Retired shadow guard's guide to raising cubs

Mo Yingwei, who made the move, was not fond of fighting. Once he succeeded in a move, he immediately retracted his blade and retreated. His feet touched the ground, and his body lightly landed behind Yan Jun.

None of the people present had the heart to pay attention to Mo Yingwei. Mu Bofeng and Yan Jun even put all their attention on Nian Jinmu's exposed face, and then they all showed disappointment.

How should I put it, the boy's appearance is not ordinary, he can even be called good-looking, but it is far from what they want to see.

Nian Jinmu's two sword eyebrows pointed at the sky obliquely, and his big and bright eyes were piercing.His nose is a bit wide, the nose peak is high, his lips are a little thick, and he has a square face... To sum up, this is a face full of righteousness, which makes people believe that Nian Jinmu is a good person just by looking at it The kind of young knight who does not draw his sword to help.

But Mu Jinnian has a gentle appearance, delicate features, red lips and white teeth, which is not the same type as this year's Jinmu.

Yan Jun swept over the scar on Nian Jinmu's face that was so shallow that it was almost invisible, then carefully looked at his forehead and temples, and finally turned to look at Mo Yingwei.

Mo Yingwei leaned forward, pursed his lips slightly, and said in a very low voice: "There is no fluctuation of spiritual power, and there is no trace of disguise."

waste.

Yan Jun was disgusted in his heart, waved his hand to let Mo Yingwei back down, and put on the gentle expression on his face again, pretending that he was not the one who suddenly turned his back on him, and teased with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Brother Nian is handsome, why is he wearing a Mask? Otherwise, there would have been no conflict between you and me just now."

In words, he blamed Mu Jinnian for all his faults.

shameless!

Mu Jinnian spat secretly.He had known for a long time that Yan Jun looked like a human being, but in fact he was sinister, cunning, and shameless. Unexpectedly, after five years of not seeing each other, this psychopath's skill has improved again.

Resisting his patience to beat someone, he glared at Yan Jun: "Why. Master Yan is in charge of the world, and he still cares about my face injury and wearing a mask to cover up my ugliness?"

"To wear or not to wear is brother Nian's freedom, and I will naturally not interfere." Yan Jun smiled unhurriedly.

"Now that the misunderstanding is resolved, can we leave?"

Of course Yan Jun didn't want to, but before he could say anything, Mu Bofeng suddenly intervened: "Mr. Nian, what is he talking about? This forest is not owned by the three major families. You can leave as you like, why bother to ask?" us?"

This drama was full of twists and turns, and it was hard to calm things down. Of course, he didn't want to let Yan Jun continue to stir up troubles, causing the Zhang family and Yan Mu's family to start a new rift.

Furthermore, he went down the mountain to practice this time to make some achievements and stabilize his position as the young master, not to be a backstop for Yan Jun!

"Then there will be no date." Mu Jinnian didn't talk nonsense, pulled Bai Yu and left.

It was so easy to get away, Bai Yu couldn't wait for it, he bowed his hands to say goodbye, and ran away with Mu Jinnian without looking back.

Yan Jun was caught off guard, seeing Mu Bofeng let him go, he had to smile at this idiot, not to mention how much he hated him.

He patiently accompanied Mu Bofeng to the Qingyun faction for a while, in exchange for a thousand thanks from the head of Qingyun, until it was about to go to bed at night, the two finally separated and went back to their rooms.

Yan Jun entered the room and didn't take off his clothes to sleep. He just stood upright in the center, staring expressionlessly at the wall covered by the bed curtain.Behind that is the room of the Mu family idiot.

Mu Bofeng is just an illegitimate son. He thinks that he can be compared with Yan Jun, the most orthodox eldest son of the Yan family, with a decent appearance?

What a joke!

What else can the lowly things produced by a lowly person do except spoil his good deeds?

I just wish I could beat people into a dark prison, cramp their skin, chop them into meat and feed them to the dogs!

Yan Jun thought about the darkest, most painful and most tormenting punishment, but a smile gradually appeared in his eyes. The more he thought about it, the softer his breath became, like a spring breeze, as if Mu Bofeng had been tortured to the point of death, Crying and begging for mercy.

"Little Lord."

Ban Ping's emotionless voice sounded behind Yan Jun without warning, pulling him out of his fantasy instantly.

There was no blood and flesh flying, and there was no screaming. Mu Bofeng, who was an eyesore, was sleeping peacefully next door, having a good dream.

For a moment, Yan Jun's shadow reflected on the wall was distorted and ferocious, like a ghost from an extremely evil place, roaring unwillingly because he let go of the delicious live food!

But take a closer look, the person standing in the room is clearly a handsome young man, what kind of evil spirit is it?

Yan Jun lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Mo Yingwei who was kneeling respectfully in front of him. After a while, he suddenly flew up and kicked him into the air. With the sound of cracking bones, he smashed the wooden dining table beside him He and a few stools slammed into the wall and fell to the ground again.

The kick that vented his anger was filled with spiritual power, and Mo Yingwei didn't dare to resist, so he carried it down with his fist, and the penetrating spiritual power hit his defenseless internal organs, forcing him to spurt out a mouthful of blood. was seriously injured.

He curled up, his eyes dimmed and blurred, his ears buzzed continuously, his mouth opened and closed like a dehydrated fish, but he couldn't utter a word.

After the initial period, Mo Yingwei struggled to get up, his knees dripped with blood that had lost its temperature and turned dark red on the ground, and he returned to Yan Jun's feet with difficulty, propped himself up, and knelt down staggeringly .

Yan Jun looked at the blood-stained floor and the drag marks behind Mo Yingwei with disgust, and regretted that he had kicked harder and soiled his room for nothing: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Back...young master, Nian Jinmu and the young master are fighting today, and there is a shadow of Mo Yingwei in the number of moves."

I thought that if it wasn't something important, I would throw him into a dark prison when I got back, but I didn't expect it to be such a surprise.

Yan Jun bent down to spend some spiritual power for Mo Yingwei, helping him to lift his spirits, then patted the dust on Mo Yingwei's shoulder affectionately, and slowed down his voice: "Come on, Mo Yi, don't worry, Take your time. Do you think Nian Jinmu's moves are similar to Mo Yingwei's?"

Mo Yi tried his best to relax his tense body, and cooperated with Yan Jun to send himself under the young man's palm: "Return to the young master, that's right."

"Are you reading that right?" This is not a trivial matter, Yan Jun asked again and again, his hands and fingers on Mo Yi's shoulders were gathered together, and they clasped his shoulder sockets tightly.

"..." Mo Yi buried his head deeply, forced back the pain that came to his mouth, and took a deep breath, "I dare not speak nonsense. Nian Jinmu's moves are more subtle and profound, but their fundamentals are indeed similar to Mo Ying's. Wei is [-]% alike."

"Okay, very good!" Hearing the satisfactory reply, Yan Jun patted Mo Yi's shoulder vigorously indifferently, straightened up, walked a few steps back and forth in the room, and asked, "Mo Yi, are you following Father?" The longest time around, what do you think is going on?"

That slap just now undoubtedly aggravated Mo Yi's injury.As soon as his vision went dark, before he could catch his breath, he heard Yan Jun's question.

Mo Yi felt that his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred, and the voice of the young master was erratic. He relied on the instinct he had cultivated over the years to kneel up and straighten his body: "Go back to the young master, this subordinate... thinks... Nian Jin Mu must have had long-term contact with the fleeing Mo Yingwei, and even now they have not broken contact."

Yan Jun also guessed so.He glanced at Mo Yi, with a confused look on his face: "...you are smart...how could this young master not know that Mo Yingwei can walk out of Yanshan Mountain alive?"

Mo blinked his eyes, hesitated for a while, and recognized Yan Jun's words in his increasingly chaotic mind, and he replied: "... Back to the young master, according to the information recorded by Mo Yingwei, about a hundred years ago, there was a Mo Ying Taking advantage of the internal turmoil in the Yan family, Wei successfully escaped from Yanshan, and his whereabouts are unknown."

"Oh?" This is the first time Yan Jun has heard of this matter, and he immediately became interested in the unprecedented Mo Yingwei in Mo Yi's mouth, "Let me talk about it."

"Return... young... master..."

Yan Jun waited for a long time without seeing Mo Yi and continued talking, then looked down impatiently, and found that although he was kneeling upright, he seemed to be unconscious.

"Tsk—" Yan Jun frowned and kicked with his foot. Mo Yi lost all strength and fell to the ground with a "plop", "Why is it so useless..."

Impatiently waiting for Mo Yi to wake up by himself, Yan Jun pointed like the wind, carrying spiritual power and counting points on Mo Yi's body with a special rhythm, the effect was immediate.

Not long after, Mo moved his fingers slightly and regained consciousness.

"Tell me quickly when you wake up, what happened back then?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Wet a small piece of the floor, "Young Master... Please, Young Master... the antidote..."

"You can't bear it... want an antidote? Hurry up and say it!"

"This subordinate... ah... with the authority of this subordinate... only... only know that he was... the...commander...commander of the Moying Guard at that time, named after...Moying, the rest... ah... I don't know about the rest..."

"waste!"

Yan Jun didn't bother to talk to Mo Yi anymore, left him on the messy ground, turned on the bed by himself, and pulled down the bed curtain: "I want to rest."

Mo Yi's intermittent sex immediately disappeared without a sound, and even his heavy breathing was suppressed to a minimum.

Yan Jun closed his eyes in satisfaction, his mind revolving around what happened today.

Nian Jinmu... Nian Jinmu... had contact with Mo Yingwei... that face... voice... demeanor... back view... and the way he kicked Feimu's guards during the scuffle...

Always feel familiar.

Back then, at the Dao Discussion Conference, he passed five stages and killed six generals, and was only one step away from winning. It was the time when he was full of energy.

Seeing that he was the leader of that year, he was very sure, a male and female youth in Chinese clothes jumped out from nowhere, the two of them went through dozens of moves, and finally, the youth kicked him with a flying kick while his spiritual power was exhausted. Landing on the ring, he gave him a condescending look, then picked up the honor that belonged to him, turned and left arrogantly.

That glance, as if looking at a piece of trash, he will never forget, as well as the leaving back...

Mu Jinnian!Nian Jinmu!

No matter what face you change, don't try to escape!

I will definitely repay the humiliation at that time!

Yan Jun opened his eyes suddenly: "Mo Yi!"

"... belongs to... subordinates."

"Go and check for me! I want to know all the news about Nian Jinmu."

"Yes."

The author has something to say: I feel that the end is not far away...

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