This quick wear is a bit sweet

Chapter 408 The Flower Guardian 6
Ji Yan clasped the Xunguang vein door, poured his own breath into it, walked around, and said: "For a slave, you hurt your lungs, have you lost your mind?"

When he spoke, there was already a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Xunguang didn't care, and said: "Brother, I like him so much now, let alone go to get some medicine, even if he wants to sit on my throne for a while, I will definitely not refuse. "

After hearing what she said, Ji Yan smiled, and the doubts in his eyes dissipated: "You, you are just messing around. I heard that you are still teaching him how to cultivate?"

He originally intended to make a joke about finding light, even his own practice was fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, yet he even supervised the cultivation of others, he couldn't help but find it funny.

Unexpectedly, Xunguang said solemnly: "Brother, I want to use this person to fight for the peerless throne. His aptitude is very high. With him as my right and left hand, I can get the throne without much effort. From now on, we in the Demon Realm , why bother to nest in this barren land!"

Ji Yan pondered for a moment, and said: "His origin is unknown, so be careful of raising tigers."

Xunguang smiled and said: "Brother is here, there is nothing to worry about, brother, I am leaving, and I will not disturb your cultivation."

Ji Yan nodded, watching Xun Guang leave swaggeringly, Xin Dao, a very bright cultivator, still needs to be beaten by himself.

Xunguang walked out of Jiyan's door, his back was completely wet with sweat, Jiyan was not an ordinary person, he was as ruthless as the original owner, after the original owner died tragically under the begging Tianhu, he directly wiped out the Tianhu clan.

Fortunately, just passed the customs.

She returned to her garden tremblingly and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Ji Mingxiu standing at the door like a sword.

"Your Highness, you are back."

Seeing that Xunguang's complexion was not very good, he helped her to sit down under the flowers.

Xunguang suddenly said: "What do you want to do in the future?"

Ji Mingxiu was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Subordinates? Subordinates protect His Highness well."

Xun Guang said: "Tell the truth."

Ji Ming Xiudao: "It's true, but if Your Highness can let the subordinates be free, the subordinates will be happier."

Xunguang originally wanted to beat him up and let him fight for the throne with the greatest fighting spirit, but he didn't expect his dream to be so simple and unpretentious, so he had to play in person.

"What is freedom! You can not do what you don't want to do. This is freedom. You can resist anyone, you can not listen to anyone's orders, and be the number one king in the world. This is freedom!"

Hearing her sonorous and powerful voice, Ji Mingxiu was fascinated for a moment.

He had never thought of such freedom, and of course it was because he was unwilling to use his brain.

His freedom is to compete everywhere, fight with others, study the supreme sword technique, and protect his highness.

He is a muscle, and he will never regret what he promised.

Once the fiery red plantain flowers were in full bloom on Xunguang's head, the person was more charming than Huajiao, and his eyes were also fascinated.

Xun Guang only said this and said no more, letting him continue reading.

She really has nothing to teach, Ji Mingxiu is extremely capable, and she can understand even a little bit, and the bit of cultural knowledge she came up with after searching her brain is no longer enough.

When Ji Mingxiu saw the night, suddenly a black shadow flickered in front of his eyes. Before the visitor could see clearly, a murderous aura had already arrived in front of him.

He immediately raised his saber and charged forward. The two shadows deliberately suppressed their voices in the darkness, and still fought fiercely. After thirty moves, Ji Mingxiu was defeated.

He stood firmly, the opponent's knife reached his neck, and his knife was still an inch away.

"Your Highness!" Ji Mingxiu exclaimed in shock.

Ji Yan put away the knife, and there was a trace of coldness on his face similar to that of Xun Guang.

"Too slow."

Ji Ming Xiudao: "Yes!"

Ji Yan stretched out his hand to crush the plantain flower, and said: "You are indeed talented. Ah Qing trained you and gave you the surname of the royal family so that you can come and go freely with her. I have no objection, but if you dare to betray her, I will Let you know what life is better than death."

Ji Ming Xiudao: "Don't worry, Your Highness, this subordinate will never betray His Highness!"

Ji Yan said: "What if she hurts you!"

Ji Mingxiu hesitated for a moment, he always believes in an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye, but if His Highness hurts him, he hasn't thought about this issue yet.

He thought about it seriously this time, before saying after a while: "This subordinate can bear it."

Ji Yan nodded in satisfaction, and said: "Don't have thoughts that you shouldn't have. Even if you have the imperial surname, you can only be Ah Qing's dog."

Ji Mingxiu was not angry, he laughed loudly and said, "Your Highness, your subordinates may not be dogs, maybe tigers."

He doesn't think that he has any thoughts that he shouldn't have. He doesn't like his highness's flirtatious nature. He must find a wife who can wash his hands and make soup in the future, and he can't control him.

If you can't find it, then live your life freely.

Ji Yan saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, and said: "It's not the best, take good care of Your Highness."

Ji Mingxiu nodded in agreement, watched Ji Yan leave, and sat down cross-legged on the spot, thinking over and over in his heart the few sword techniques that Ji Yan had issued just now.

After thinking about it, he suddenly thought of his highness.

Why is Your Highness so pretty?

This thought was quickly forgotten, and he went through the saber techniques that Ji Yan had used in his mind.

Within an hour, he stood up, broke a bamboo branch, and this saber technique appeared in his hands, he had already figured it out thoroughly, but he was not proficient yet.

Xun Guang recovered from his injury for a few days. He couldn't use force or go out to flirt with women. He could only spend all his thoughts on Ji Mingxiu.

On this day, it rained a little, she stayed in the gazebo, staring at Ji Ming practicing calligraphy.

Ji Mingxiu held the pen as if he was holding a heavy weapon, sweating profusely from exhaustion, and only wrote his name on the paper.

He knows every word, but the writing is ugly.

Writing is a meticulous job, he doesn't like it very much, so he is extremely reluctant, and wants to throw down the pen several times to escape, but is held back by Xunguang.

"Your Highness, why do you want to learn to write? You don't need to use writing. Why don't you ask me to practice swordsmanship for another hour. It's really not enough. I'll read another book."

Xunguang really did not expect that the Son of Destiny has such virtues, he does not have both civil and military skills, he is the first in cultivation, and he rides a thousand-mile horse, but this level of education is really worrying.

If one day sits on the throne, this handwriting will not be laughed out of the mouth.

The system weakly defended Ji Mingxiu: "The world of comprehension has always respected strength, and it's no big deal if you can't write."

Xunguang snorted coldly, ignored the system, but looked at Ji Mingxiu with deep eyes, with a kind of anger that hated iron for not being steel.

"You are my man, and my emperor sits on the throne. Don't you want to use this handwriting to embarrass me! If I need you to write my name and taboo for me, wouldn't this handwriting of yours make my emperor known by the world?" people ridicule!"

Ji Mingxiu was sweating on his back, he just felt that this pen was like an embroidery needle, and he didn't know where to put it in his hand, so he said anxiously: "Your Highness said, this subordinate will eat and live with you. Wherever the subordinate is, there is no such thing as asking the subordinate to write down the name and taboo instead, please let me go, Your Highness, I really am"

(End of this chapter)