Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Prince Jing rushed over and put his arms around his neck.

Duan Yue groaned, and was dragged directly into the water, his clothes were completely soaked.

"Duan Chuchu! I'm going to kill you!"

Prince Jing hugged him tightly: "I want you."

"What the hell."

"I need you, without you I will die." Prince Jing's voice was muffled, "Don't leave me."

Duan Yue pulled his arm away with a look of disgust, and wiped the water on his face. "Get off your mother, don't push yourself too hard, hurry up and climb out after healing your wounds. I'll go change my clothes and wait for you in the living room."

Prince Jing grabbed his ankle and said stubbornly, "You promise me first."

Duan Yue was irritable and kicked him away: "I shouldn't, I'm mad at you."

After returning to the room and changing clothes, the little yellow book also flew out.

"Father, you are too cruel to Prince Jing, Prince Jing will be sad."

"He? Sad?" Duan Yue put on his belt and raised his eyebrows, "He doesn't even have a heart, he will hurt a fart."

Xiao Huangshu said: "Dad, don't say that. Prince Jing is different from the previous life. He likes Dad very much now."

Duan Yue snorted and said nothing.

After waiting for a while, Prince Jing came in barefoot and wet all over.

Mo hair dripping, face pale, like a water ghost just crawled out of hell.

Duan Yue had a big head, took a towel from the bathroom and walked over, took off his clothes, wiped off the water, and carried him into the sofa.

Prince Jing sneezed softly, shrunk his shoulders, buried his face into his neck, and said pitifully, "Duan Yue, it's cold."

"You deserve it, who told you to stay in the water for so long."

Having said that, I still squatted down and helped him put on the fluffy little panda pajamas and put on cat claw shoes and socks.

Prince Jing blinked: "Aren't we going out?"

"What's the hurry, wait until you heal your injury." Duan Yue looked at the boy who suddenly became childish in satisfaction, and rubbed his two ears on his head. "Your Highness is so cute."

Prince Jing's ears turned red first.

But soon thinking of the burns on his face, his eyes dimmed a bit.

"What's the matter?" Duan Yue was always sensitive to his emotional changes.

"Shan Yu Zichen..."

Prince Jing paused, unable to speak, and shut his mouth again, refusing to speak.

"What's the matter?" Duan Yue pinched his face.

"It's nothing." Prince Jing turned his face away, lowered his head slightly, lowered the brim of his hat, curled up his knees, and shrank into the sofa in a self-contained manner.

Duan Yue coaxed him for a while, but he refused to speak.

Like a very arrogant and ignorant little peacock.

"Fine, it's up to you." Duan Yue lost his temper due to the quarrel, and didn't bother to care about it anymore, so he left him on the sofa to watch TV, and went to the kitchen to make porridge by himself.

As a result, after a while, Prince Jing ran into the kitchen with his woolen slippers and hid behind the door to peep at him.

Duan Yue threw out a fork, pinned it to his ear, and sneered.

"Your Highness, what are you doing, sneaky."

Prince Jing asked, "What's for dinner tonight?"

"Porridge with minced meat and vegetables, steamed buns, cornmeal steamed buns."

"I don't like it. I want egg noodles and milk."

Duan Yue was amused by his unreasonable and strong tone: "Duan Chuchu, do you have a choice? I like to eat, and if I don't eat, get lost, let me go outside to drink the northwest wind."

Prince Jing fell silent, pursed his lips, and stood behind the door staring at him.

"..." Do you think this person has some serious illness?

Duan Yue was annoyed by the disturbance, took a bottle of Wahaha from the refrigerator and threw it over, shouting loudly: "The noodles are finished!"

With only one bottle of milk left, King Jing felt that he could accept it, so he took two bites of custard buns to fill his stomach.

Duan Yue looked at a large bowl of vegetable porridge in front of him and was speechless.

Compared with Prince Jing, isn't he a bit too edible?

Can't tell who is the top one.

The two still slept in the same bed at night.

Although there was also a small bed in the next room, Duan Yue never let him sleep alone since King Jing had a nightmare when he rolled down from it and broke his head.

Duan Yue was worried about his injury, so he dredged his meridians and breath again.

Prince Jing nestled in his arms, his eyes drooping, half asleep and half awake.

The half of the scarred face was pressed inside by him and he couldn't see it, only the other half of the intact face could be seen.Snow white and rosy, with beautiful facial features and drunken eyes, she looks too good to be real.

Duan Yue watched his heart beat faster, couldn't help lowering his head, and gently kissed his cheek.

Prince Jing woke up suddenly, his eyelashes trembled in a panic, he quickly lowered his head, and hid his other face more tightly.

Duan Yue watched his movements, and suddenly remembered his abnormal behavior when he mentioned Shan Yu Zichen in the afternoon, and suddenly realized.

It turns out that Lord Dog cares about his appearance!

He pretended to mention casually: "Your Highness, what do you think of Shan Yu Zichen's appearance?"

Prince Jing's ears pricked up, he looked up at his expression, and said calmly, "Not much."

"Oh, yes, but I think he has a rare good looks in the world." Duan Yue said with a smile, lowered his head and looked at him, "It's the first time I've seen such a handsome face. Is it possible for an individual to compare?"

The blood in Prince Jing's body was almost frozen, and he pursed his lips tightly, his face extremely embarrassed: "You, like him?"

Duan Yue suppressed a smile: "Almost, who doesn't like beautiful people."

Prince Jing's pupils shrank.This narrow-minded man, how could he hear this, immediately turned over and pressed Duan Yue under him, grabbed his skirt excitedly, and yelled fiercely: "You, you must not like him."

Duan Yue sneered: "Why?"

"He is a man of the enemy country."

"I don't care."

"He, he has a vicious heart."

"Duan Chuchu, you figured it out. You were the one who just killed 30 troops alive. Since ancient times, you have never seen such an inhuman massacre. Who is more vicious?"

Prince Jing opened his mouth, but he was so blocked that he couldn't speak.

"Anyway, I won't allow it."

Seeing that he started to play tricks again, Duan Yue rolled his eyes speechlessly, and held his face with a "snap": "Duan Chuchu, I'll teach you how to say it. You should say, 'I'm prettier than him, you have to like it I', get it."

Prince Jing's eyelashes fluttered, and he covered half of his face, a little uncomfortable: "I don't look good."

It's just hip pulling.

Duan Yue scratched his head, he didn't want to make him proud, and was afraid that he would cry. After thinking about it, he said, "It's fine if I like it. Let it go, Duan Chuchu, I like you, whether you look good or not."

Prince Jing's peach blossom eyes were full of mist, and he stared blankly at him.

It is rare for Duan Yue to speak so bluntly. He also knows that he is not a frank person. He never dares to say who he likes and dislikes.

This is the first time he has expressed his feelings.

"Really?" Prince Jing looked forbearing, his eyes shone slightly, as if he was restraining some impulse.

Duan Yue felt a little embarrassed when he saw him, so he pulled him off his body and hugged him tightly, "Really, stop talking nonsense and go to sleep. Aren't you sleepy?"

Prince Jing has been sleepy for a long time, and has been holding on until now.

But he couldn't sleep without asking.

"What about Shanyu Zichen? Do you like him too?"

"I'm not a big carrot."

"But you said he was pretty."

"Whether he's pretty or not is none of my business, I don't like that thing about him."

"Then which one do you like?" Prince Jing looked expectantly.

The corners of Duan Yue's lips hooked slightly, following his will, raised his chin, and kissed his lips, "You are like this, Duan Chuchu. I like whatever you are, is that enough?"

Prince Jing narrowed his peachy eyes comfortably, curled up into a small ball, and burrowed into his arms. "Not enough, I want more."

Duan Yue smiled lightly, poked the tip of his tongue in, kissed deeply for a while, and then dragged the quilt over to cover the two of them: "Okay, rest early."

Prince Jing found a comfortable position in his arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

Leaving Duan Yue with his eyes open, he touched his head.

After a while, he sighed.

It's over, the male protagonist is raised more and more by him, how can he pass on the family line.

The next day.

The two went out of space.

Only half a day has passed outside.

The iron cavalry has withdrawn from Shanhai County, joined the First Prince's army, and is counting the prisoners of war.

In this battle, the Celestial Dynasty only lost more than 30 people, while the Beiyi army of [-] had less than [-] left, and most of them were burnt and poisoned.

As for Jing Hong, he threatened Haifeng's life and rescued Shan Yu Zichen with all his might.

The two fled into the flames and disappeared without a trace.

Gaifeng was very angry after waking up, and blamed Falcon for letting go of the important hostage.

Falcon didn't speak, just rubbed his bandaged neck. "sorry."

"Is it me that you are sorry for? It is the master that you are ashamed of! If these two people are allowed to make a comeback, wouldn't the master do all this in vain!?"

"Jing Hong was mortally wounded, so he won't live long. There is only Shan Yu Zichen, who has no martial arts, and lost the 30 army, so he can't gain a foothold in Beiyi."

"You're just making excuses for your own selfishness." Gaifeng opened his hand with a cold expression. "Even if I die tragically on the spot, you shouldn't let Shan Yu Zichen go."

"Since you have an affair, you are no longer fit to be the master's secret guard. You should kill yourself and apologize."

Falcon watched him stride away, frowned and thought for a moment, then drew the dagger from his waist.

Seeing that he really wanted to commit suicide, Duan Yue, who had been eating melons, said, "Do you think Hai Feng will live alone? When you die, he will go and catch Shan Yu Zichen, and then follow you to commit suicide and make atonement."

Falcon looked at him: "He will not take life lightly."

"Do you know him? Do you think what you saw is the real him? I saw this kind of thing a lot in the Dark Guard Camp. You don't have to believe it, but don't regret it."

Falcon paused for a while, then cupped his hands at him, "Thanks for the reminder."

Duan Yue only smiled when he chased the man away.

Prince Jing came out of the tent, glanced at him, and said calmly, "It's time to go."

A group of people got on the horse.

They stayed in Beiyi for too long, it's time to return to Chang'an.

Prince Jing was weak and was not suitable for being bumped on horseback. Duan Fei prepared a carriage for him, the wheels were wrapped with anti-vibration belts, the interior of the carriage was padded with several layers of thick cushions, tea, food and books were all available.

Duan Yue was jealous, and complained to Duan Jiu in a low voice: "The treatment is too good, the commander has never been so considerate to me."

"Whoever calls him the Fourth Highness is naturally no better than us slaves."

"I also want to ride a car, but my legs hurt from riding a horse."

Hearing these words, Prince Jing paused when he got into the car, turned around, and stretched out his hand towards him from a distance.

Duan Fei who helped him into the car was puzzled: "Your Highness...what is this?"

"Duan Yue." He glanced at Duan Feidao, his beautiful peach eyes glistening in the sunlight, "Come with me in the car."