Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Supplemented by internal strength for a night of recuperation, Duan Yue was barely able to get out of bed with his hands on his buttocks.

Duan Si did not return all night.Ask someone to send a message back, saying that he doesn't want to serve the fool, and tell him to do it for himself.

The mouth is limp and limp.

But Duan Yue knew that it was because he occupied his bed, he had no place to sleep, so he could only squat in a tree overnight.

Perhaps the hidden guards didn't have a heart, so even the way of expressing tenderness could only be beat around the bush.

Today, he was still on duty at the Hall of Mental Cultivation. After Duan Yue washed up, he took two cornmeal buns from the kitchen and put them in his arms, then limped to the harem.

Seeing that he was struggling, Duan Qi told him to go back to rest and replace him himself.

Duan Yue declined.

He still has to go to the Long Live Lord today to brush up his presence and play a big play that sows dissension. Naturally, the more serious the injury, the better.

Duan Twelve was on duty with him.

The person who gave him the medicine yesterday was three years older than him, good at medicine, slow-tempered, anxious like a little old man.

When we first met, I touched Duan Yue's dog's head and asked him if he was cured of his stupid illness.

Duan Yue opened his hand and said: "Climb, you are stupid."

The two jumped onto the beam.

The fact is that Duan Yue hung on his little twelve brother and was carried up.

Duan Si was already waiting for his shift change, and his beautiful phoenix eyes cast a critical glance at Duan Yue.

After confirming that he was fine, he opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "You are so fateful, I thought you couldn't make it through and died."

He can speak human language.

Duan Yue ignored it, and sat on the beam with his eyes closed to practice his mind.

Duan Si patted a thin booklet on his chest: "I'll give it back to you, I've read it, this kind of thing is not suitable for you, you'd better get married and have children honestly, don't always think about what you have. "

Duan Yue was confused: "What?"

He glanced at the books.

On the cover page of the ancient lotus pattern, there are four golden characters written on it:

"The Record of Erotic Palace"

As soon as it was opened, two white bodies came into view, covered in red waves, mandarin ducks crossing their necks, in various indescribable poses, and the romance is boundless.

This is nothing, the most important thing - these are two men.

Duan Yue closed the book suddenly, his ears bursting red.

"You, what are you doing showing me this, I'm sick!"

It also reminded him of the absurd thing about being bullied on the couch by King Jing.

Duan Si shrugged: "Obviously you turned it out on the couch, and I didn't blame you for dirtying my eyes. The commander is about to die of anger at you, so take care of it, now everyone knows that you have broken sleeves."

He cut... cut off hair!

Duan Yue's face was hot, he couldn't sit still, he stuffed the little yellow book into his arms, his face was gloomy: "Climb!"

If it wasn't for worrying that Long Live Lord was still sleeping underneath, Duan Si would have been kicked down by this brat.Dare to tell him to climb, not a small courage.

He straightened his clothes and didn't want to argue with the child, so he turned the window and left.

Duan Twelve sat down curiously, holding his throat.

"What book, let me open my eyes."

Open it up, open it up and you're done.

Duan Yue closed his eyes and ignored it.

Duan Twelve begged for a while, but seeing that he was indifferent, he had no choice but to give up.

Lord Long Live is not awake yet.He sat for a while, then suddenly turned to look at Duan Yue: "Sixteen, let me change your medicine."

Duan Yue opened his eyes and nodded.

Duan Twelve took off his clothes, removed the bandage, saw the wound that had stopped bleeding, and couldn't help sighing: "Your recovery ability is really amazing."

Duan Yue has a special physique since he was a child. No matter how severe the injury is, even if his limbs are severed, as long as it is not fatal, he will be cured within half a month at most.

However, it was precisely because of this that later on he became King Jing's personal meat shield, and every time there was an assassination, he would be dragged to him and delivered to the knife.

Before Duan Yue died, his body was covered with bruises, most of which were old diseases accumulated in those few years.

Even if Prince Jing doesn't kill him, he won't have a few years to live.

After changing the medicine, the two sat quietly on the beam for a while.

There was a soft sound from the inner hall, and the old emperor woke up.

The great eunuch Wang Lin led the palace servants in a file to wait for the wash.

As usual, Duan Twelve became vigilant, and checked the people entering and leaving the palace one by one. After confirming that there were no faces, he was relieved.

Duan Yue frowned, sat up straight, and stared at the timid little eunuch behind Wang Lin with a stiff face, and he could vaguely see some skin wrinkles behind his ears.

Something is wrong, this person...is an assassin!