Quickly wear! Bind to the scumbag transformation system

Xie Lian was really upset. He had been worried about Yan Kuan since the day he left.

Until the good news came a few days ago, saying that he had risked his life and was nearly shot dead on the battlefield, he could no longer sit still and had to see this man before he could feel at ease.

Three horses died along the way before he finally reached the border. He never expected that this man would make trouble for him just because he was not injured.

Is this a joke?

It was the first time that Yan Kuan saw Xie Lian so cold. Seeing how exhausted he was from the capital, Yan Kuan knew that he must be worried about getting hurt.

He regretted it so much that he quickly pulled Xie Lian’s hand and slapped his face:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't joke about this kind of thing, I apologize, okay?"

Xie Lian clenched his hands, not wanting to hit him, but also not wanting to forgive him so quickly. Otherwise, this man really didn’t take care of his own body. If something really happened, where would he find him?

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, so I stood up and wanted to walk out.

Yan Kuan hurried over and held him back. He didn't dare to hug him when he was angry. He could only hold his hand with eager eyes and begged:

"Don't go, I really miss you"

He had never thought before that he would be so humble as to coax others, but after meeting Xie Lian, everything impossible became possible.

This person is his calamity and also his fortune.

Xie Lian turned around to look at Yan Kuan, and seeing that his face was filled with longing, mixed with a cautious look that didn’t dare to offend him, his heart softened.

But I still wanted to teach him a lesson, so that he would remember it, so I said coldly: "Will you dare to get hurt again in the future?"

The big wolfdog shook his head: "I dare not"

"Are you still joking like this?"

"Not open anymore"

Xie Lian then gave him a smile, and Yan Kuan immediately climbed up the pole, glancing at Xie Lian from time to time as he climbed, fearing that he was unhappy in some way.

Only when he slowly held his Prime Minister in his arms did Yan Kuan feel truly happy.

Xie Lian couldn’t help but laugh. He even thought he could see a big, furry tail wagging rapidly behind Yan Kuan.

The tent was filled with warmth. After a moment, Yan Kuan looked at the person in his arms with cherishment:

"Alian, let's go and pick up Dad and Big Brother to go home."

"what?"

Xie Lian looked up in surprise, unable to speak clearly: “You, you said, what?”

Yan Kuan looked at him distressedly and patted his head comfortingly:

"The former King of Xiliang cremated them so that they could die with undress, and placed their ashes in the Xiliang Palace. I was planning to take them tomorrow, but now that you are here, no one is more suitable than you to take them home."

Xie Lian held back his tears and nodded continuously. He had thought that his father and brother had been killed, but he never thought that there would be a day when he would be able to see them again.

The Xiliang Palace has now been taken over by Dayue. There are soldiers everywhere outside, surrounding the place tightly.

When they saw the general coming, the soldiers hurriedly let him pass, and Yan Kuan led Xie Lian all the way into the yellow tent in the center without any hindrance.

Because Xiliang was a nomadic people, their palace only had an outer wall, and inside were luxurious tents.

Xie Lian walked into the tent and looked excitedly at the two porcelain bottles containing ashes with names engraved on them. He could no longer hold back his tears and they fell.

"Dad, brother, I'm here to take you home"

"Go home and reunite with my mother, we will never be separated again"

Just as he was about to pick up the porcelain bottle, a man suddenly jumped out from the curtain and grabbed Xie Lian's neck fiercely.

"Yuwen Ji, you dare to touch him"

Yan Kuan's eyes were red with anger, and he was about to mobilize his internal strength.

Yuwen Ji tightened his grip, Xie Lian's face was already a little purple, Yan Kuan didn't dare to move anymore, he threw away the short knife at his waist and spread his hands:

"Don't hurt him. If you hurt him, you won't be able to get out of this situation."

"Don't worry, I won't call anyone, please don't hurt him"

Seeing Yan Kuan give in, Yuwen Ji loosened his grip slightly and said tauntingly:

"Yan Kuan, aren't you arrogant? Aren't you the best martial artist in the world? Now you are not giving in to me. Why are you not tough now?"

Yan Kuan's entire attention was on Xie Lian. Seeing him cough, he couldn't help but feel distressed. He stared at Yu Wen Ji like a trapped animal:

"what do you want?"

Yu Wenji laughed, his eyes looked a little weird and sick:

"Let me think about it. You conquered Xiliang, and I couldn't become the king. I became a running dog, scolded by the people. Tell me, is there anything I want more than your life?"

"No, Yan Kuan, absolutely not."

Yuwen Ji pretended to strangle Xie Lian's neck again, but Yan Kuan pulled out the dagger from the ground and stabbed it into his own abdomen before he could do that.

This stunned the two people on the opposite side.

Xie Lian watched the blood flow down like a stream, his eyes were bloodshot:

"No, what are you doing? Who told you to do this, you bastard?"

Yu Wenji came back to his senses and gave Yan Kuan a complicated look:

"You are a good man, but it's a pity that you are not a man of the grassland. You can only be a running dog of the Dai Yue people."

After saying this, he lowered his head and glanced at Xie Lian, who was in great sorrow:

"Mr. Prime Minister, you look a bit like your brother."

The voice was as smooth and cold as a venomous snake, echoing at the back of Xie Lian's neck, giving him goose bumps instantly.

"You, know Xie Yu"

Yuwen Ji seemed to be lost in memories:

"Of course I recognize him, a young hero, so handsome that even my daughter from the grassland fell in love with him. It's a pity that he refused to surrender. He was so stupid that he became a prisoner of Xiliang for dozens of people."

“Hahahaha… And that pedantic father of yours, the number one general of Dai Viet, bah, he’s still tied up by the neck, acting like a dog in front of my Xiliang warriors, haha.”

After hearing this, Xie Lian clenched his fists and his eyes were filled with bitter hatred.

This hatred actually pleased Yu Wenji, and he loosened his grip a little, allowing Xie Lian to turn his head away:

"Yes, yes, it's that look. They are like animals, unable to live or die. Every day they have to watch us, the people who have defeated Dai Viet, singing and dancing in this tent and celebrating. Look, they are watching you right there."

After saying that, he pinched Xie Lian’s chin and rushed towards the two porcelain urns.

Yan Kuan's eyes were extremely cold: 003, you are stubborn, please go and hit him.

It was the first time that 003 heard Yan Kuan speak to him so politely. Knowing that the situation was urgent, he didn't say much and just bumped into Yu Wen Ji's head.

Like Yan Kuan, it was afraid of hurting Xie Lian who was too close, so it did not dare to use its full strength. However, the few seconds that Yu Wen Ji was confused gave Yan Kuan an opportunity to take advantage of.

He pounced over like a cheetah, grabbed Xie Lian, pulled out the knife from his abdomen, cut the tendons in Yu Wen Ji's hands and feet neatly, and then stomped hard on his chest.

Immediately, the sound of broken ribs was heard, and Yu Wenji's breathing was like a broken bellows, hoarse and unpleasant.

Yan Kuan wanted him to die in the most painful way possible and was about to step on him again when he was stopped by Xie Lian.

"Don't kill him. I want him to repent every day of his life and regret living in this world."