I am the only one in the world who is not afraid of villains [Transmigration Book]

Probably not used to being injured, the burning pain in his chest almost made him unable to straighten up.

Mu Linjiang looked at the group of living corpses drenched in black rain. Their limbs twisted crazily, and their bones made toothache sounds. The people in front punched the courtyard door, knocking it down.

"It seems that the eternal day lamp is right here. The corpse owl's ability to control such a large number of living corpses must be due to the power of the eternal day lamp." Mu Linjiang stood up slowly, and helped Ye Yunzhou, whose forehead was sweating.

The tide of living corpses stepped across the courtyard wall, gnashing their teeth and claws, groaning and roaring intertwined, as if they were in the hell of Shura, but Mu Linjiang still calmly explained: "The corpse owl's self-explosion is the work of a master craftsman. It is the same as that map. Source, the mysterious person left a switch on the body of the corpse owl that would explode when a certain condition was triggered, and used him as a tool to mobilize the living corpse."

"I'll talk about the theory later. Sit down, and I'll clean up the living corpse and save Shi Xiaomei." Holding the sword, Ye Yunzhou took out a handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth. He threw it as a hidden weapon and embedded it in the forehead of the living corpse.

The man just swayed and took another step, less than ten feet away from him.

"Take your sword and heal your wounds, Mr. Ye, be obedient." Mu Linjiang didn't move, grabbed Ye Yunzhou's shoulders and dragged him behind him, smiling calmly.

Ye Yunzhou was about to speak with a cold face, but Mu Linjiang stepped forward with his hands behind his back, and uttered a haughty word.

Mu Linjiang said: "Kneel down."

A clear drink, accompanied by an indescribable lingering sound, stirred up in the lonely winter night, like the rustling of leaves rubbing against each other, like the muffled thunder rolling in the clouds, like the silent whispers of lips and teeth, it was deafening and disappeared without a trace.

Ye Yunzhou couldn't be sure whether there was a sound for the panic sound or whether it was directly in his mind. He shook his head and sat down on the top of the basket.

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Survival Guide for the Concubine of the Occupational Disease Dark Guard

Fu Qiufeng, a veteran secret guard, is proficient in stealth, testing poison and blocking knives, and knows that doing this job will not end well.

Then he transmigrated into a novel about palace struggles and tactics, and became the male favorite who died in a fire in Chapter 3. When he opened his eyes, he could still see the crisis level above other people's heads, one being the safest and nine the most dangerous.

Being a male pet is more life-consuming than a secret guard, Fu Qiufeng decided to leave the palace and run away, but saw a person on the opposite side of the wall with the number "Omen" above his head.

Fu Qiufeng was overwhelmed with shock and at the same time suffered from an occupational disease. He jumped off the wall to blow up the assassins, trying to get back the job of the dark guard iron.

The most dangerous emperor in history, Rong Fan: "..."

He had dinner with the emperor, and he heroically rescued the emperor from the fire. He wanted a weapon, and Rong Chen said, "Okay."

Then he was rewarded with a carved dagger, which was not sharpened.

He made a private visit with the emperor in micro-service, led the emperor out of the siege of the rebels, and asked for a few subordinates, Rong Chen: "Yes."

Then send him a group of cronies, all of whom are delicate maidservants.

In order to find an antidote for the emperor, he came back from being seriously injured by the enemy alone, and the emperor asked him what reward he wanted.

Fu Qiufeng saw that Rong Fan had finally dropped to the number of one, and it was a blessing in disguise: "I want to be the leader of the secret guard."

Rong Fan gently wiped away the blood on his face, and said softly, "No."

"My concubine, stand under the light, this is the prosperous river and mountain we guard together."

Rong Fan has a secret, he can see the threat level above other people's heads, one is the safest, nine is the most dangerous.

He has been surrounded by Jiu all year round, and his heart has long been like an ancient well, until he saw that handsome young man with a surprised face, and the number above his head turned out to be "Zhao".

Then the most menacing teenager in history jumped off the wall and blocked the fatal knife for him.

The full-time tyrant is paranoid and indifferent, the emperor is attacking x loves his job, is dedicated to his work, he is hot on the outside and cold on the inside, and the secret guard is shou

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