Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

When Yan Shijun was called, his body froze, goosebumps covered his back, and even his breathing began to become short of breath.

He swallowed, squeezed his cuffs secretly, and secretly prayed for blessings in his heart: Shen Chichuan would definitely not be able to tell, even if his own mother didn't know him, he didn't believe that Shen Chichuan could recognize him.

With a respectful smile on Yan Shijun's face that he thought was impeccable, he stepped forward stiffly and bowed slightly: "Master."

He lowered his head, his eyes fell on Shen Chichuan's black cloud boots in front of him, Shen Chichuan's voice was low, implying no doubt: "Look up."

Yan Shijun's hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched silently, his neck seemed unable to lift up as if it was supported by hundreds of catties of heavy iron, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Seeing that something was wrong, Li Muhe at the side hurried forward and said: "Master, this is a domestic slave in the subordinate's yard. If he offends the Master, just tell his subordinates. This subordinate will definitely punish him properly."

"Domestic slave?" Shen Chichuan repeated with a sneer, not listening to Li Muhe's words at all, and raised his chin at Yan Shijun, "I asked you to raise your head, didn't you hear?"

Yan Shijun's back was covered in cold sweat in an instant, he squeezed his throat and stammered back: "Teacher... the leader, the young one has a terrifying appearance, and I won't lift it up for fear of dirtying the leader's eyes... ah——"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Shijun's chin was pinched by a cold hand, forcing him to raise his head and meet Shen Chichuan's extremely cold eyes.

Yan Shijun couldn't break free, his jade-like knuckles were distinct, but such a pair of delicate hands contained a strength that didn't match the appearance, and his jaw was almost broken when pinched.

Seeing that something was wrong, Li Muhe knelt down in front of Shen Chichuan: "Master, if your slaves offend you, just leave it to your subordinates to deal with it, and don't bother teaching the master to do it."

Yan Shijun's jaw was imprisoned, and his speech was slurred, tears filled his eyes with pain: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Shen Chichuan, you are an asshole!

Tears overflowed from his eyes, and slid down Yan Shijun's face, slid down the layer of black ash that he had specially smeared for camouflage, and fell on the back of Shen Chichuan's hand all the way, scalding and hot.

The burning made Shen Chichuan tremble slightly, and the strength in his hand became lighter.

The confinement on Yan Shijun's chin became lighter, and he was finally able to utter a complete sentence: "Bastard..."

After saying that, I felt that something was wrong—which house slave dared to open his mouth to hate the leader?

Shen Chichuan sneered, and glanced lightly at Li Muhe who was on the ground: "Then Master Beishan, please tell me, when will Mrs. Yan of this seat become your slave?"

!!!

Li Muhe felt a chill in his heart:

Shen Chichuan knew it all along! ! !

Shen Chichuan smiled slightly, the sternness in his eyes remained undiminished: "Yan Shijun, do you think you can hide in Luoxiao Palace?"

Yan Shijun's voice trembled: "You always knew..."

"Since you changed your appearance, stole my horse, and then went to Beishan, people have always reported to me," Shen Chichuan approached him, lifted the edge of Yan Shijun's face-changing mask with his long fingers, and gently pulled , the disguise mask fell lightly to the ground, "Do you think I really don't know anything?"

The trembling legs of the little door boy behind him finally couldn't support, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, while Li Muhe on the ground was completely limp on the ground.

Shen Chichuan looked at Li Muhe on the ground, and smiled viciously: "Master Beishan, do you think this seat will let you go this time?"

After all, the warriors following behind drew their swords out of their sheaths, and the cold light reflected on Li Muhe's pale face.

In Li Muhe's arms was still the wooden box that Yan Shijun sent over just now, inside was Dongshan's gunpowder location, inside was the only thing he got that could compete with Shen Chichuan, this was his only chance, he couldn't die.

But...it's too late.

Shen Chichuan took the long sword, and the cold sword edge slowly approached Li Muhe's neck, tilted slightly, and a bloodstain appeared on Li Muhe's thin white neck.

"Let him go," Yan Shijun held Shen Chichuan's hand holding the long sword, and turned his face away, "Let him go, I'll go with you."

Shen Chichuan smiled: "Do you think you have room to discuss with me?"

Yan Shijun closed his eyes and didn't look at him: "Otherwise you can only take my body away today."

"Yan Shijun!" Shen Chichuan roared, "Is that why you like him so much? You like him so much that you die?"

His name was Yan Shijun, not Yan Chen. In Shen Chichuan's eyes at this time, he was no longer Yan Chen, but Yan Shijun.

"I..." Yan Shijun didn't let himself open his eyes, he didn't want to see Shen Chichuan's painful expression, and he didn't know how to tell Shen Chichuan.

He couldn't explain it.

Can only say one thing:

I am sorry.

The long sword fell to the ground with a clear "ding—" sound, and Shen Chichuan's deep voice rang in his ears. He grabbed Yan Shijun's collar and forced Yan Shijun to look directly at him: "Look at me, and then say Once again!"

What Shen Chichuan said was "I", not me.

Yan Shijun opened his eyes, met Shen Chichuan's furious eyes that wanted to breathe fire, and said firmly, "If you hurt him, you can only take my body away today."

I'm sorry, I have to keep Li Muhe, I have no choice.

I really can't help it, sorry.

Shen Chichuan grabbed Yan Shijun's hand, staggered back two steps, and laughed wildly: "Okay, Yan Shijun, you are really cruel, I... I shouldn't..."

Shouldn't have fallen in love with you.

But... love this thing, who's to say?

The warriors behind him all looked at each other. No one had ever seen Shen Chichuan like this. He was extremely fragile, like a kite that was about to break its string, drifting towards the unknown with haggardness along the illusory night wind.

Yan Shijun stood there blankly, stretched out his hand to touch the man in front of him, this man who suddenly softened his heart.

He suddenly wavered in his decision: Is it really so important to return to the real world?

In contrast, what is the status of the man in front of him in his heart?

he does not know.

The moment Yan Shijun stretched out his hand, Shen Chichuan turned around. His tall and straight figure had gradually become haggard. He had lost weight in the past few days, and the clear shoulder blade line showed through his clothes. Distressed.

The voice returned to its former majesty, but it was deep and undeniable: "Take Madam Yan back and send her to the Palace of Never Nights. Don't let her out without my seat's order."

Li Muhe, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, could only watch helplessly as Yan Shijun was roughly taken back by several warriors, but he couldn't do anything. jade pendant.