The shadow guard laughs at me with a broken sleeve

face, brought it close to his ear, creating an extremely charming scene for the visitor.

Yan Li wanted to scratch his itchy and hot ears, suspecting that the master was really drunk.

Night Breeze was a bit freezing, Yan Li relied on his good health, and was still wearing a single shirt. He was slender and thin, leaning on Xue Lang's chest, and he could see Xue Lang's Ruyu face from one side of his face.

His breathing was slightly disordered, his fingers trembled unconsciously, it wasn't cold.

Xue Lang also felt his slight trembling, loosened the cloak, wrapped Yan Li in his arms, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, it's a big one."

Yan Li tried his best to ignore Xue Lang's hot breath, and said calmly, "This subordinate just heard that the man wanted to put something in the master's room."

Xue Lang subconsciously rubbed against his neck, and said relaxedly, "It was arranged by Zhou Linxue."

"Yes, it is the boy who ran out from him."

"Unsurprisingly, we will be able to see that murderer tonight."

"Master is wise."

"Pfft." Xue Lang grabbed his ponytail amusedly, and said seriously, "You can actually flatter me, not bad."

In fact, Yan Li didn't know how to say those words, he felt his brain was heating up all the time, unable to think, blurted out a very perfunctory sentence, and asked with a blushing face, "Master, do you like to hear it?"

Xue Lang looked at him with a smile, and saw that his eyes were full of seriousness, like a raging fire burning in winter, capable of thawing thousands of miles of ice fields, powerful and loyal, it was unbearable to let him down.

"You're serious about saying a few words," Xue Lang looked away, covered the topic, and turned to talking about plans for tonight, "The murderer should attack in the middle of the night when everyone is fast asleep, and this king lured him in." , you just catch him."

Yan Li frowned, and retorted: "This subordinate will protect you, in case that person leaves behind."

Xue Lang looked around, and the one who came to stare at him had already left, so he let go of Yan Li, took off his cloak and put it on him, and said uncompromisingly: "This is where you have the highest martial arts, those trash from the imperial guards. , I’m afraid it’s not enough for that person to kill.”

Seeing that Yan Li was about to express his opinion, Xue Lang said in a serious tone, "Go as soon as I tell you."

Yan Li held his breath, he couldn't get up and down, and finally knelt down, jumped up to the roof and left.

After he left, Xue Lang stared at the palm that was still warm. He just met Yanli's fiery eyes and wanted to kiss him. He was really crazy.

Could it be that his words became a prophecy, and he really called himself a broken sleeve?

Forget it, now is not the time to think about it.

He shook his head and entered the house.

After the boy left from him, he limped into Zhou Linxue's room.

The servant said contemptuously: "My lord, King Li is very drunk, and he is hugging a man and kissing him."

Zhou Linxue put this "man" aside for the time being, stared at the direction of Xue Lang's bedroom, and smiled cruelly: "Since you are here, I will naturally give a big gift to His Royal Highness King Li, if you hurt my son, just leave your life here! "

After the servant left, a masked man in black clothes came out from behind the screen in Zhou Linxue's bedroom, his voice hoarse: "You can't kill him, my king will keep him useful."

"Who can't use it?!" Zhou Linxue's eyes were scarlet, and he said endlessly, "He must die, otherwise I will have trouble sleeping and eating."

"Koko."

In the middle of the night, the sound of fighting outside the hall was deafening. Xue Lang opened his eyes dizzily, sat up propped up, and went out to have a look.

All the imperial guards were lying on the ground, and the others surrounded a man in black clothes, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Someone rushed up, and one hand was torn off, and he fell to his knees and cried out in pain.

Behind the man, there were two or three layers of severed hands and feet, dripping with blood. The scene was indescribably weird.

Yan Li came one step behind Xue Lang, and after seeing that Xue Lang was safe, he leaned over and joined the battle.

"Go and protect the lord." This was said to the imperial guards, they were no match for men at all, and they would only die if they met.

Seeing the most trusted shadow guard by King Li's side finally appear, the imperial guards all heaved a sigh of relief, stopped trying to be brave, retreated and surrounded Xue Lang again.

A fire was ignited outside the hall, the man in black "Ke Ke" laughed twice, also wearing a ghost mask, and shook hands with Yan Li involuntarily.

The man was extremely fast, and Yan Li was not bad. He drew his sword to block the prong that the man had knocked down, and pushed the man a few meters away with his strength, and chased after him closely. deafening.

The two fought inseparably, the man raised an arm with one prong, and threw it at Yan Li, Yan Li cut off his arm without changing his face, and pressed forward step by step, the man suffered many injuries, and the more he gasped, the more he breathed out. getting heavier.

Yan Li's original intention was to kill with one sword, but thinking of Xue Lang's order, he deviated the tip of the sword by an inch, and the man's eyes suddenly brightened. At this moment, Yan Li was the closest to him, and he didn't feel the sharp pain in his shoulder. With a move of his left hand, Yan Li Li didn't have time to dodge, the flying sickle almost pierced his stomach.

There was no poison on the flying scythe, but Yan Li was still forced to take a few steps back by the sharp knife. The man in black took the opportunity to cover his wound and quickly retreated. Yan Li wanted to chase, but Xue stopped him.

"Yanli, don't chase." Xue Lang came out of the "encirclement", with obvious worries on his face: "How are you?"

Yan Li held the sword in his right hand, pressed his bleeding abdomen with his left hand, and shook his head lightly: "Your subordinate is fine." The intestines were about to be pulled out.

The matter of the murderer cannot be rushed for a while, even Yan Li has fallen for him, so it can be seen that this person cannot be underestimated.

Later, Xue Lang went back and thought about it. At that time, he was alone in the bedroom, and Yan Li should have been lured away. With that man's strength, he could have killed him directly, but instead he fought with the guards in the outer hall.

This person should just want to scare himself, obviously deviated from Zhou Linxue's plan.

Seeing Yan Li cut half of his stomach, Xue Lang gritted his teeth, no matter what, that person must die.

Yan Li hadn't suffered such a serious injury for a long time, even though he nimbly tapped a few acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, his vision was still gradually blurred.

His face turned pale, and he took a step back and knelt down: "Master, the subordinate is late, please punish me, master."

Xue Lang hurriedly pulled him up, and Yan Li swayed uncontrollably, his legs and feet felt a little weak, and he realized later that there were loose tendons on the flying sickle.

Seeing him gritted his teeth to stay awake, Xue Lang wanted to scold him anxiously: "Stupid guy! You are gouging out my king's heart!"

Ruanjin powder took effect very quickly, and Yan Li passed out very quickly, before he passed out, he was still thinking about what the master said.

Xue Lang picked him up without hesitation, and walked into his bedroom with a breeze under his feet.

"Why are you all just staring blankly!" The guards huddled together silently, and Xue Lang couldn't help but get angry, "I threw those things at the door for this king! A bunch of trash!"

Seeing that those people were still as motionless as wooden posts, Xue Lang suddenly raised a smile, and said sadly, "If something happens to Yan Li, I will personally cut off your arms."

Everyone dispersed immediately, and the elderly imperial doctor came sweating profusely with a suitcase, and was carried to the bed by Xue Lang, staring at him coldly.

That night was full of chaos, and Zhou Linxue threw himself into Xue Lang's courtyard with snot and tears in the morning.

Xue Lang waved him back in a cold tone: "Get out, don't scold me."

The imperial doctor administered needles all night, and finally healed several wounds on Yan Li's body. The most fatal wound on the abdomen was wrapped with four or five layers of gauze. When he first saw the gap, the imperial doctor thought that this person must die.

Fortunately, Yan Li kept breathing lightly and never even had a fever, which saved the imperial doctor's life which was in jeopardy.

Before leaving, the imperial doctor took a strange look at the unremarkable incense burner in the room. Xue Lang frowned, and also noticed the burnt incense sticks, and asked the imperial doctor, "Is there something wrong with this incense?"

"I don't know, the old minister, can the prince allow the old minister to take him back for inspection?"

Xue Lang naturally agreed, and followed the imperial doctor's advice, packed himself and Yan Li and threw them into Yan Li's room.

8. Chapter 8

When it was close to noon, the servants came to deliver the meal, but Xue Lang was frightened away by the air-conditioning all over his body. After returning, he secretly murmured: "As expected of the evil god."

The snow stopped for a while in the afternoon, and the room was warm with charcoal fire. Yan Li moved her eyelids and woke up instantly, like a sword drawn from its scabbard.

Seeing that he woke up, Xue Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down what he was doing, walked to the bed and asked him if he was hungry.

Yan Li was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, trying to turn over, and met Xue Lang's gloomy eyes as soon as he moved. He was startled, and immediately pulled the quilt to lie down. Xue Lang then opened his brows and went out to ask someone to see him off. Some porridge.

He wanted to tell Xue Lang what happened last night, but Xue Lang didn't listen, and only told him to have a good rest, and he had to do some things himself.

When Xue Lang left and went elsewhere, the guards outside the door dared to secretly comment, "My lord is so scary."

"Yeah, yesterday I was so scared that I couldn't sleep all night, because I was afraid that his shadow guard wouldn't be able to wake up."

"By the way, the prince personally brought him back yesterday, and he was guarded inside for a whole day. What is the origin of this shadow guard?"

"I heard that the prince was with him when he was the proton. Tell me, do they have that kind of relationship?"

"I don't know, don't talk nonsense, it will hurt me in the end."

. . . . . .

Yan Li's spirit is not bad, every word that was said outside fell into his ears, the master hugged me back and guarded me for a day?

He subconsciously touched the wound on his abdomen. The wound he had suffered before was much worse than this. At that time, although the master cared about him, he would not act so excessively.

Thinking about it, yesterday's hug and the phrase "cut out the heart" suddenly flashed through his mind, and then his ears became hot, and he almost couldn't help thinking, is the master right? . . . . .

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