suddenly came back to his senses and stared at his left hand in astonishment.

He looked back at the bed a few steps away behind him, recalling the steps he stepped on just now, but he couldn't get it right again, let alone the move he made with his left hand just now.

Is that just 'martial arts'?It seems that the martial arts of this body is still there, but he can't use it.It's like a person who has got a huge treasure chest, but has no key to open it, and can only sigh about the treasure inside.