Tiandao through the live room

I hugged Yan Nanfei for a long time.

In fact, I'm not used to this kind of physical contact with other people. I was so determined to push Tang Qingfeng away at the beginning, not because I was so determined, but because I was not used to physical contact with other people.

But I can only force myself to adapt.

Yan Nanfei was still hugging me, his chin resting on the top of my head, his hands just clasping my shoulders and wrapping my waist securely.

"Brother Yan..." It's almost time, and if I hug him again, I will delay the business, so I want to push it out of his arms.

Yan Nanfei hugged me tightly, pressed his lips against my ear, and said in a low voice, "Huaiyan." His hot breath just sprayed on my ears like this: "I am not the dragon head of the Azure Dragon Society."

"Ah?" I pretended to be surprised, but couldn't push him away, so I could only hug him like this: "Brother Yan?"

Yan Nanfei obviously didn't want to explain those messy things to me, as well as the young master Yu Shen Guyan and so on: "Wearing the Qinglong mask, anyone can be the dragon head of the Qinglong Society. Fang Longxiang was like this back then, and so am I now. so."

I didn't dare to ask him Fang Longxiang was the head of the second dragon back then, what position he is in the Azure Dragon Club now - Yan Nanfei has no status in the Azure Dragon Club at all, his status is not as good as mine.

"...um..." I responded obediently.

After pushing him away, I lightly stroked his face: "Brother Yan...dressed like this doesn't look like before..."

I blinked my eyes: "But it still looks good."

Yan Nanfei held my hand, put it down slowly, and then put on his mask.

I laughed, it's not really necessary.But, I also put on my own mask.

The human face is itself a mask, a face that can change with the environment and mood.

And who can see the secret hidden in his heart from someone else's face?

What kind of mask can be more delicate and wonderful than a human face?

The more noble the status and the higher the status of the person, the mask they wear on their face is often more difficult to see through.

When I was Chu Yanjun, I had a mask on my face. Now that I am the head of six dragons, I have another mask. After taking off the mask, Meng Huaiyan is just another mask.

I also wore Tang Qingfeng's mask.

In essence, Yan Nanfei and I are very similar people. He wears the mask of Gongzi Yu and Qiangwei Sword, while I wear more and more complicated masks.

I look at his mask, and I don't speak.

"For all of this...is it worth it?" I couldn't help but still speak out my heart, but I didn't know whether it was to him or to myself.

Yan Nanfei may not know what to say: "In this way, I will have the most powerful and darkest organization, the most beautiful and most loyal woman..." Yan Nanfei stared at me: "This is what I want of."

This is a test, a test of how much I can do for him.

Although I pretended to worship him as a male god, I still had to ask: "Brother Yan...does this method have to be used?"

To be honest, I am pretending to like him now. If I really love him as much as I pretend, then I should use my inheritance and financial resources to do all kinds of open business to help him rule Qinglonghui himself. Build power, and then use the life and death talisman to control subordinates, I can take over as much power as Gong Ziyu has-but my feelings for him are just so-so.

"What I practice is the heart sword and the mind sword. There is no need to miss it. That is the highest level of swordsmanship. If you practice it well, you will be invincible in the world."

This guy couldn't beat Gong Ziyu, so he had no choice but to obey his orders. Gong Ziyu asked him to make an appointment to fight Fu Hongxue, so he could only fight Fu Hongxue, begging for a year's chance - in fact, it was completely unnecessary.

"This kind of swordsmanship is also like a door with thirteen locks." Yan Nanfei used the secret room of Peacock Villa as a metaphor: "I have obtained all the keys, but after opening twelve locks, I can't find them." The last key. So every time I make a move, I always feel that I can’t do what I want. Sometimes a sword hits a target, but at the last moment, it misses by an inch.”

I looked at him: "Brother Yan..."

In fact, Yan Nanfei's level of thinking is still too low, what kind of martial arts does the emperor know?No hair!At most, it will be less lethal than a small skill of female self-defense equipped with high heels, but what?

Is the invincible Grand Master Yuwen loyal to the emperor?

The heroic Princess Minmin is loyal to the emperor, right?Oh, Zhang Wuji's strategy of opening the protagonist's halo doesn't count.

I decided to expose my IQ to Yan Nanfei too: "Brother Yan, learning martial arts is useless at all—the most powerful weapon in the world, the first is power, and the second is legend." I looked up at him: "When the emperor was angry, he lay down millions of corpses and bleed for thousands of miles." I told him slowly: "The martial arts that an emperor can master may not be as high as the martial arts that can be captured by random people in the rivers and lakes. But the damage they caused is far greater It’s far beyond what a Jianghu person can do.”

Yan Nanfei looked at me in surprise.

In other words, this is why Ye Zhiqiu has a protagonist. He has long since given up thinking about dealing with the Qinglong Society. What he wants is the world. Although his way of thinking is not correct, Gong Ziyu only knows revenge, and Yan Nanfei only knows how to control the martial arts. It's almost LOW burst.

"...Huaiyan...?" Yan Nanfei frowned, "You mean...but..."

Yan Nanfei threw me an account book with no expression on his face. The account book was already very worn out, and it was obvious that someone was constantly looking through it.

I took the ledger.

When Wang Feng, the chief escort of Shengda Escort Bureau, saw a mistake on February 18, the contribution was insufficient, and the son was unhappy.

On March [-]th, Wang Feng died under his horse.

Nan Fuao, the second son of the Nangong family, met on February 19. He was polite and slow, and his words were disrespectful.

On the night of February [-]th, Nangong Ao died suddenly after drinking.

Peng Gui, the descendant of the "Five Tigers Broken Door Knife", met with people on February 21. He was ineffective and leaked secrets.

On February 22, Yuan Penghuo committed suicide.

My hands are already cold, I...too underestimated the Azure Dragon Society...

"Young master...?"

"Yeah." I couldn't see the expression on Yan Nanfei's face, but his tone was flat: "Young master...everyone in the Azure Dragon Club calls Longshou that way, because Longshou is Gongzi Yu."

"Gong Ziyu...?" I must have heard the name of No.1 in martial arts: "Then Gong Ziyu..."

Yan Nanfei suddenly sighed: "I am Gong Ziyu."

He looked straight into my eyes: "I am Gong Ziyu." He repeated it again.

I stood up, because I knew the identity of this guy's stand-in, so I didn't say much, I just took off my mask: "Gong Ziyu...but what I care about...is...it's Yan Nanfei..."

The author has something to say: In order to write this chapter, I frankly read the original work of Gu Long...