The villain master dressed as a sick and charming male protagonist

Xunli closed his eyes, and silently retreated into Yan Cangming's embrace.

Xunli asked softly, "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow will be bright."

Xun Li responded, and didn't speak any more.

Soon, his mind began to groggy again.

Yan Cangming's voice was slightly hoarse, and his arms holding Xunli became tighter and tighter. Every time he parted, his heart felt like a knife.

"Ayan, take care of yourself." After Xunli finished speaking, he fell into a deep sleep again. His body, which was originally warm, also gradually cooled down.

Apart from his faint breathing, Yan Cangming couldn't feel that this was a living person at all.

His heart was sore, every time, every time, the soreness in his chest would be blown away by the cold wind, and then it would come back tenfold.

He clearly had body temperature and heartbeat, but Yan Cangming felt that he was like a lonely wandering soul, who didn't know where to go, and didn't dare to stay.

"Master...the wine buried in Wumiao Peak has been buried for many years..." The man's voice was muffled, and his tall body trembled slightly.

What is left of him?Yan Cangming suddenly felt a little confused, the person in his arms cooled down, and he only felt cold, like a dead leaf in the wind and rain.

"If I can't bring Master home, I will go to the Underworld with Master." Yan Cangming murmured and closed his eyes.

A rough night...

At dawn the next day, Yan Cangming didn't stay any longer, packed his things, and hurried all the way to the Mongolian prairie.

Mongolia, a country that conquers the world on horseback.

Not affiliated with any country, they stand as kings on their own and occupy one side.

Yuehua and Moren did not follow, but parted ways with Yan Cangming to find the next soul.

When Yan Cangming arrived in Mongolia, it was already late at night.

Following Yan Wang's guidance, Yan Cangming came to the edge of a cliff, where two parties were fighting fiercely.

Although the night was very dark, Yan Cangming could still tell who the masked man in white was at a glance.Although the master in this life has a strong murderous aura, Yan Cangming doesn't mind at all.

Because his master is not a flower in a greenhouse, a man who can suppress the entire heaven with his own strength in a heaven surrounded by wolves, and a god of war who is feared by the gods and demons, how can he be a mediocre person.

His master, no matter where he is, must be a dazzling existence.

Just like at this moment, the man in white was holding a long knife, his eyes were sharp, and he said angrily: "The Chahar tribe is really tired of work! You better not let this prince return to Junggar safely. Otherwise, my Junggar army will definitely crush Chahar department!"

"Xijier, today is the day of your death!" Someone roared through gritted teeth, and immediately led the crowd to rush forward with their knives in hand.

Yan Cangming silently read a sentence, Xijier?Could it be the name of the master in the Mongolian tribe?

Hades didn't tell him this.

"Ah—" With a muffled snort, Yan Cangming's eyes instantly turned cold.

Tapping his toes lightly, Yan Cangming teleported to Jiang Nian's side, hugged him who was about to fall down, and at the same time saw the bloodstains on Jiang Nian's arm.

The four eyes met, and Jiang Nian's eyes, which were originally filled with anger, suddenly froze.

Yan Cangming turned around, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Looking for death!"

Flipping his palms, countless long swords were suspended in the air. Amidst the astonished expressions of the crowd, Yan Cangming snapped his fingers, and all the long swords sank into the chests of the group of people.

Everyone's eyes widened in astonishment.

There was no time to panic, so he fell down.

"Who are you?" A cold dagger was pressed against Yan Cangming's carotid artery. If he was not careful, his blood would be splashed on the spot.

Yan Cangming was slightly taken aback, then smiled slightly: "My surname is Yan, and my name is Cangming."

The person behind him frowned: "From the Central Plains?"

Yan Cangming hesitated for a while: "I guess..."

Jiang Nian: "Why save me?"

Yan Cangming: "I can help you conquer the tribes of Mongolia."

Jiang Nian: "Conditions?"

Yan Cangming: "You..."

Jiang Nian was taken aback for a moment, then became angry, cut the dagger deep, and blood flowed out immediately: "Don't think that I dare not kill you!"

Yan Cangming was stunned by the tingling pain, and after a while of silence, he finally said: "After the grassland is unified, I want you to be willing to accompany me for three months."

"I'm not a brothel girl from the Central Plains. If you continue to insult me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Yan Cangming was caught off guard and turned his head. Jiang Nian was startled and raised his head again. The dagger in his hand had been clamped by two fingers. No matter how hard Jiang Nian tried, he couldn't get out of control.

Yan Cangming smiled lightly, without any hostility in his eyes: "You misunderstood me, I said to accompany you for three months, not to sleep with you for three months. You and I hit it off right away. I think you are pleasing to the eye, and I am talking about drinking and accompanying Play for three months, of course, you pay."

Yan Cangming glanced at the dazed Jiang Nian, and let go of his hand: "You have seen my strength, if I want to plot against you, with your ability, you can't refuse."

What Yan Cangming said was sincere.

Jiang Nian was also quite embarrassed, covered his lips and coughed, put away his sword, Jiang Nian said: "Why should I trust you? How do I know that you are not a spy sent by another tribe or the royal family of a certain country in the Central Plains?"

Yan Cangming helplessly spread his hands: "Then how do you believe it?"

Jiang Nian hesitated for a moment, then threw the long knife in his hand to Yan Cangming: "I cut off my arm to show my loyalty."

Yan Cangming took it without any hesitation: "Okay..."

Raising the long knife, Yan Cangming raised his hand and chopped off his left arm without blinking.

"Kangdang——" Jiang Nian knocked down the knife in Yan Cangming's hand in fear.

Immediately, there seemed to be a bit of anger in the pair of phoenix eyes: "Are you sick?"

Yan Cangming didn't care at all, if the master wanted his arm, he would just cut it off.Of course, he also believed that no matter what kind of master he was in, he would never treat him like this.

Obviously, Yan Cangming won this game again.

"I believe you, but if you dare to do anything to betray me, I will definitely end you without hesitation!" Jiang Nian gritted his teeth and said these words as if angry.

Then, he tore off the towel.

Only then did Yan Cangming see clearly, it was still the familiar face, but it was a little more heroic. Looking closely, there was a scar from the cheek to the corner of the mouth. It was not very obvious because it was night, but Yan Cangming was still angry up.

"Who did it? Your face."

Jiang Nian gave him a strange look: "It was done during the war."

After speaking, he turned around and left first.

Yan Cangming clenched his fist and chased after him: "Is it the Chahar department you just mentioned?"

Jiang Nian didn't answer, but just said: "Man, it's okay to have some scars on your body. By the way, where did you come from, Yan Cangming, and why did you help me?"

Yan Cangming silently remembered the name of the Chahar tribe in his heart.

It's dawn, let the boys of the Demon Race come out to play and kill a few people.

"You will know my intention in the future." Yan Cangming made it clear that he didn't want to say anything, Jiang Nian couldn't help but smile, and didn't bother to ask further.