Dongfang Bubai's Reborn Yang Lianting

While the eyes were turning, Yang Lianting couldn't help but feel soft in his heart, and couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

His east.

But when he shook his head, in Dongfang Bubai's eyes, it had another meaning.

With a cold snort, with a little anger of being offended, and an inexplicable embarrassment, the ears were slightly red, and he raised his palm and hit Yang Lianting.

"The leader calms down, the leader calms down—"

Seeing his movements, Yang Lianting couldn't help but bitter in his mouth, but he had no choice but to beg for mercy quickly, and pointed to the position of his chest, revealing the bandage used for dressing.

"This subordinate's arrow wound hasn't healed yet..."

The middle of the white gauze was slightly oozing with blood. The man was clearly wearing a black suit, and with this eye-catching color, it was a bit ridiculous.

Dongfang Bubai's eyes narrowed slightly, he snorted coldly, and withdrew his palm.

Tilting her head slightly, revealing her beautifully curved neck, Yang Lianting saw it, couldn't help but her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes darkened a bit.

But with the lessons learned these few times, he naturally didn't dare to offend Dongfang easily, and quickly retracted his gaze and lowered his head, but couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile.

What evil did I do in my previous life, I was blinded by lard, and I didn't realize this person's goodness until I died.

If he could cherish it well in his previous life, why now, he can only watch this person from a distance in front of him, but he is out of reach.

"Who made you run around when the arrow wound was not healed? Didn't anyone tell you that you can't come here casually?"

Dongfang Bubai spoke coldly, Yang Lianting smiled, but without the slightest sign of fear, he stood up and looked at the man in front of him pretending to be surprised.

"Please make amends, my subordinate... This subordinate only moves things here to work when no one cares about it. I really don't know that this cliff is actually a forbidden place in the religion?"

He asked on purpose.

With his knowledge of the East for so many years, how could this man, with his temper, admit to a strange guard that this was his favorite place to be alone.

as predicted.

Dongfang Bubai frowned, didn't answer Yang Lianting's question, instead he waved his sleeves a little angrily, and his eyes fell on the pile of things behind him.

"Are you making wine?"

"Master of Islam, it is."

The tip of Dongfang Bubai's nose moved slightly, sniffing the rich aroma of wine in the air, but he couldn't speak directly, so he waved his large sleeves and turned his back to Yang Lianting.

"There are countless fine wines in the religion, what's the matter, Guard Yang still needs to make his own wine, but he doesn't like the fine wines of my god religion?"

Again.

Yang Lianting stood where he was, looking at the back of the person in front of him, his eyes couldn't help being a little gentle.

This person has always been proud. Ever since he fell in love with him in his previous life, he has never heard Dongfang speak in such a tone. He has always been cautious and fearful, for fear that if something is wrong, it will annoy him.

In this life, I often see the real Dongfang Bubai, so proud and at ease.

However, it was precisely because of his rebirth that he was able to truly wake up to how precious Dongfang Bubai is like this.

Thinking this way, Yang Lianting still had a look of sincerity and fear on his face. Yang Lianting bowed slightly, and explained: "Master, it's rare to find good wine in the world, but I've been at the adoptive father's house at the foot of the mountain, and I'm used to it. The wine I brewed by myself, I simply paid a monthly fee, and I was afraid of disturbing other brothers, so I just thought about moving the things to this cliff and brewing a few jars myself."

Dongfang Bubai snorted softly, what he said was reasonable.

"Then the wine gourd in your hand, but the wine you mentioned?"

Finally asked here.

Yang Lianting smiled slightly, nodded and said: "As far as the leader is concerned, this is the wine my subordinate brewed last summer, and there is only this pot left."

While speaking, he took out the wine gourd from behind and handed it to Dongfang Bubai.

Dongfang's eyes moved slightly, and he wanted to reach out to pick it up, but the hand under the robe stopped slightly.

He loves cleanliness the most in his life, and his obsession with cleanliness is serious. Everyone in the church knows it, but this Yang Lianting is extremely bold, and he directly handed him what he had drunk.

"Yang Lianting, you are so courageous!"

With this cold shout, Yang Lianting was taken aback for a moment, but when he touched the man's icy cold eyes, he quickly reacted and gave a slight pause to the hand holding the wine gourd.

With a wry smile, he looked lonely and disappointed for a moment.

But he adjusted quickly.

The Dongfang in front of him hasn't been with him yet, hasn't fallen in love with him yet, so this is so normal.

Besides, Yang Lianting exhaled lightly, clenched his fists, the sins he committed in the previous life, in this life, no matter how indifferent or alienated Dongfang treats him, he should accept it wholeheartedly.

Leaning over, lowering his head, he opened his mouth slowly.

"The leader calm down, it's because the subordinates have overstepped the rules."

With that said, he was about to take back the wine gourd handed to Dongfang Bubai.

Dongfang stood three steps away from Yang Lianting, his robes fluttered, and he looked like a fairy, looking at the man with his head bowed respectfully, but for some reason, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Her voice was cold, her eyes were cold, and she was vaguely impatient, but there was a trace of imperceptible emotional fluctuations in that tone.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you bring the wine to me?"

Yang Lianting was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and looked at the man standing in front of him.

"Master, do you mind if this wine...was it drunk by your subordinates?"

Yang Lianting's eyes were complicated, and he smiled softly at Dongfang Bubai, his eyes were dark, and his emotions were so strong that he couldn't dispel his emotions. Looking at him like this, Dongfang Bubai frowned more and more, and waved his sleeves in a cold voice. Open your mouth and yell.

"Yang Lianting, who allows you to look at me like this?"

This look.

This look.

Dongfang Bubai tried hard to find a suitable word to describe it, but he couldn't find it no matter what. The person who was looked at by this look became a little upset.

With a cough, he quickly retracted his gaze, returned to his respectful attitude again, took out a clean handkerchief, and carefully wiped the mouth of the bottle of wine gourd until he was sure it was clean, before reaching out to hand it to him. The East is undefeated.

The undefeated hands of the East are very good to watch.

Maybe it's because he has practiced the Sunflower Collection, unlike those reckless men with knives and swords in the martial arts, his hands have no ugly rough calluses, no thick joints, but are slender, well-proportioned, and clean.

Looking at it, it makes people feel pleasing and beautiful.

He casually took the wine gourd handed over by Yang Lianting, glanced at him, raised his head and took a sip from the air.

The spirit was mellow and clear, drawing a beautiful curve in the air until it fell into Dongfang Bubai's mouth.

Yang Lianting stood on the spot, watching Dongfang drinking with such a quack air, couldn't help but smile slightly, his heart became softer.

He is more and more grateful to God for giving him another chance to start over.

It allows him to rediscover bit by bit what the most original, proudest, and best Dongfang Invincible looks like.

When the wine first entered his throat, Dongfang Bubai was a little pleasantly surprised.

This wine was different from everything he had ever drunk.

Very strong.

But it's not the kind of spicy that will make people uncomfortable. When it slips into the throat, you can feel that even the whole lungs are burning.

If you taste it more carefully, gradually there is even a faint flower fragrance hidden in the wine, which smears in the mouth, and it becomes more and more distinct and the wine aroma is thick.

"Master, how is this wine?"

Hearing Yang Lianting's question, Dongfang restrained his expression, gave him a noncommittal look, and only gave Yang Lianting a grace, then stopped talking to Yang Lianting.

But in fact, how could Yang Lianting be hit by his indifferent attitude?

Having been with Dongfang for so many years, he can say without exaggeration that there is no one in this world who knows this person better than him.

He has a cold temper, sensitive, and suspicious, so most of the time, he will not express his emotions to others.

But in fact, this person's heart is the softest, the cleanest, and the purest.

When he was drinking just now, his eyes lit up for an instant, he squinted like a cat, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

These are all signs that he is in a good mood.

The leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, Dongfang Bubai, who is feared by everyone in the martial arts world, others will always be frightened by his indifference and indifference. Apart from him, where else will anyone have a chance and a life? Pay attention to these details.

Knowing this in his heart, but still keeping a calm expression on his face, Yang Lianting bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Of course, the wine brewed by my subordinates cannot be compared with the fine wines that the sect pays tribute to. The mouth is also normal."

Dongfang Bubai frowned, and squinted at Yang Lianting.

"Did I say that this wine is bad?"

As he spoke, he raised his head and took a big gulp.

The corners of Yang Lianting's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he coughed softly.

Well, he forgot to say.

Dongfang loves to be blunt, duplicity, and indiscriminate, defending what he loves the most.

Seeing Yang Lianting standing beside him, for some reason, Dongfang Bubai felt as if he had been seen through, coughed, and gave him a sideways look with a cold face.

"Aren't you going to make wine, what are you doing standing here and looking at me?"

Yang Lianting twitched the corners of her mouth, and pointed to the pots and pans behind her.

"Master, before you came, the subordinates had almost done things—"

Dongfang Bubai frowned, glanced at Yang Lianting, and suddenly realized something was wrong, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the color of his eyes gradually darkened.

In this martial arts world, he is known as the number one in the world, and among the members of the Sun Moon God Sect, no one dares to say a word in front of him.

But this Yang Lianting is not afraid of him in the slightest.

I don't know what Dongfang was thinking, but he could feel the murderous aura gradually growing on this man, his expression froze slightly, and he couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart.

Responding quickly, with a fierce murderous aura, it was difficult to breathe, coughed, raised his head to look at Dongfang Bubai, smiled with difficulty and said: "Master, if you like it, after this wine is brewed, I will give you a gift Go up a few altars—"

The murderous aura suddenly disappeared.

Dongfang Bubai waved his sleeves, used his internal strength to sweep away the dust, and sat directly on the ground, holding a wine gourd and drinking with his head up.

From the beginning to the end, I didn't say a word to Yang Lianting.

Dressed in red, sitting alone on a cliff, holding a wine gourd in his hand, that profile face is clear and beautiful, like an exiled immortal walking out of a painting.

He drank alone and stopped talking to Yang Lianting, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

Yang Lianting stood aside, looking at this person's side face, for some reason, he suddenly thought of the Dongfang in his previous life.

The days and nights when he fell in love with himself later, but was cruelly hurt by himself, did this person sit here alone like he is now?

The height is not cold.

His eyes were a little dazed, but also a little distressed, Yang Lianting exhaled lightly, couldn't help but took a step forward, pulled a smiling face, and leaned in front of Dongfang Bubai.

"Master, why don't the subordinates drink with you?"

What he had never done in his previous life, he wanted to do in this life.

He wants to be with him.

But in fact, Dongfang just glanced at him, but Liangliang refused.

"Ping Yizhi said that you can't drink if you're severely wounded by the arrow. It's better for Guard Yang not to ask for trouble."

So there was such a scene on the cliff that no one cared about on the Blackwood Cliff, which made people feel inexplicably weird and unexpectedly harmonious.

The man in red is as elegant as a fairy, sitting on the floor, drinking freely.

The guard in Xuanyi stood aside, tall and tall, with deep eyes, but gentle and focused.

Dongfang Bubai has never known restraint in drinking.

Others only knew that the Taoist master had a strong drinking capacity and was full of heroic spirit, but only Yang Lianting knew that it was only because he had practiced such cold kung fu as the Sunflower Book that he liked the feeling of burning his throat and burning his heart with spirits.

Later, drinking and drinking became a habit.

But drinking too much alcohol is always bad.

Seeing Dongfang Bubai sip after sip, the wine gourd was almost bottomed out, and he finally couldn't help but speak out to dissuade him.

"Master, you should drink less—"

Before he finished speaking, Dongfang Bubai gave him a cool look, and said in a cold voice, "When will a mere yellow-shirted guard dare to meddle in my affairs?"

"You are so brave!"

Feeling helpless, Yang Lianting sighed slightly, but stopped talking.

Between words, Dongfang Bubai raised his head, drank all the wine in the wine gourd in one gulp, raised his hand and threw the gourd into Yang Lianting's arms.

However, Dongfang Bubai seems to be in a rare good mood today, and has no intention of pursuing Yang Lianting's repeated offenses.

Sitting in place for a long time, he was a little drunk when he stood up.

However, people with high internal strength naturally wouldn't react too much, except for some inconspicuous reddening of the base of the ears, and slight slack in the eyes, there were no other obvious manifestations.

When he was about to leave, Dongfang paused slightly, and his eyes fell on Yang Lianting.

It seems that because he drank too much wine and was rarely a little tipsy, his sight faded from the usual coldness that keeps people thousands of miles away, and his eyes were clear and clear, a little confused and a little unhappy.

"Come here and stand in front of me."

Yang Lianting was puzzled, but still followed Dongfang Bubai's words and took two steps forward.

Dongfang was originally tall and slender, but Yang Lianting was much taller than him. Standing in front of him, Dongfang Bubai had to tilt his head slightly to see his face clearly.

So, the leader, who was always indifferent and aloof, dressed in red, frowned slightly at this moment, and looked at Yang Lianting who was standing in front of him.

Yang Lianting is not ugly.

Or to be more serious, although his face is not as delicate and delicate as Dongfang, it is really a chiseled outline with a deep and handsome face.

Dongfang Bubai frowned and looked at Yang Lianting for a while.

"It's a good skin."

"only..."

Dongfang frowned deeper, shook his head in confusion and displeasure, and spoke in a low voice.

"Where did I see you?"

"Why does it feel so familiar—"

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##backyard

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Dongfang Bubai's voice was very soft, and on this cliff, it seemed as if blown by the wind, it was about to disperse.

Yang Lianting's martial arts are low, and his six senses are not as sharp as his. Naturally, these words did not reach his ears.

Knowing that he shouldn't rush forward, he saluted respectfully and then took his own things and left. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the man standing on the edge of the cliff.

Orient is thin.

This is what he knew in his previous life.

After this person practiced the Sunflower Canon, his temperament became sensitive, suspicious, and moody, causing his subordinates and even the maids, and the entire Sun Moon God Sect, no one dared to offend him, and they only knew how to please others. , but never knew that this person is the most picky eater.

The servants didn't know his taste, and he never bothered to say a word, but his body was getting thinner and thinner.

Lie Lie in red, blown up by the wind, I don't know what he was thinking when he stood there alone, he was fascinated, like a banished fairy coming out of a painting, as if blown by the wind, he was about to float away up.

Yang Lianting thought for a while, clenched his fists, and stopped for a while.

"Master."

Hearing Yang Lianting's voice, Dongfang Bubai frowned and turned around, as if asking him why he hadn't left yet. Before he could say anything, he saw Yang Lianting smiling at him.

"Hey."

"Forgive me for talking too much."

"The wind is strong on this cliff, the leader must not stay too long, the cold air enters the body, and it is easy to catch cold."

After finishing speaking, Yang Lianting didn't stay any longer, bowed, turned around and left.

Only Dongfang Bubai was left standing there, watching his leaving back, and opened his mouth slightly, as if he had something to say but was blocked back, after a while, his slender eyebrows frowned again, He snorted softly.

"My martial arts is number one in the world, how can I catch cold so easily."

While saying this, Dongfang Bubai couldn't help but see the image of Yang Lianting just now.

Facing the sun.

A face with a tough outline, shrouded in light, is actually so handsome that Dongfang Bubai is a little dazzling. The way he smiles at him is gentle and gentle. There is no fear and flattery in his eyes, but it makes people look at him inexplicably. pleasing to the eye.

This little guard with low martial arts.

It's true, he has a pretty good skin.

There was still the scent of sweet wine in his mouth, Dongfang Bubai sat on a dead tree on the edge of the cliff, his red robe fluttered, his eyes were light and calm.

But at that imperceptible moment, the corner of the mouth seemed to evoked a seemingly invisible arc, which no one saw.

Only the maid who served Dongfang Bubai on that day knew that the leader seemed to be in a good mood today, and the few dishes he sent up used a few more chopsticks than usual.

That night.

In the courtyard of Dongfang Bubai, guests came.

Tong Baixiong has always been forthright and unrestrained, not sticking to small details, but at this moment, for some reason, his rough face revealed an indescribable solemnity.

Kneeling on the floor through the screen, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice in the direction of Dongfang Bubai: "Master, the assassination last time, the subordinate has made new progress."

Dongfang Bubai was leaning on the soft couch and reading a book.

The candle was flickering, and shadows fell on the pages of the book. With his slender fingers, he turned over the pages one by one, with a calm expression, as if he hadn't heard what Tong Baixiong said at all.

Tong Baixiong seemed to have gotten used to Dongfang's temperament these past few years, but Tong Baixiong didn't find it strange. He kowtowed again, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice: "According to reliable sources, it seems that those The undercover agent of a righteous person."

"But my subordinates... my subordinates... haven't been able to find out who the undercover agent is."

Having said that, Tong Baixiong was covered in cold sweat, and his back was slightly chilled.

Although he can be regarded as the invincible brother of the East, but these years, since he practiced Lao Shizi's Sunflower Book, his temperament is unpredictable. Even he, an old brother, really can't grasp what he is thinking. The leader's power is growing day by day, and he is not doing well now, so naturally he can't help being afraid in his heart.

The long silence made people feel flustered, only the occasional crackling of candles and the sound of Dongfang Bubai flipping through the books behind the screen.

I don't know how long it took.

Dongfang hummed lightly.

"Elder Tong, get up, I know."

"Thank you, Hierarch, my subordinates are not doing well, and I will definitely find out the mastermind behind the scenes on Heimuya as soon as possible!" Tong Baixiong swears through gritted teeth, his eyes are indeed burning with anger.

In his opinion, those so-called righteous martial arts are just a group of hypocritical villains trying to gain fame. Now, those guys dare to put their hands into their god religion and even plan to assassinate the leader. It is really unbearable.

"By the way, there is also Brother Yang who blocked an arrow for you last time. Although his martial arts skills are low, my old boy feels that this boy is loyal to the leader and can be of great use. Otherwise, he will be transferred to Heimu Go to the hall under the cliff to exercise, maybe you can make meritorious service for my god religion in the future—"

If Yang Lianting heard Tong Baixiong's praise of him here, he probably didn't know what to say.

In his previous life, he regarded Tong Baixiong as a thorn in his side, but it was because he was utterly loyal to Dongfang, and he couldn't understand such a treacherous villain, and it was the biggest obstacle for him to seize the power of the divine religion.

So in the end, he asked Dongfang to kill this person with his own hands, so that he would die in peace.

But it never happened that Tong Baixiong, who was incompatible with fire and water in his previous life, would be full of praise for him in this life.

But this seems to be very understandable.

Tong Baixiong has well-developed limbs, but a simple mind. In his heart, Dongfang Bubai is a god. He is wholeheartedly for the good of Dongfang and for the loyalty of God.

In the previous life, Yang Lianting planned to treat Dongfang with hypocrisy and flattery, so Tong Baixiong was naturally not used to him.

But in this life, Yang Lianting, as a little bodyguard, can rush forward to defend the leader's arrow regardless of safety and danger. Tong Baixiong has a clear love and hate, and has a straightforward temperament, so he naturally has a good impression of Yang Lianting.

The proposal to send him to the hall for exercise is really a proposal to promote him.

But upon hearing this proposal, Dongfang Bubai's hand, which was flipping through the book, paused for a while, as if distracted, and did not answer.

Tong Baixiong waited impatiently, a little strange, he couldn't help asking again: "Master, what do you think about sending Yang Lianting to the entrance of the hall for exercise?"

"No."

Dongfang Bubai's clear and faint voice came from behind the screen, he half leaned on the soft couch, closed the book in his hand, and spoke slowly.

"Let him stay on this black wood cliff."

Tong Baixiong frowned, not understanding the meaning of Dongfang's move, "Master, if such a loyal person is only a little yellow shirt bodyguard, I'm afraid it would be a bit of a waste, it's a troubled time—"

"Then transfer him to this seat as a personal guard."

As soon as Dongfang Bubai said this, Tong Baixiong was taken aback.

"The leader means—"

Halfway through the speech, Tong Baixiong finally came to his senses, clapped his hands, and laughed loudly, "The leader is wise, this is fine, this is fine."

"Guard Yang is loyal to the leader, so it's great to be a personal bodyguard, but his martial arts are really low—"

Tong Baixiong chuckled, and cupped his hands in the direction of Dongfang Bubai.

"I'll find two cheat books some other day, and practice him well."

After all, after resigning from Dongfang Bubai, he left happily.

Behind the screen, Dongfang Bubai put the book aside casually, his eyes were clear and light, as if thinking of something, he shook his head slowly.

Tong Baixiong proposed to transfer Yang Lianting to the hall, which is indeed an excellent development for ordinary yellow-shirted guards.

But for some reason, the image of Yang Lianting smiling at him boldly appeared in his mind, Dongfang Bubai's heart moved, and when the words came to his lips, he couldn't help turning a corner.

Bodyguard.

When it comes to martial arts, Yang Lianting's humble martial arts is probably not even a little bit inferior to his well-trained black-clothed dark guards.

Think carefully.

In view of the fact that the wine he brewed was really good, being a personal bodyguard was justified.

So, at the thought of the Eastern Hierarch, Yang Lianting, the little yellow shirt guard, ascended to heaven overnight and became the Hierarch's personal bodyguard.

"What did you say?"

Yang Lianting didn't care about the distinction between superiority and inferiority, grabbed Tong Baixiong's arm, widened his eyes, and could hardly control his voice.

Tong Baixiong had a good impression of him in the first place, and besides, he was originally a member of the Demon Cult who didn't care about trivial matters, so why would he care about such details?

It's just that Tong Baixiong misunderstood Yang Lianting's meaning.

He patted Yang Lianting's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Brother Yang, I really wanted to transfer you to the lower hall to train for two years, maybe you can be promoted to the hall master to do something by then." , but the leader rejected my proposal and asked you to be his personal bodyguard."

"Don't be discouraged, there is nothing wrong with being by the leader's side, one day you will win his favor, and the position you want will not be a matter of a word from the leader—"

Before Tong Baixiong finished speaking, Yang Lianting interrupted him with a loud laugh.

He was excited, happy, almost uncontrollable joy.

In the last life, he was transferred to Dongfang's side, but two years later, in this life, it was so long earlier, how could he not be happy?

Even the way Tong Baixiong looks at him at this moment is much more pleasing to the eye.

He bowed to Tong Baixiong and clasped his fists, his face was full of joy, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Elder Tong, are you going to the leader's yard now? Then this subordinate should go and pack up now—"

"Brother Yang, don't worry." Tong Baixiong sighed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "There are still a few things that I need to explain to you."

"Although my old boy is the brother who worships the leader, but in the past few years, since the leader has practiced such magical skills, he has become more and more moody."

"There were eighty guards who died in his hands. I shouldn't have told you this, but I just want to remind you because you sacrificed your life to protect the leader."

"Be smart about everything, don't anger the leader, you won't be able to save your life then, don't blame me, old boy, for not reminding you."

Tong Baixiong's voice was rough, but what he said was sincere.

Yang Lianting listened to it in his heart, although it was really useless to him, but after being reborn, facing this old man of the Sun Moon God Sect whom he personally killed in his previous life, he couldn't help feeling a little complicated.

Sighing in his heart, he nodded to Tong Baixiong to indicate that he understood.

When she went back to pack her things, Yang Lianting couldn't help but let out a soft breath, shook her head and smiled.

"I'm sorry, Elder Tong."

"I, Yang Lianting, was a sinister villain in my previous life. In this life, I will never let you down no matter what."

While thinking this way, he quickly packed up his things and headed towards Dongfang Bubai.

It is said to be a personal guard, but in fact it is not close to the body.

After all, everyone in this divine religion knows that what Dongfang Xijing hates the most is being disturbed by others, so whether it is the hidden guards in the sect or the personal guards, they are only a little closer to the leader of the sect than others.

Living in the same courtyard as him, the chances of meeting him on weekdays are very few.

But for Yang Lianting, this was already the progress he could only wish for, so how could he still dislike this?

Led by Dongfang Bubai's handmaid, he moved into his own room, and before the things were put away, he couldn't help asking, "Where's the leader?"

"Master - what is he doing now?"

The servant girl suddenly heard him ask this, she couldn't help being startled, glanced outside the door, lowered her voice and said to Yang Lianting: "Guard Yang, the whereabouts of the leader is not something we servants can ask casually. of."

"The leader's hearing is amazing. If he hears us discussing behind our backs, we will die."

Obviously, what the maid said was true.

Dongfang Bubai in his previous life did exactly what he said, because of his sensitive and sharp temperament, if his servants said something wrong, or asked something behind their backs, they almost killed him without mercy.

No wonder the maid was so worried and fearful.

Yang Lianting was a little helpless, she twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled, indicating that she knew.

The maid looked at him and smiled, but couldn't help but blink for a moment, and was stunned for a while, unable to move her eyes away.

Most of the people on this Black Wood Cliff are rough and carefree quack men, all of them are informal, and their looks are naturally not very good.

Although Dongfang Bubai was as handsome as a banished immortal, his face was as indifferent and indifferent as a snow lotus on an iceberg, repelling others thousands of miles away.

Furthermore, the majestic leader of the divine religion, they are too late to be afraid, how dare they look up?

But Yang Lianting was different.

He is handsome in himself, especially when he smiles, his eyes are gentle and deep, as if he can suck away people's souls, in the eyes of this maid, he is naturally better than those on the cliff who are full of alcohol, I don't know how many men who shouted at night to fight and kill.

Thinking of this, the maidservant blushed slightly, lowered her head, clutched her handkerchief and thought for a while, glanced at Yang Lianting, and said what he wanted to know.

"I heard from Sister Qingluo that the leader seems to have gone to the backyard to see some ladies today."

"But Guard Yang, please don't tell others, even if you tell, don't say I said it—"

Responding a few words casually, Yang Lianting was a little dazed, sat on the chair, let out a long breath for a long time, felt unsure of what was going on in his heart, extremely irritable, and his face was surprisingly ugly.

Went to the backyard to see some ladies.

He forgot everything.

Before joining him, in the backyard of the East, there were seven charming, charming and charming ladies.

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## Chapter 7

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After being promoted to Dongfang's personal bodyguard, Yang Lianting's living conditions are much better than when he was an ordinary handyman.

It was already late at night, and it was very quiet on the Blackwood Cliff.

He was lying on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning.

With his eyes open, he looked into the dark room. He didn't know how long it took before he exhaled lightly, closed his eyes, and covered up all the heavy emotions one by one.

It turns out that waiting is such a feeling.

He was waiting for Dongfang to return from the Seven Ladies.

In fact, according to Yang Lianting's memory, it seems that after they got together in the previous life, Dongfang had almost lost the slightest interest in women because of his cultivation of the Sunflower Canon.

But now, it was two years ago.

It is the time when their love is in full bloom and their affection is strong.

What should the East be doing at this moment?The seven wives are all stunning in the world, rare in martial arts, and they also treat Dongfang with admiration, patience and gentleness.

Eat, drink, dance, or make out?

Unable to restrain such images from appearing in his mind, Yang Lianting took a deep breath, trying to pretend he didn't care, his eyes darkened uncontrollably.

In the previous life, that person was so single-minded to him that he gave almost all his infatuation, so much so that he was spoiled, and he almost forgot that even without him, he still had warm, fragrant and soft jade in his arms, and seven people who were all over the world. Ma'am, stand by and let him have what he wants.

But all of this is because he didn't know how to cherish in his previous life, and he blamed himself for his own fault.

So Yang Lianting, look how you deserve it.

Dongfang Bubai went for more than two hours, Yang Lianting counted the time and waited moment by moment for more than two hours.

He didn't know how long it had passed. He seemed to be asleep, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen into a dream.

He saw the east in his previous life.

That day was the first time for him to bite the bullet and have fun with Dongfang for the sake of the power on the Blackwood Cliff.

In fact, Yang Lianting never thought that one day he would be with a man in his whole life.In his imagination, if his future is prosperous, he will find a gentle, beautiful, and submissive woman to marry, have a son and a daughter, and live a happy life.

Perhaps it was because of this that he felt so disgusted and resisted when he first realized what Dongfang thought about him.

But I never thought deeply about how difficult it is for such a god-like figure to fall in love with him so humblely and infatuatedly.

In order to keep him, Dongfang said Brother Lian, I will give you whatever you want, whatever you want...I will give you.

He got angry on Heimu Cliff that day, and in a state of distraught, he drank too much wine in his room and kicked away the wine jars piled up below. The sound disturbed Dongfang Bubai who was reading a book. When he came in, he was stunned by alcohol and unconscious.

The East has always been fond of cleanliness.

But seeing him like this, he wiped his sweat with his hands, comforted him in a warm voice, and helped him to lie down on the bed to rest. He used his internal strength to help him relieve the alcohol.

He was indeed a little drunk at that time.

The east is very close to him, how close is it?He could smell the pleasant smell of rosin on this man, he could see that his skin was fair and clean with almost no hair, he could see his dark eyes, and his own reflection was clearly reflected in his pupils.

Maybe he subconsciously feels inferior in front of Dongfang.

And the inferiority complex that exists in this kind of subconsciousness, in