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"Your shot...is good." Jingliu jumped down from the pillar, his tone rarely filled with praise, but suddenly he changed the subject and stared at Yannian.

"You seem very... familiar with my sword?"

"Predicted my moves several times."

"You--" Before Jingliu could finish his words, Danyu suddenly stood up and interrupted him.

"Master Swordsman, this is a banquet after all, so let's stop here... I'm afraid this platform can't withstand any more trouble."

After confirming Yannian's condition, Danyu was in a good mood and spoke gently.

"Lord Longzun, please take a seat."

Yannian didn't expect Jingliu to be so meticulous in his observation. His heart tightened, and he saluted with both hands, deliberately avoiding Jingliu's sight. "It's just a coincidence, Master Jianshou, don't worry about it."

After saying that, he passed by Jingliu.

Jingliu raised an eyebrow, "Your gesture is incorrect. This is a special gesture for generals."

"Such a standard, have you practiced it many times?"

Yannian's body was stiff, and there were faint sounds of laughter around him. The dragon masters looked at him with contempt.

Yannian pursed his lips. After hundreds of years, the Ten Kings got used to it. Occasionally, they would go to see Jing Yuan and see him looking half-dead in front of a pile of documents.

He would tease Jing Yuan, bow properly, and say, "It seems I came at the wrong time. The general is very busy. Jackdaw, we should go back early."

"You actually saluted me."

"Haha...are you serious?" Jing Yuan laughed twice, but when he looked up, his expression was cold and he was obviously angry.

"That's right. It's been so long since you came to see me, so naturally we've become estranged. Sigh—I understand. After all, time makes people grow old. You must be disgusted with me, right?"

"I knew that the Tenth Prince also wanted to pursue novelty. Ah, how could I let the Tenth Prince stand? Sit down quickly. Qingdun, pour the tea quickly." Jing Yuan quickly stood up and pretended to clean up the tea table, glancing at Yannian with his small eyes.

"Tenth King, the general is looking at you."

Jackdaw tilted his head, not understanding what Jing Yuan said.

"I saluted. Why is the general unhappy?"

Yannian wanted to laugh, but considering his own personality, he coughed a few times and said, "Just think about it, if you become the boss and Xue Yi suddenly salutes you, would you be happy?"

"Of course I'm not happy," said the Jackdaw without even thinking.

"Well... that's what I mean. You should go back first. I have something to discuss with Jing... no, the General."

"About Dan Heng."

Yannian put one hand behind his back.

"Hey, you're asking me to leave again. It won't hurt if I stay here... Besides, the general's words always sound strange."

"Jackdaw, I heard that the Yaoqing Immortal Boat is short of a few judges. Are you interested?"

"I'm not interested. Can't I just leave?" Jackdaw curled his lips, looked at Qingdui, and left together.

It seems that this is another big secret.

Yannian thought about this and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth. Jingliu was a little puzzled. "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at others for not being able to see through me." Yannian smiled faintly and returned to his seat. When he passed by Danfeng, Danfeng lowered his head, his hair covering his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He heard a reminder that his favorability had dropped by one hundred and was showing a downward trend. Yannian frowned, completely confused.

"Master Sword Master, this is also the first time for Dragon Lord, so I don't know the etiquette..."

Dan Yu was about to explain when Dan Feng suddenly snorted coldly, stood up, and trembled all over.

"Boss, are you...having a rabies attack?" Dan Kun looked confused.

The tribesmen behind him looked puzzled, "Brother Kun, this isn't right. I've never heard of anyone bitten by a dog getting this kind of disease."

"According to this logic, if you're bitten by a dragon, you'll get dragon madness, and if you're bitten by a fox, you'll get fox madness... So if you're bitten by a human, it's like madness."

"That's right, so—" Dan Kun said seriously, "There's the famous "Diary of a Madman," brothers."

boom!

Dan Feng slapped Dan Kun on the head. Dan Kun whimpered and didn't understand why Fu Sheng hit him again since he had always spoiled him before.

I've been hitting him too many times recently.

"You hit me again..."

"Shut up, Fu...Danfeng, come here, I have something private to discuss with you." Danfeng's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it, and he pointed at Yannian.

"Fusheng, stop making a fuss. It's the banquet right now, and Master Jianshou is still here."

Dan Yu spoke lightly.

"It's okay, Danyu. My teacher just wanted to check if I had any injuries. After all, my opponent is the sword master."

"The teacher treats me like a family member and has deep affection for me. I'm afraid I won't feel at ease if I don't check it once."

"Sir Jingliu, please wait for me for a moment." Yannian politely apologized to Jingliu, gave Danfeng a look, and walked towards the back pavilion.

Everyone watched the two of them leave as if they had seen a ghost.

"You treat me like family, and I have deep affection for you. Hahahaha, how many mushrooms did Long Zun eat?"

"It's because I'm hard of hearing." Dan Kun scratched his ears, looking shocked, as if he had seen a ghost.

Little Dragon Lord, you are beaten to a pulp every day, and you call this deep affection.

In fantasy——

Dan Feng grabbed Fusheng's collar, panting and begging, "If you love me, spank me, spank me quickly, spank me, spank me, prove your love to me."

"The harder you hit me, the deeper the love!"

"I can not wait anymore."

"It seems like something is not right." Dan Kun's eyelids twitched wildly, and he seriously suspected that Fusheng had activated some extraordinary attributes of Dan Feng.

Jingliu returned to his seat, lifted his robe sleeves and brushed across the table in front of him, wiping away the debris that had flown from the fight, then raised the wine jug and poured it into the cup.

The silver moonlight dotted the ripples in the lamp, and there was Yannian's fleeting shadow and the young man's gentle voice.

Jing Liu paused, then drank the wine in one gulp, feeling a slight sweetness.

As a guest, if I were treated like this, I would have turned the table over and scolded him, but surprisingly, I was calm and not angry at all.

rear cabinet.

Yannian followed behind Danfeng, and the shadows of the trees swayed and rustled.

The sound of declining favorability lingered in Yannian's ears.

Still falling.

[-10, -10, -10…]

Is there anything wrong? Looking at his actions, shouldn't Dan Feng think of his alias Nian Yan?

Nian Yan is also a white moonlight. It would be fine if his favorability didn't increase, but why did it decrease?

Could it be that he was blaming him for not waiting for him back then?

"Dan Feng, stop, I have something to tell you."

In order to stop the loss in time, Yannian immediately spoke up and planned to explain further.

"What?" Dan Feng turned his head slightly, a faint arc appearing at the corner of his mouth, which contained sarcasm and disdain.

"Are you trying to explain the origin of your unique body movement skills, or the integration of my spear skills into this attack?"

"Or -"

"You want to say that you stole everything that belongs to me, including him." Dan Feng's voice was low and suppressed, and finally it erupted like a volcano, full of resentment. He grabbed Yannian's collar, with a murderous look on his face, and questioned loudly.

"You've dreamt about it, right? The magic method of transforming into a dragon, the inheritance of successive generations of Dragon Lords."

"That must be the case. Otherwise, how could you have that kind of pace and Dragon Lord's spear skills? You even peeked at a part of me, you bastard."

"Calm down." Yannian's pupils shrank. He had never expected that the situation would develop to this point.

"I know all this because I am Nian Yan... I didn't dream of the so-called Dragon Lord inheritance, nor do I know the secret method of transforming into a dragon."

Dan Feng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Are you Nian Yan?"

"You mean Fusheng is Nian Yan? You didn't dream of the magic of transforming into a dragon, but you were able to perform a blow that contained the Dragon Lord."

"You mean Nian Yan came back as Fu Sheng and bullied me for so many years, wanting to kill me."

Yannian: "This——"

"Are you sick?" Dan Feng chuckled, his words full of disgust.

"Why, there's no way to explain it."

"You just stole my memory."

Seeing Yannian silent, Danfeng sneered silently, with a green light on his hand, obviously wanting to kill Yannian. No matter what, the memories of the Dragon Lords of all generations must not be handed over to Fusheng.

[Dan Feng's Favorability: –500.]

【Rewind.】

The favorability level dropped to the bottom in an instant. Before Danfeng could make a move, Yannian opened his eyes again and returned to the banquet.

Yannian breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say that there was still hope, but the next second Danfeng said, "Shut up, Fu... Danfeng, come here, I have something private to discuss with you."

Yannian: “…”

the second time.

"It's a banquet now. As the Dragon Lord, I cannot neglect Lord Sword Master." Yannian sat back in his seat and spoke slowly, pretending to be calm.

After directly rejecting Danfeng, Yannian began to feel a little confused.

There was no warmth in Dan Feng's eyes, and he began to attack himself.

"He must have dreamed of the inheritance of successive generations of Dragon Lords, and even my memories."

"He can't...live if that body contains such a foul soul—"

"No, no, absolutely not."

Yannian couldn't hear Danfeng's thoughts, but he was already extremely nervous. As time passed, his favorability dropped again, and finally it was reduced to zero in an instant. He came to his senses and returned to the banquet.

Dan Feng: "Shut up, Fu... Dan Feng, come here, I have something private to discuss with you."

Yannian: "Let's go."

Yannian: "Calm down first. Look, I can turn into Nian Yan. How about that? I bought you candied haws before. You were called Dan Ye back then."

Dan Feng: "... You really peeked into my memory, and even knew all this, and even a move comparable to Dragon Lord, you thief, thief, thief -"

Rollback.

Yannian: “Danfeng, you are so bold, are you done yet? I advise you not to make trouble unreasonably!”

Dan Feng: "Oh, what? Just because you dreamed of some memories of past Dragon Lords, you are so arrogant. Fusheng, you are as arrogant as ever, you little thief!"

……

There were still two last chances. Yannian opened his eyes again and returned to the banquet. Before Danfeng could speak, Yannian smashed the table with a punch.

The meeting room suddenly fell silent.

Under the shadow of the lights, Yannian's expression was distorted. After several attempts, he was almost losing his patience with Danfeng.

Maybe it was because he was too excited, but Yannian felt dizzy. In the blink of an eye, he and Danfeng switched bodies.

Dan Feng raised his head, looking confused. He looked at his hands and the debris on the ground and fell into a brief daze.

After changing back to his body, Yannian quickly adapted and strode towards Danfeng.

"Boss?" Dankun asked in confusion, not knowing what Yannian was going to do.

"Floating life?" Dan Yu's eyes also flashed with a hint of doubt.

"Lord Fusheng?" The dragon masters looked at each other, confused as to what Lord Long and Fusheng were up to.

Yannian walked up to Danfeng, lowered his head, and looked indifferent.

"What are you doing?" Before Dan Feng even raised his eyes, Yannian threw a punch and roared.

"Didn't your teacher teach you not to smash tables and chairs or waste food?"

"Haven't you heard that saving a little rice a day can buy you a house in ten years, which is better than studying for ten years?"

"Ah—with this blow from you, many people who studied for ten years lost their houses."

Yannian knocked Danfeng unconscious with his elbow without any hesitation, suppressing his anger in his tone, not giving Danfeng any chance to react.

Jing Liu on the side was stunned. It was the first time in her life that she saw Master Long elbow Long Zun. She was just about to comment on how much courage Long Zun still had, but ended up being completely controlled by him.

Looking around, the tribesmen were stunned for a few seconds, then they all clapped and cheered, "What a great poem! You are worthy of being Master Fusheng."