When the cannon fodder meets the villain boss

Compared with Wancheng, Nanning City is not as prosperous as it was completed, but the literary style is very prosperous. Every year at the end of spring, a talent contest is held, attracting literati and scholars from a hundred miles around Nanning City to come to meet friends through literature.

In this way, Nangong Weiran saw many elegant literati in the process, and it was not possible to see scholars holding literary meetings in various restaurants and teahouses.Of course, there are many famous people like Nangong Weiran who come to join in the fun.

Although Nangong Weiran found it interesting, he would not join it. Although he was self-taught in his previous life, he also received the education of the 21st century. Classical Chinese is enough for him to memorize. It is difficult for him to write poetry and papers.Even though Nangong Weiran in this life can be regarded as a child of a noble family, but this family is a martial arts family, Nangong Weiran only studied the Four Books and Five Classics once, which is very simple, but he is not an illiterate, and has not studied it in depth at all. After all, what people in the martial arts value more is The level of martial arts.

Yan Wu's handling ability is really good, even with such a large number of people, Yan Wu was able to book the best Tianzihao guest room in one of the best inns in the city.

Nangong Weiran and Situ Cang took a hot bath, dressed up as a literati, and went out to watch the fun.This time, Yan Wu did not follow the two of them as servants, but collected information about the competition.

As soon as he walked to a relatively remote street, four people appeared in front of him and behind him, blocking his way and retreat. Although they were all dressed up as ordinary people, they were embroidered on the inconspicuous corners of their clothes. The small red swallow mark the size of a fingernail still allowed Yan Wu to recognize the identities of these people at a glance.

"My lord, the Pavilion Master is here to invite you."

The corner of Situ Cang's mouth suddenly twitched, and he looked at Nangong Weiran who was listening to those literati commenting on the scrolls, and Nangong Weiran turned his head to look at him as well.

"I'm curious." Situ Cang said via voice transmission, "Would you like to see it?"

Nangong Weiran thought for a while and asked, "Yan Wu?"

"Ah."

Nangong Weiran, who was not very interested in commenting on picture scrolls, immediately withdrew, followed Situ Cang out of the teahouse, turned into a deserted alley at random, the two immediately disappeared, and arrived at the best place in the city after a while. The brothel, Yan Yuelou.Of course, the brothel was not open at this time, so it was very quiet. In a small building in Yan Yuelou, there were two people confronting each other.

Nangong Weiran and Situ Cang appeared on the roof of the small building, their spiritual sense penetrated, and they saw Yan Ming, the master of the Yan Pavilion who had a relationship with them once, sitting there pouring himself a drink.She was still dressed in white clothes without any blemishes, and she still had a faint smile. Although the sitting posture was very casual, there was a majesty of a superior person sitting there.

And Yan Wu knelt in front of him on one knee, his eyes full of fear, but Nangong still could see Yan Wu's respect for Yan Ming, respect from the heart.

Nangong Weiran couldn't help feeling strange, didn't this Yan Wu betray him?

A trace of anticipation flashed in Situ Cang's eyes, and he had a hunch that these two people would open up the younger brother a little bit.

Yan Ming looked at the man kneeling in front of him, there was a touch of nostalgia in his eyes, but it turned into a touch of anger the next moment.

"Yan Wu."

"Yes."

"Why do you want to betray?" Yan Ming's tone was very light. If he didn't listen carefully, he might ignore it. His fingers slid gently across his waist. There was a wound there, which was stabbed by the man in front of him who had sworn allegiance to him. He used the dagger he had given him.

Once you enter the Yan Pavilion, you will never leave it for life.

But this person in front of him is an exception.

Yan Wu's body stiffened involuntarily, but under the gaze of Yan Ming waiting for the answer, Yan Wu forced himself to speak: "Yan Wu doesn't want to be treated as a rag, throw it away after use."

Yan Wu lowered his head, hiding the pain in his eyes.He is a dead man, willing to die for his master, and willing to do anything for his master, but he doesn't want to be played like a fool by his master. Destroy it mercilessly.

There is no shortage of dead soldiers around the master, why is it only him?The master's Waiting Cloud Pavilion stands there like a signboard, showing the master's deep affection for Mr. Yiyun, why should he provoke himself?

Yan Wu is a dead man, but he is not a dead man. Yan Wu doesn't care about physical pain, but what Yan Wu can't stand is mental torture. Even if he is a dead man trained by Yan Pavilion, he can't bear the kind of teasing from his master. .

Yan Ming's eyes flickered slightly, and when he put it down, he was scrutinized again. Even when he was kneeling there, this man still seemed very resolute and loyal. Yan Ming remembered that his body was firm and firm, and he was also very cautious on the bed. It stands to reason that he was not Yan Ming. The type that Ming likes is even more incomparable to the person whom he puts in his heart.

Obviously, it was just a drunk that dragged this dead man to bed, obviously he just regarded this dead man as a toy in his spare time, and obviously thought about giving this dead man as a gift for the cooperation of Lingbo Pavilion, but why? Seeing him sneak attacking himself with a dagger, would it hurt and be unbelievable?Why did you pick him up in person?

Yan Ming couldn't figure it out, he was educated to grab what he wanted since he was a child, and if he has strength, he can't get anything?Maybe Yiyun is an exception, but that's just because Yiyun's identity and the forces behind him made him unable to succeed for a while.

"You think you have the qualifications to be cherished by me again?" Yan Ming said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Yan Wu's body trembled, and a burst of despair rose from the bottom of his heart, "But, I have a choice not to let the master continue to ruin it." Even if Yan Wu died, he would not be willing to be trampled like this.So he defected, even though Yan Wu knew that defecting was tantamount to death.

"Trass?" For some reason, this word was harsh in Yan Ming's ears.

Yan Wu stood up and looked at Yan Wu with nostalgia but more determination in his eyes, "If the Pavilion Master has nothing else to do, I want to leave first, my son still has something for me to do."

Yan Ming was suddenly furious.Pavilion Master?My son?But the smile on his face was slowly expanding, "Once you enter Yan Pavilion, you will never leave. Yan Wu, do you think you can still leave?"

Yan Wu frowned immediately, and shot towards the window, but immediately after that, a black whip wrapped around his waist like a black snake from behind, and then a burst of Pulling backwards, Yan Wu was pulled into someone's arms in an instant.

Seeing the inevitable smile on Yan Ming's face, Yan Wu was startled, raised his palm and struck, but the next moment he felt his internal energy dissipate and his whole body's strength was drained out.

poisoned!Yan Wu, you have only left Yan Pavilion for a few days, and you have forgotten the fragrance of tea in Yan Pavilion. "Yan Ming smiled, took Yan Wu by his arm and took out a pink pill from his sleeve to force-feed him.