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

【Paw Press】

Notes before reading:

1. Two male protagonists!!! Lou Jing is the top and Ying is the bottom.

2. There is definitely a status gap between the shadow guard and the master at the beginning. It is inevitable that the shadow guard is humble, but the master will slowly pamper Little Eleven.

3. As an entry-level writer, I welcome friendly suggestions, but decline condescending writing guidance. If you scold me, I will scold you back and go crazy to show you. If I can’t beat you in scolding, I will cry (bushi).

4. Dear sama, please try not to support me, or you may kill me. Please come and visit me often during the serialization period.

5. This is essentially a brainless sweet story, illogical and unsophisticated [Brain Storage]

6. I hope you enjoy reading~

7. Add one more thing, don’t criticize other people’s articles under my articles. Other people’s articles are written by others with great effort, and mine is also written by me with great effort. Let’s respect each other, okay? ! ! ! I was really confused after reading it twice…

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The wind was blowing wildly and dark clouds were gathering on the horizon, making people feel depressed for no reason.

The Chiyang Sect was built on a mountain and was surrounded by mountains. Yuntai was the highest place in the entire Chiyang Sect.

It is almost late autumn, and most of the fiery red maple leaves in Yuntai have fallen. The remaining leaves are covered with a layer of frost, making the already dull red color look even more withered and gray.

Originally, it was nothing unusual. The current leader Lou Jingyu was cold-hearted and disliked entertainment. He almost never went to Yuntai to enjoy the scenery until a tomb was built here.

Lou Jingyu did not use any light skills as he stepped onto the platform step by step. His precious black robe embroidered with intricate gold threads swept across the steps with mottled textures. Only when he stepped over the last step did he slow down his movements.

He closed his eyes when he saw the word "Eleven" on the tombstone. The hand that had always been holding the sword steadily in his wide sleeves trembled. That was the name he had engraved with his own hands.

It’s not really a name, actually. It’s just a code name, but it has been on his mind for so many years.

Ying Shiyi also passed away on such a bleak autumn day.

When this man died in his arms, Lou Jingyu did not feel as heavy grief as he does today. It was just like a stone was thrown into the lake of his heart, and he felt that after the ripples dissipated, everything would return to normal.

The passage of time proved him wrong. Only then did he realize that even I, who had always been cold-hearted, could still miss someone like this, and miss him more and more as time went by.

Lou Jingyu bent down and stroked the tombstone. The stone was sharp and silent, which reminded him of Ying Eleven, who was also like this, cold and silent. It was unexpected that such a stone-like person could have such a sincere and burning heart.

He once abandoned Shadow Eleven.

The Chiyang Sect, which is both good and evil in the martial arts world, is independent of the complicated world. As the leader of the sect, Lou Jingyu is not bound by any rules. He lives wildly and wantonly, holding everything in his hands. The same is true for his shadow guards. He is strict, cold and ruthless, and regards them as knives of the Chiyang Sect.

If the knife doesn't work, just replace it. There's always another one to replace it.

Lou Jingyu's words determined his life or death, but what no one expected was that the one who saved Lou Jingyu in the end was this shadow guard who was abandoned by his master.

At that time, Lou Jingyu was already the most unrivaled person in the martial arts world and no one dared to provoke him. However, he relaxed for a moment and was plotted against by his own family. The Ji family, who were related to him by blood, borrowed the poison from the world's most poisonous medicine demon, but they still caused him to fall flat on his face.

It was Ying Eleven, who was abandoned by him, who came through the blood and helped him escape from prison.

Those were the most embarrassing days of his life. Behind him were assassins from his own family who wanted to wipe him out, and he didn't know if there would be anyone from the sect to help him in the future.

Only Ying Shiyi who was by his side protected him at all costs, took him to escape into the dense forest of Nanwu to avoid being hunted down, took care of him diligently, and in such a situation still treated him as a high and mighty leader who was not tainted by the dust of the world. He killed all the running dogs of the Ji family by himself, and took good care of him who was possessed and extremely fragile.

Ying Shiyi protected him all the way, and only fell down with relief when the Chiyang Sect members finally found Lou Jingyu.

It turned out that he had been seriously injured on the way to escape, but he was holding on because he was worried about Lou Jingyu. Now that he saw the people who were there to pick him up had arrived, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But as soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, his life was in danger.

With the protection of his subordinates, Lou Jingyu's internal energy finally stabilized.

He turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, and picked up Ying Eleven who was lying on the ground. The doctor in the sect shook his head at him, saying that there was no possibility of treatment.

"Master, I..." Ying Shiyi's face was pale, but his pair of black eyes were still clear. When he was about to die, some of his emotions were no longer concealed. They were full of burning feelings and nostalgia, which made people feel frightened, "Master..."

He spoke word by word intermittently, sobbing bitterly.

He had always maintained his dignity, and this moment was no exception. However, the burning emotion in his eyes was like a burning fire, dazzling to an incredible degree in his barren life. His pale lips moved, and he only said one sentence at the end, "Master, I really like you. I only hope that you will be safe and sound in the future. Take care of yourself..."

A lifetime of affection finally turns into just one sentence.

Lou Jingyu watched the man in his arms use his last bit of strength to presumptuously raise his hand, but in the end he just grasped the corner of his robe, like a little animal that was afraid of making him angry.

The corner of his robe loosened, and the hand covered with scars dropped down. The person in his arms closed his eyes, and there was no breath left.

Lou Jingyu has always been high-minded and unconcerned. At this moment, he didn't know what he felt in his heart. He only felt a little bitter and empty, and something of his was taken away unconsciously...

This period of cramped escape ended. He and Ying Shiyi had fled into the dense forest together, but now Ying Shiyi could no longer get out. Lou Jingyu picked him up with a cold face.

He called for the response of hundreds of people, and they returned to their homeland and killed all the villains, without caring about their blood ties at all.

It was originally the servants who did the work, but he took up the sword himself, his black robe stained with blood, like a Shura.

After returning to the Chiyang Sect, he buried Ying Shiyi in Yuntai, because when they were living together in the dense forest, Ying Shiyi promised to protect his master forever.

The cloud platform has a panoramic view of the entire Chiyang Sect. No matter where you are in the Chiyang Sect, you are always under the cloud platform. I believe Ying Shiyi will be happy.

The month-long escape should have been a stain on Lou Jingyu's life, but because of Ying Shiyi's existence, Lou Jingyu thought about it again and again in the years that followed. He suddenly realized that his thoughts about this person were becoming more and more serious.

He remembered how Ying Shiyi appeared in the family and rescued him, how he stood in front of him in black and fought against the enemy and killed people, how he kept vigil for him by the bonfire, how he knelt in front of him and respectfully offered him food, and how he was reluctant to leave when he was dying...

The person is gone, but the emotions linger on, stirring up a storm in the thoughts of the living.

For the first time, Lou Jingyu felt regretful from the bottom of his heart. He regretted abandoning Ying Shiyi, regretted maintaining his superior attitude during his escape, and regretted never giving him a smile or a soft word. Until today, he missed him deeply.

He was tempted by worldly desires, but Ying Shiyi had already been buried in the earth.

Lou Jingyu's heart was boiling, and his ten bony fingers lingered over the dagger at his waist.

The dagger is Ying Eleven's relic. He has been wearing it on his body all these years, as if he could feel the trace of Ying Eleven's existence in this way.

The shadow guards following behind him were silent, with expressionless faces as if they were cast in the same mold.

Only the Dark Chamber leader Jiang Yan had a slightly lively expression on his face. Looking at his master squatting in front of the man's grave again, confusion appeared on his face again.

Ying Shiyi is indeed a useful sword. He has trained countless secret guards in the Dark Pavilion, but it is rare to find one as tough and skilled as Ying Shiyi. When Ying Shiyi angered his master and was abandoned, he sighed for a while, but he did not expect that he would appear again when his master was in trouble, and he risked his life to protect his master for a month until the people of the Chiyang Sect found his master. He is indeed loyal.

But there are many loyal people in the Chiyang Sect.

Ying Shiyi died for his master and got what he wanted. For some reason, he was favored by his master and the master personally ordered that he be buried in Yuntai. The master also left his code name and did not allow anyone else to use the name Ying Shiyi.

No matter how much he thought about it, Jiang Yan didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Ever since Ying Shiyi's death, the master's pressure has become heavier. He has been serious all year round, his moods are unpredictable, and his methods are decisive. As subordinates, they naturally know what to say and what not to say.

Lou Jingyu spent half a day in front of the tombstone before leaving. Before leaving, he touched the name engraved on it, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he said in a rare gentle tone: "Eleven, I will come to see you tomorrow."