Dongfang Bubai's Reborn Yang Lianting

"The Rebirth of Yang Lianting of the Invincible in the East" Author: Clever Cai Cai Cai

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The reason why I will write the official role of Dongfang Unbeaten x Yang Lianting is because in my opinion, from the beginning to the end, the only person Dongfang loves and wants is Yang Lianting

Even in the original book, Yang Lianting is greedy for power and wealth, not single-minded and not affectionate

But isn't that what Eastern love is like?Falling in love with such a person not only accepts his good but also tolerates his bad

Yang Lianting is reborn and returns to the past before anything has happened. Let him reflect on it, cherish it, and earnestly give Dongfang a happy and stable life again.

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Dongfang Bubai, Yang Lianting, Swordsman┃Supporting role: ┃Others: Leader, Linghu Chong,

One-sentence introduction: Yang Lianting is reborn to pursue the leader

## rebirth

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The whole body was soaked, and the water dripped down almost turned into ice slag.

The cold air penetrated into his bones, Yang Lianting folded his arms, his lips were dark and trembling, and he leaned against the corner of the wall trembling.

The room was shabby and shabby.

The only window was pasted with yellowed window paper, with holes in it, and the cold wind from outside was blowing in.

He can't sleep on the bed, because he only has a quilt, and only a suit of clothes. If he dried it like this without relying on body temperature, he might be dragged to death by the stick by the steward on Heimuya the next day. .

It's really cold.

Yang Lianting let out a sigh of relief, leaned against the wall, rubbed her hands together, and smiled softly.

Today, Yupei, who was in charge, fell into the lake, and everyone watched from the sidelines, but he jumped directly without even thinking about it.

The Heimu Cliff itself is located on a high terrain, and in winter, the temperature is much higher than that at the bottom of the cliff. Although the lake is not frozen, for some reason, the cold air is even more frightening than normal lake water.

The time spent tossing about half a cup of tea almost froze his whole body consciousness.

With a dizzy head, Yang Lianting recalled the way the steward looked at him after he fished the jade pendant out of the lake just now. If he applied to be the guard in the yellow shirt tomorrow...it wouldn't be too difficult, would it?

Yellow shirt guard.

Yang Lianting struggled to get up, glanced at the dilapidated room that was almost too horrible to look at, his eyes couldn't help being a little dazed, he closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and smiled softly.

I don't know if it's because I had too many good days in my previous life, and I almost forgot about it.

Before meeting Dongfang Bubai, it was actually such a difficult and rough time.

That's right, previous lives.

Yang Lianting closed his eyes, water dripped from the rough handyman's clothes, his muscles were so cold that he couldn't help spasming, but his thoughts drifted far, far away.

Past lives.

He is Director Yang, who has infinite scenery and great power on the Blackwood Cliff, under one person and above ten thousand people.

That person dressed up in red makeup, was a female celebrity, lowered her body, softened her voice, and flattered him in every possible way. In order to make him stay a little longer, to make him look at him more, he foolishly told all the people of the Sun Moon God Sect. The power is all in his hands.

that person...

Yang Lianting slowly opened his eyes, leaned against the corner of the wall, and looked out at the dark night sky through the broken casement.

In his memory, the man was always dressed in red.

A bright red robe, heavy makeup, and a clean and beautiful face are always messed up by him.

In his previous life, he always suppressed disgust and pretended to be hypocritical, but now that he thinks about it, that face, that outfit, I'm afraid they are all made by that person, in order to cater to himself and please himself, they must have made it deliberately.

There was a dull pain in that part of the heart.

Yang Lianting took a deep breath and forced an ugly smile.

In his previous life, that day was the last time he saw that person.

He only thought about that man's martial arts being the best in the world, so he didn't care about it, and led Linghu Chong, Ren Yingying, Ren Woxing and his party up the mountain, broke the mechanism, and arrived at the man's yard.

Regardless of the presence of others, he yelled at that person, blaming him and urging him to deal with those people.

But she never expected that she would become his burden.

Ren Yingying took him as a hostage, and cut off his fingers one by one when the man was busy fighting.

That pain.

Yang Lianting stretched out her hand and looked at the oil lamp in the room.

He still remembers the pain of the day in his previous life when the bones of his hand were severed, his fingers connected to his heart, and he was in excruciating pain. .

But the pain was not as painful as when he saw the man kneeling for him.

He always thought that he didn't love him.

He has been poor since he was a child, he has been a servant for too long, and he has suffered too much humiliation and contempt, so he crazily longs for power, and crazily wants to be above everyone.

So he tried his best to walk into that person, to please him, even if he found out that person's incompleteness, he could still pretend to be indifferent, until the person completely entrusted his heart to him.

He always thought that all his love for that person was just coveting the power in his hands.

until the dying.

That person with a high heart, the best martial arts in the world, and a fairy-like figure knelt in front of Ren Woxing when he finally died.

With that kind of injury, the pain was so painful that he couldn't move anymore, but he grabbed Ren Woxing's robe and begged in such a low voice.

"Master Ren, I... I'm going to die, I beg you for one thing, please... please see for the sake of my kindness to your eldest lady all these years... please spare Yang Lianting's life, Let him go down the Blackwood Cliff—”

begging.

And the look in his eyes.

to death.

That person is thinking of himself.

Yang Lianting still remembers the warm feeling on his face when the blood gushed out at the last moment of death.

The man's red dress was fierce, but it was drooping on the ground, stained with dirt and dust, and stained with blood. When he finally died, he called himself Brother Lian.

"Brother Lian—"

That sound almost expressed all the tenderness and love in his life, as well as the last self-blame.

That man was still resenting himself for failing to protect him until he died.

Does it hurt when you die?

In fact, I almost forgot, just for a while, maybe no matter how painful it is, the pain will not go anywhere.

But when watching that person die.

In this life, until now, he has tossed and turned, even when he was reborn and returned to the age of 17, it is hard to let go of it day and night, even as soon as he closes his eyes, the pain will be so painful that he can't get rid of it.

It hurts.

Heartbreaking pain.

It hurts more than a severed hand and finger, and it hurts more than the moment when the brain bursts into pieces and there is no whole body.

Linghu Chong scolded that person as an old demon.

Isn't it?That man is revered as the number one in the world, the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, and no one in the martial arts would dare to disobey him. She looked like a woman, choked her throat, and lowered her figure to please him.

He also used to be contemptuous and disgusted, and later, he didn't even want to go to his yard anymore.

But why did it come to the end.

Only then did he realize how good that person was, and only then did he realize that face, he had never looked at it carefully for so many years.

"East..."

Yang Lianting spit out these two words softly, leaning against the corner with bloodshot eyes.

Fortunately, he was reborn.

Fortunately, God was able to give him another chance.

In his previous life, he was obsessed with power, fame and fortune, trampled all the sincerity of Dongfang Bubai, and used hypocrisy and hypocrisy to cater to him, creating a huge cage, locking the person who should look down on all living beings, day and night, lonely lonely.

this life...

The fierce figure in red appeared in his mind, Yang Lianting was leaning against the corner of the wall, his eyes were a little dazed.

He misses him very much.

really want.

But the person who was within reach in the previous life is really as difficult as heaven for him at this moment.

Shaking her head with a wry smile, Yang Lianting looked at the handyman's clothes she was wearing, and couldn't help but sighed, looking weak.

If I remember correctly, in his previous life, it took two years before he could become the personal bodyguard of the leader and gradually enter the East.

Two years.

He really, really couldn't wait.

Probably because he died once, he really wanted to see him, touch him, reach out and hug him, his East.

No matter how much he resisted and hated him in his previous life, in fact, Dongfang Bubai was the most important person throughout his entire life, from beginning to end.

It's a pity that he didn't see clearly until he died.

How important it is to him that the East is undefeated.

During the days after his rebirth, he was doing heavy and lowly jobs in Heimuya every day, and Dongfang Bubai had been on the throne for a long time, and apart from Tong Baixiong's confidants, few people could see him.

The distance between the two is so different that it is insurmountable.

If he can follow the development of his previous life step by step, after two years, he will naturally be transferred to Dongfang Bubai's side.

But he couldn't wait.

Really can't wait.

If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't have tried his best to jump directly into the cold pool in such a cold winter to help a small butler get the jade pendant.

In the previous life, General Manager Yang commanded the wind and the rain in Heimuya, controlling the power.

this life.

Yang Lianting took a deep breath and rubbed his palms, trying to warm himself up.

The steward was in charge of allocating the chores on Blackwood Cliff. If he could please him, he could think of a way to give some benefits at that time, and he could be selected as a yellow shirt guard in advance.

To be able to advance to Dongfang Bubai's side.

It would be nice to be closer to him.

Patiently planning the way ahead, Yang Lianting thought about it, and couldn't help but smile wryly, fearing that what he looked like now would be retribution.

In his previous life, Dongfang Bubai waited in the garden every day for him to be able to visit him, but he found troubles every day to shirk him, gained power and position, and never wanted to look at that person again, treating him like a shoe, like a plague.

But now, he was scratching his head, wishing to be closer to him day and night.

East.

his east.

Yang Lianting recited this name in the cold and windy dilapidated house, as if he had found a pillar, and slowly, drowsily fell asleep.

Ever since Yang Lianting jumped out of the cold pond regardless of the cold, the steward seemed to treat him differently, taking extra care of him on weekdays.

In her previous life, she was scheming and obsessed with power, so Yang Lianting naturally knew how to win people's hearts.

At the time when the guards were transferred in the church, he put all the monthly money he had accumulated for several months into the steward's pocket, and pleaded with all his might.

The manager finally let go and recommended him to try with the chief guard.

Dongfang Bubai is a prodigy in martial arts, he is proficient in almost all martial arts methods, and he can master all martial arts secrets as soon as he learns them, while Yang Lianting is an out-and-out ordinary person.

No talent, no roots.

Although he can barely remember the internal skills and mental methods that Dongfang Bubai found for him to practice in his previous life, but because of his own limitations, he can't practice a famous one anyway.

However, with hard work and practice in this life, although he can't become a first-rate or second-rate master in the martial arts world, this ordinary little guard on the Blackwood Cliff can always do it.

After some introductions from the steward, coupled with Yang Lianting's deliberate performance, he quickly changed from a lowly handyman to a yellow shirt guard.

There are many guards on Heimuya.

He really wasn't the one that stood out.

"Give me some energy! Today is the holy lady's birthday, and the leader will come to congratulate him in person. If anyone offends the leader without opening his eyes, don't blame me for not giving face!" Yang Lianting was shocked violently.

Ren Yingying's birthday.

The bitch who caused him and Dongfang to die tragically in the previous life.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, concealing the surging hatred and killing intent in his heart, and took a deep breath.

It's not yet time to deal with that bitch, but it's her birthday... Dongfang has always treated her very well, so he will naturally come out to celebrate.

East.

Finally able to see him, how could he not be happy?

Thinking of this time in the previous life, he was just a small handyman, how could he participate in such a scene?Now, he has worked hard to become this little guard, even if he can only stand and watch from a distance, it is enough.

The mood was agitated until the evening.

Heimuya held a big banquet to celebrate the saint.

The hall masters, elders, and commanders at the entrances of each hall were all drinking heartily, and the atmosphere was rare and lively.

"The leader is here—"

With a loud shout, all the congregation fell to their knees, and the scene was spectacular.

"See the lord, the lord Wencheng Wude, Zebei common people, forever, dominate the world!"

Everyone knelt down on the ground, chanting the slogan of the Sun Moon God Sect, and Yang Lianting also knelt on the ground with the others, but his eyes couldn't be restrained, and he looked towards the high position of the leader.

The heart was beating, the mouth was dry, and the eye sockets were slightly sour and flushed uncontrollably.

The surrounding environment, everyone else, seemed invisible to him.

Only the figure that flew over was the only one.

Lie Lie in red, pale skin, and thin body, but that face was indifferent and cold, as if no one in the world could look into his eyes.

Proud, yet indifferent.

His east.

How familiar, what a familiar face.

Yang Lianting couldn't restrain the emotional agitation in his heart, he clenched his hands tightly, his nails dug into his flesh, and he couldn't help trembling slightly.

The eye sockets are very hot.

Yang Lianting's eyes were not willing to leave the high figure for a moment, almost greedy, looking at the person he never cherished in the previous life.

Dongfang Bubai has always been keen on six senses, so he was naturally aware of this gaze from the crowd at the first time.

He frowned slightly, but thought it was the fanaticism of the congregation. Although he was a little displeased, he restrained himself from attacking.

"Uncle Dongfang, thank you for organizing Yingying's birthday."

The little girl in the pink dress bowed to Dongfang Bubai in a childish voice, she was Ren Yingying when she was a little girl.

Dongfang Bubai responded without saying a word, and with a wave of his hand, a purple-shirted guard flew out, carrying a box and appeared in front of the girl.

"This is a present for you."

"Today, the Sun Moon God Sect is having fun together, and I wish the holy aunt a happy birthday."

As soon as Dongfang Bubai uttered the words, everyone in the Divine Cult fell to their knees again, and the slogans were like overwhelming mountains and seas.

All of Yang Lianting's blood rushed to his head, and his muscles jumped together tightly. He wanted to laugh, but his eyes were red.

how long.

How long has it been since you heard the voice of Dongfang?

In the previous life, in order to please him, this person choked his throat like a woman and spoke in a high-pitched, nondescript voice. He was upset when he heard it, and after a few words of reproach, Dongfang, in order not to annoy him, in the end, was able to say nothing. When talking and staying with him, he also considered keeping silent for a long time, for fear that if he accidentally offended him, he would not come to his yard.

The person in the previous life was so careful, but he didn't know how to cherish it.

Arrived now.

Yang Lianting took a deep breath, feeling sad and satisfied.

Past and present, from death to life.

Hearing this man's voice again made him so satisfied that he wanted to cry.

East.

Why didn't he realize before that his voice was clear and clean, with a bit of coolness, but it was indescribably pleasant?

"Go and send these jars of wine to the elders and hall masters—" Just as Yang Lianting was focusing all his attention on Dongfang Bubai, the voice of the chief guard ordered him, and finally pulled him back to his senses. .

Hastily agreed, and walked towards the middle of the banquet with a few jars of wine on his shoulders.

As he walked, he couldn't help but look up at the tall person sitting in the middle.

Tong Baixiong is Dongfang Bubai's worshiping brother, and his status in this god religion is not trivial. Ren Yingying is a god girl of the god religion, and their status is only a little lower than Dongfang Bubai.

When Yang Lianting was walking over there with the wine jar in his arms, he whispered to the other two guards.

Let him add wine to Tong Baixiong.

Then, if you walk over there, you will be a little closer to Dongfang Bubai.

"You little guard, why are you moving slowly?" Tong Baixiong was impatient, seeing Yang Lianting's unhurried movements, he couldn't help but frowned and scolded, his voice was so loud that it almost caught the attention of other people below. It all fell on them.

Yang Lianting is not an ignorant person.

It's just that he really doesn't want to lose such an opportunity to be so close to Dongfang.

He couldn't help but want to look at him more, couldn't help but want to get closer to him.

While pouring the wine, looking at Tong Baixiong's carefree and rude appearance, Chief Manager Yang, who had never looked down on him in his previous life, could not help being a little depressed at this moment, couldn't help it, and envied him a little.

Being scolded by Tong Baixiong, Yang Lianting quickly put down the wine jar and was about to admit his mistake, and stepped back half a step with a low eyebrow, but did not immediately walk down the steps.

The head of the guard frowned below, holding a whip and was about to scold. In the confusion, Yang Lianting sighed regretfully and was about to bend down, but when he moved his ears, he suddenly heard a sound of breaking through the air.

My heart tightened, and when I looked up, I saw an arrow shining with a cold light, shooting towards the direction of Dongfang Bubai accurately.

On the high platform, Dongfang Bubai's eyes were pale, his eyebrows were slightly lowered, his expression was unclear, but he didn't intend to dodge at all.

On the other hand, Yang Lianting's eyes were red, and he almost didn't have any time to react. With a sudden effort, he ran up the steps quickly. Before everyone could react, he rushed towards Dongfang Bubai , completely blocked in front of him.

Into the nose, it is full of familiar light rosin that makes people want to cry.

Yang Lianting took a deep breath, and before he had time to think about it, he felt the anger of the person below him almost gushing out.

"What are you doing?!"

Dongfang Bubai was suddenly blocked in front, he was already furious, he always hated anyone getting too close to him, but at this moment, this strange guard pressed on him indiscriminately, making him How not to be angry?

Raising his hand was a palm, which hit Yang Lianting in the chest.

A groan.

The person on him staggered, and the whole body was pressed down on him.

Yang Lianting was in pain.

very painful.

He is only a body of flesh and blood, coupled with his poor martial arts, he forcibly received Dongfang Bubai's angry palm, how could he bear it?

Haven't had time to explain yet.

The arrow that pierced through the air from behind pierced his back with precision.

Penetrating fiercely, blood spurting thinly.

Dongfang Bubai waved his hand and used his internal strength to kill the strange guard in front of him with a single blow, but he lowered his eyes and saw the point of the arrow protruding from his chest.

Frowning, the movements of his hands paused slightly. At this moment, how could he not see why this little guard suddenly jumped in front of him.

With a slight movement in his heart, he frowned and stared at Yang Lianting's face without saying a word.

However, Yang Lianting's consciousness gradually became a little trance, seeing Dongfang Bubai's eyes and that face he had been familiar with all his life, he couldn't help feeling satisfied.

It was pain and joy again.

He stretched out his hand, trying to get closer to Dongfang Bubai.

"It's good that you're fine...I'm not in pain—" In a trance, Yang Lianting seemed to see Dongfang Bubai in the boudoir of her previous life. She was slightly injured, and that person would always worry and wrinkle With a clear face, he incoherently asked himself if it hurts.

Yang Lianting twitched the corners of her mouth, and when she lost her consciousness, she habitually opened her mouth to comfort him, but before she finished speaking, she suddenly thought that Dongfang in front of her was the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, not the man who loved him wholeheartedly.

Unable to bear a wry smile, he lowered his head to look at the sharp arrow protruding from his chest.

bang—

slammed to the ground.

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Depression, mania, paranoia, attack & growth type healing

Ji Bai's perspective:

In his previous life, He Chen was withdrawn and indifferent, cruel and cruel. On the first day of school, he broke the leg of the school bully.

In a car accident, 18-year-old Ji Bai turns into a vegetable and has been in a coma for ten years, but his soul turns into a stray cat and is adopted by He Chen.

For ten years, he turned into a cat and stayed by He Chen's side, day and night, until the end of his life.

Later, when he opened his eyes again, he realized that he had returned to the day when he first met He Chen at the age of 18.

He Shen's perspective:

Before the person he put on top of his heart in his previous life had time to recognize him, he was in a coma for ten years because of a car accident.

So he waited like a walking dead for ten years.

Later he was reborn.

Let's do it again, even if he is crazy, he will desperately hold onto the only light in his life.

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##reward

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It's like a fish that's been grilled to death on the beach.

Yang Lianting struggled to move his stiff and numb fingers, but still couldn't open his eyes, only felt that his throat was about to catch fire, and there was a sharp pain in his chest.

Struggling to sit up, Yang Lianting couldn't help but feel flustered and irritable, all emotions mixed together, even his breathing began to be short of breath, and the injuries on his body gradually tended to split open and bleed .

"Don't move."

The voice was cold, with a bit of aloofness and aloofness.

When it came to Yang Lianting's ears, the man was almost startled, he ignored the deep pain in his body, couldn't help it, and felt his eye sockets were slightly red.

How familiar.

In his previous life, he abandoned the owner of this voice like a shoe, and even he was unwilling to listen to half a sentence when he spoke, but in fact, this person, this voice, continued until his death, literally, throughout his entire life ah.

But how strange.

How long has it been since we've been away, and it's been a long, long time, and he hasn't heard this person speak in such a voice.

In the previous life, in order to cater to him, to curry favor with him, it was only because of his contemptuous sarcasm, Dongfang Bubai, who looked down on all sentient beings from above, began to choke his throat and imitate women's speech ever since.

Yang Lianting wanted to laugh, but her body trembled slightly.

After suffering the internal injury from Dongfang's palm and the wound pierced by the poisoned arrow on his back, he began to feel tearing pain, dripping with cold sweat, and convulsed all over.

"Don't move."

next second.

Yang Lianting's nose was filled with the faint scent of rosin, and his tense body relaxed slightly, and then he felt Dongfang Bubai's movement of fixing his body.

The thick and continuous internal force was continuously transmitted from the man's palm to Yang Lianting's body.

The pain eased and the thirst in his throat lessened until he was able to open his eyes.

It seemed to be dusk.

Soft tents, screens, heaters, the visible rooms are both familiar and unfamiliar. Yang Lianting was in a daze for a long while before realizing that this seemed to be the room in the East.

It is exactly the same as the previous life's furnishings.

His eyes were a little dazed, and after a long pause, they fell on the person in front of him.

Dongfang Invincible is very suitable to wear red clothes.

I don't know if it's because he has practiced the Sunflower Collection, or because this person rarely goes out, his skin is very fair, and he is dressed in red, which makes his face look like a crown of jade, making him look even more beautiful.

It's like a banished fairy coming out of a painting.

Yang Lianting was engrossed in watching it, and in a trance, she felt unable to move her eyes away.

How could he have been deceived by lard in his previous life, and never realized that this person who humbled and flattered him was so impeccably good-looking?

Half bitter, half guilty, Yang Lianting lay on the couch, tracing the outline of the person in front of him with his eyes over and over again, as if he wanted to engrave him deeply in his heart.

Until Dongfang Bubai let out a cold snort filled with internal strength.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth, Yang Lianting was caught off guard and almost fell off the couch.

When he looked over again, Dongfang Bubai had already stood up with waved his sleeves, his eyes seemed much colder.

"Being able to look at me like this, I'm afraid the injury won't be too serious."

Raising his hand with difficulty to wipe off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, Yang Lianting couldn't help but smile bitterly, and suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not Dongfang who tolerated and loved him in every possible way, but the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, the most temperamental God Sect ah.

To this person, what he did just now might be Meng Lang.

Coughing a few times, ignoring the injuries on his body, he turned over and got out of bed, covered the wound on his chest that seemed to be still bleeding with his right hand, and knelt down on the ground.

The voice is hoarse, like sandpaper that has been sharpened.

"This subordinate knows his mistake, I hope the leader will make amends—"

Dongfang Bubai frowned.

Standing not far from Yang Lianting, looking at the man in white single clothes kneeling in front of her, the hand under the sleeve was almost raised, ready to kill him with a palm.

But after his eyes fell on the bright red spot on the man's chest, the hand that was brewing palm stopped slightly again.

That's it.

With a cold snort, Dongfang Bubai waved his sleeves, stopped looking at Yang Lianting, and prepared to leave.

"For the sake of you blocking a sword for me, I will spare your life, and get out when you wake up."

Yang Lianting smiled wryly.

Resisting the physical pain, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and kowtowed again.

"Thank you, Master, for your mercy."

His gestures and etiquette were all impeccable, if he ignored him just now and stared disrespectfully at him, Dongfang Bubai could not find the slightest fault in this strange guard.

But I don't know why.

When Dongfang Bubai thought of this man's pale complexion and blood stains on his body, he couldn't help being a little upset.

But this upset, for Dongfang Bubai who has been indifferent to everything for so many years, is really strange and makes people feel a little irritated.

The footsteps that were about to leave paused slightly.

Dongfang Bubai frowned, lowered his head, and looked at Yang Lianting who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Not up yet? Do you want to trouble Ping Yizhi to give you another diagnosis and treatment?"

As soon as the words were spoken, there was no movement from Yang Lianting's side.

The frown between the brows became deeper and deeper, his heart seemed to be on fire, and he was inexplicably tainted with anger, a little displeased that he lost his composure for no reason because of a mere guard. Seeing that Yang Lianting didn't answer for a long time, Dongfang Bubai raised his hand He was about to kill him with one blow.

But when the palm wind was approaching, his heart moved, and the look in Yang Lianting's eyes when he rushed up to the high platform recklessly and forcibly carried the arrow for him appeared in his mind.

Not pain, not fear, not regret.

That look is too complicated.

It seems to be gratified, like the rest of the life after the catastrophe with a sigh of relief, like being able to die for him, what a happy thing.

Dongfang Bubai was puzzled at the time, how could someone have such eyes.

How could a strange guard who had never met before die willingly for him like this.

Therefore, for a moment of confusion, Dongfang Bubai actually carried Yang Lianting, who was seriously injured and dying, in front of all the congregants, flew back to his bedroom, and used the black wooden order to urgently recruit the genius doctor Ping to point to the black wood cliff.

Inspiring teachers.

But this person seemed to know how to make him angry, Dongfang Bubai frowned and was about to reprimand, but before he could say anything, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

This person seems to have passed out again?

Dongfang frowned, and took a step forward to reach out his hand to check his breath, but found that the wound on Yang Lianting's chest was completely torn open, and his internal breath was extremely chaotic.

Reminiscent of the expression on his face when he turned over from the couch and knelt down for himself just now.

I'm afraid that at that time, the pain will have burned all my internal organs, and I'm dying, right?

Dongfang Bubai's eyes were slightly complicated, his brows were tightly frowned, and after a long while, he snorted, looking a little displeased.

"It's a tough one."

Having said that, the movements of his hands did not stop at all.

While helping Yang Lianting back onto the soft couch, he called out to the hidden guards surrounding the room in a deep voice.

"Chuan Ping, come quickly with one finger."

After getting a response, Dongfang turned his attention back to Yang Lianting's face, remained silent for a while, then raised his hand in displeasure, and pressed it on the man's chest.

If you don't use your internal strength to give him, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on to Ping Yizhi.

With such poor martial arts, how did he become a yellow shirt guard?

Dongfang Bubai was a little distracted, thinking whether he should take time to rectify the quality of the congregation on Heimuya, snorted coldly, and glanced at Yang Lianting.

It doesn't matter if your martial arts are poor, you have to rush over to die.

Although Ping Yizhi has a weird temper in the arena and thinks that few people dare to provoke him, but for Dongfang Bubai, he actually obeyed his orders. After receiving the leader's order, he rushed here with a medicine box.

"Master, don't waste your insides, just leave it to your subordinates for diagnosis and treatment."

Ping bowed respectfully with one finger, and was about to step forward. After saying a few words, he found that Dongfang Bubai seemed to be distracted.

His face turned cold, he coughed, waved his sleeves and stood up.

"If you slow down, this seat will waste even more internal energy."

Ping Yizhi naturally didn't dare to say anything more to anger Dongfang Bubai, so he could only silently go forward to feel Yang Lianting's pulse, his expression couldn't help but change.

"Why is the injury getting more serious?" He turned his head to look at Dongfang Bubai and said, "The subordinates have already bandaged him with medicine before, but why did the wound suddenly open again?"

"..." Dongfang Bubai turned his face away, his face became more and more gloomy.

Seeing this, Ping coughed and said nothing more.

"Can there be help?"

After a while, Dongfang Bubai finally asked this question.

"The leader doesn't need to worry. Although the guard is seriously injured, his will is extremely strong. After the subordinate will give him the injection, he will be re-medicated. After a few days of recuperation, he should be fine."

"The leader's heart is kind, and he treats the guards in yellow shirts so kindly, which really convinces his subordinates."

Listening to Ping Yizhi's flattery, Dongfang Bubai had a cold face, thinking of the way Yang Lianting was staring at him before, he snorted.

"He is a loyal guy, but he doesn't know how long he can live if he courts death like this."

They are all martial arts people with internal strength, even if Dongfang Bubai spoke in a very soft voice, Ping Yizhi still listened to it, coughed, and stopped talking, his eyes fell on the unconscious Yang Lianting, but he couldn't help it. Live some sympathy.

Over the years, the leader's mind has become more and more elusive and moody.

The guard in the yellow shirt blocked the sword for the leader regardless of his own safety, but judging by his posture, not only did he fail to do anything, but he seemed to have offended the leader?

Thinking about the lives that died at the hands of the leader on Heimuya in these years, Ping shook his head with a finger, and smiled hey.

It depends on how long this little guard can live in front of the leader.

After Ping Yizhi left, Yang Lianting was still unconscious.

Dongfang Bubai looked at his lifeless face, and for some reason, became a little irritable, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt it was an eyesore.

"Master, do you want to remove this person from your room?" Noticing the change in Dongfang Bubai's expression, Qingluo, the personal maid who had been following him all the time