Without practicing the Hehuan skill, the crazy leader has infinite charm

After Huaichuan's death, Lin Congmo appointed a new shadow guard to be sent to Nangong Jiayao's courtyard.

Gu Xiyan looked up and down at the new shadow guard, frowned at the silver mask on his face, "Why is your face covered?"

She raised her hand to remove the mask from his face.

The shadow guard turned his face away and said softly, "I am ugly and I am afraid that I will offend the Pavilion Master."

Yao Jia's eyes flickered. This voice...

Ming Jue!

In his previous life, he was also...

Yao Jia sighed softly. It turned out that from then on, they all started to revolve around her.

Gu Xiyan seemed very satisfied with Mingjue's words. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Then you'd better cover the mask tightly and never let Yaoyao see the face under the mask."

He was taken into the house to be seen by Nangong Jiayao.

She just glanced at him expressionlessly and waved him away.

Seeing her disgusted expression, Gu Xiyan walked over and asked softly, "Yaoyao, do you think this person is inappropriate?"

Nangong Jiayao's eyes involuntarily followed the departing black figure, then she looked away and shook her head.

"No, I'm just a little tired." She sighed and leaned her head into his arms, "Sanlang, you won't betray me, and you won't abandon me, right?"

Gu Xiyan was slightly startled, and immediately nodded, "Of course, I will always be with Yaoyao and never leave you..."

She slowly closed her eyes as he comforted her softly.

Gu Xiyan looked at her closed eyes and felt inexplicably irritated.

He clearly wanted to destroy everything she cared about, but when she was really hurt, her heart felt like it was being grabbed by something and the pain was unbearable.

He stroked her cheek and whispered, "Yaoyao, why do you always make me so conflicted?"

Nangong Jiayao seemed to be awakened by his actions. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at the scar on his face that had healed to the point where no trace could be seen. She said with a slight movement in her eyes, "Let him out of the dungeon. Tell him to never appear in front of me again."

A trace of struggle flashed in Gu Xiyan's eyes, "Are you just going to let it go? He betrayed you and killed Huaichuan, are you just going to let it go?"

"After all, he has been with me for ten years and brought me up. Now his appearance is ruined and his martial arts skills are gone. The punishment is enough."

"Aren't you afraid that he will retaliate against you..."

"He wouldn't... If he really wanted revenge, why didn't he fight back that day?"

"Maybe he's just playing a trick, why not just kill him..."

“That’s enough!” Nangong Jiayao suddenly stood up from his arms and shouted, “When will you make the decision about the Nangong Mansion?”

Seeing that her eyes were beginning to turn abnormally red again, Gu Xiyan hurriedly comforted her, said that he would do it right away, and left the room.

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, casting a cool light.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to let go of the annoyance in his chest.

However, the boredom is like weeds, growing endlessly.

In the dungeon, Shuanghua was held against the cold stone wall, his clothes were disheveled, his face was covered with bloodstains, and he looked miserable. He lowered his head, as if he was in deep thought, or as if he was enduring endless pain.

Gu Xiyan stepped into the dungeon and frowned as he looked at Shuanghua's appearance, but he did not feel any sympathy in his heart.

He walked slowly to Shuanghua with a sneer on his face.

"She still remembers our old friendship and asked me to let you go. Unfortunately, she will never even look at you again in your current state. Don't worry, I won't kill you. I will keep you alive and let you watch how the little darling you raised gradually commits suicide and becomes the object of scorn of the entire Da Xia!"

His voice was low and cold, and every word seemed to come from an ice cellar.

Shuanghua's eyes suddenly became fierce when he heard this, and the chains on his limbs jingled because of his anger, "Monster, you monster... Don't even think about bewitching her again..."

"Monster!" Gu Xiyan suddenly laughed, stroked his face that looked like Le Wuyou, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

But soon, an unusually excited light burst out from those eyes, and there was a sick and distorted tone in her voice, "Yes! I am a monster, but she just likes me, doesn't she? She just loves the way I am and doesn't want me to leave..."

He walked quickly to Shuanghua, raised his hand to strangle Shuanghua's neck, and began to exert force with his fingertips. His expression became ferocious, "Otherwise, why wouldn't she believe you? Even if you tell her my identity, what does it matter..."

Shuanghua was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe. Her face gradually turned blue and purple, and she uttered "Yaoyao" and "Yaoyao" with difficulty.

Gu Xiyan seemed not to hear it, and continued to use force with his fingers. An almost crazy smile appeared on his face, "Scream, she won't hear you. Now the whole Nangong Mansion believes that you are a traitor..."

"Sanlang, what are you doing?" The woman's cold voice sounded behind him.

Gu Xiyan's eyes suddenly narrowed and he abruptly let go of his hand.

Shuanghua fell to the ground helplessly like a puppet without its support, gasping for breath.

Gu Xiyan looked back and saw Nangong Jiayao standing outside the prison door with an expressionless face. Her pair of red eyes seemed particularly bright in the dim dungeon.

Gu Xiyan's face froze, but he quickly regained his composure and greeted Nangong Jiayao with a smile, as if what had just happened had never happened.

"Yaoyao, why are you here? It's very dirty and messy here. I will take the person out of the house immediately and won't pollute your eyes."

Nangong Jiayao ignored him and walked straight to Shuanghua, squatted down, gently stroked the scars on his face, with a flash of anger in his eyes.

He turned around and glared at Gu Xiyan fiercely, "Who allowed you to torture him?"

Hearing her say just this, Gu Xiyan breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the corner of his mouth, stepped forward and held her, "This is a dungeon, anyone who comes in will be severely tortured..."

Nangong Jiayao shook his hand away, her voice cold and grim, "I say, who allowed you to torture him?"

Gu Xiyan was caught by her gaze and felt a chill in his heart, but he quickly recovered and continued to smile: "Yaoyao, I did this to vent your anger."

“Vent your anger?” Nangong Jiayao stood up and looked him straight in the eye. “Only I can touch my people. No one else is allowed to touch him. Not you, not Xiu Lan, and certainly not Father Lin…”

This is so confusing and doesn't sound like a normal person at all.

Shuanghua looked at Nangong Jiayao in surprise, frowned, and asked Gu Xiyan anxiously, "What happened to Yaoyao? Why is she like this?"

Gu Xiyan did not answer him, but nodded repeatedly at Nangong Jiayao, "I know, I know, Sanlang was wrong. Sanlang should not have treated Cejun like this without Yaoyao's permission. Damn it. Yaoyao is tired, Sanlang will accompany you to rest, and leave this to others, okay?"

As he spoke, he placed a sachet in his arms on the tip of her nose and said, "Yaoyao, you are tired and need to rest." Gu Xiyan's voice echoed in her ears, gentle as water, giving her an unparalleled sense of security.

A strange fragrance slowly came over me, my head started to feel dizzy, and my body involuntarily went limp.

Her eyelids gradually became heavy. She tried hard to open her eyes, but finally closed them weakly.

"What happened to Yaoyao?"

An ominous premonition surged in Shuanghua's heart. He struggled to get up, but the injuries on his body made it impossible for him to do so. He begged, "I beg you to tell me..."

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