After rebirth, the leader only wants to be with the shadow guard

Zhao Shengyi was stunned the moment he saw Ying Shiyi for the first time.

I saw Ying Shiyi standing beside Lou Jingyu. She was tall and as crisp as a bamboo. Her jet-black hair was half draped behind her and tied up with a fine white jade hairpin.

The fine diet over the past year has made her complexion fair and rosy, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes and rosy lips.

When he was next to Lou Jingyu, he was no longer his usual cold and hard look, but instead slightly raised the corners of his mouth, looking cold and well-behaved, which made people feel itchy.

She was wearing a black brocade dress embroidered with maple leaf patterns. The appropriate tailoring highlighted her broad shoulders and narrow waist. The three-finger-wide waist belt outlined her lean yet powerful waist. It had nothing to do with being delicate, but rather a healthy beauty.

Zhao Shengyi has seen countless people, but he has never seen someone with such a unique temperament. After taking a look at him, he had different thoughts.

He pushed the girl he brought with him, looked at Ying Shiyi, and then at Lou Jingyu.

He asked tentatively, "Who is this person next to Master Lou?"

Lou Jingyu sneered, "It seems that your Cangshan Sect's news is not connected with the martial arts world. You didn't even know that I have a master?"

Zhao Shengyi's face showed genuine surprise. He looked at Ying Shiyi's handsome face and rubbed his eyes.

He is indeed a good man.

Man? Master?

He himself had hired prostitutes in brothels before, but he knew that it was just for fun and not something that could be made public. However, Lou Jingyu actually found a man to be the leader of the Chiyang Sect.

He grabbed the girl he had brought with him. The girl was very pretty, and looked about the same age as Ying Shiyi, but the purple marks on her exposed neck were particularly conspicuous against her fair skin.

"Master, how can a man be the master? Only a girl like this can be on the stage."

Lou Jingyu's face darkened even more. He had a bad temper and was already furious about this matter.

It was obvious that the girl had suffered at the hands of Zhao Shengyi. This was simply abusing her.

He didn't want Eleven to see these scenes of humiliation.

Although the Dark Chamber is in charge of the punishment hall and has many ways to inflict unbearable pain by using swords and knives, the rules are always strict. If the shadow guards fail to do their job or make mistakes, the punishments they receive are all of a kind that does not undermine the manly spirit of a man, and there is no such obscene and abusive means.

Lou Jingyu knew that although Ying Shiyi was a bloody character in the world of swords and sabers, he was a pure blank sheet of paper when it came to feelings and love affairs, which could be seen from his clear and bright eyes.

When Ying Eleven smiled, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, the corners of his eyes also raised, his eyes were sparkling, and joy stained his eyebrows and hair.

Most of the shadow guards coming out of the dark chamber are emotionally indifferent. Ying Shiyi seldom smiles, but when he smiles, he is so beautiful, like the snow on the snowy mountains melting, revealing the beautiful flowers blooming inside without fear of the severe cold. This makes Lou Jingyu want to give him everything, just to make him happy.

But now this ignorant person actually spoke ill of Ying Shiyi in front of him, and he was very unhappy.

He raised his palm and hit the person.

"Wow—"

The wall collapsed.

"puff!"

Zhao Shengyi spat out blood.

Everyone was very surprised at Lou Jingyu's methods.

Although they had heard about Lou Jingyu's rumors and temper, many of them saw him for the first time.

Master Lou really showed no mercy in his actions.

"Oh, my wall." Yin Qinghe felt a little distressed. He had to hire craftsmen to lay the bricks again.

Lou Jingyu blocked Ying Shiyi behind him, otherwise other people's scrutinizing eyes would be cast on him.

"I'll compensate you." he said.