Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Duan Yue tore it apart with both hands!

Little Yellow Book didn't move at all.

He thought that Yue Mo was seriously injured and couldn't exert his strength.

Then he drew the short dagger from his waist and stabbed fiercely!

Little Yellow Book is as stable as an old dog.

There is not even half a scratch on the title page.

Duan Yue didn't believe in evil, he pulled and poked.

The little yellow book is still unscathed, and it is harder than an iron plate.

"Strange, what kind of evil is this?"

He got angry, turned his head and glanced at the decorations in the hall, his eyes fell on the burning stove, and he sneered.

Little thing, disbelief can't cure you!

Duan Yue limped off the bed, took the little yellow book, and threw it directly into the raging fire.

Seeing that the book was engulfed in flames, he felt relieved and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, there was a piercing scream, like a baby crying.

Duan Yue shuddered and turned around suddenly.

I saw the little yellow book crying and howling, suddenly jumped out of the fire, bouncing and rolling on the ground: "It's on fire! It hurts to death! Help!"

Duan Yue took a few steps back in shock and fell to the ground.

Little Yellow Book thumped a few times, and with sparks all over his body, he jumped towards him and made a baby-like soft voice: "It hurts! It hurts!"

Duan Yue was startled and confused: "W-Where is the evildoer?"

"I'm your system! Dad! Dad, save me!" Little Yellow Book anxiously burrowed into his arms.

system?

etc!Could it be that evildoer next to Princess Jing?

Suddenly, Duan Yue pinched it and lifted it: "It turns out that I was reborn because of your good deeds. What kind of conspiracy do you have?"

"There is no conspiracy! Tongzi wants to help Dad counterattack! Dad, it hurts, save me first! Woooooo!"

Seeing it crying non-stop, Duan Yue got upset and patted off the sparks on it.

Little Huangshu let out an "owwow" and rubbed his fingertips: "Dad! Thank you! Daddy is so kind!"

Duan Yue frowned.

He remembered that the system around Princess Jing was not so stupid.

The voice and personality are also different, so these two should not be the same monster.

He picked up the little yellow book and looked it up and down: "What the hell are you?"

"It's Dad's golden finger!" Little Huang Shu leaned against him tenderly.

"My father's enemy is Zhao Jingyou, my father's old attack is Prince Jing, and my father's system is a cannon fodder counterattack. Tongzi wants to help my father get back his things!"

He didn't understand a single word of that nonsense.

As soon as the hall door opened, Wang Lin's voice came: "Long Live Lord, watch your step."

Holy is here!

Duan Yue was excited, grabbed the little yellow book, and put it in his arms.

Little Yellow Book groaned: "It's black! It's so dark, Dad! Scared!"

How come you look like a child.

Duan Yue gritted his teeth and drank in a low voice: "Shh! Don't talk, I will burn you if people find out!"

Little Huang Shu trembled, whimpered, and didn't dare to say anything.

Emperor Zhong Cheng walked into the inner hall and saw him sitting on the ground muttering, he couldn't help but chuckled: "Yun Yue, what are you whispering, how about letting me listen to it?"

How dare Duan Yue tell him that there are monsters.

That must not scare the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty to death.

He knelt on the ground: "Report to Your Majesty, the slave is practicing."

"Practice, don't practice on the couch, sit on the ground, what should you do if you catch the wind and cold?"

Emperor Zhongcheng walked over, bent down to hug him.

Duan Yue resisted the urge to dodge, and was hugged by him into his arms, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, and his body was stiff.

He is now a teenager, not very old, with red lips and white teeth.

There is a bit of cold and murderous air that can be vaguely seen, and it is so young that it makes people feel pity.

Seeing his good looks, Emperor Zhong Cheng couldn't hold back, and stroked him: "Yun Yue, your face is getting wider and wider as it grows."

There was no reaction on Duan Yue's face, but alarm bells were ringing in his heart.

What does the old emperor mean, I want to visit him! ?

His body was stiff, he clenched his fingertips tightly, and forced himself to remain calm: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your appreciation."

Emperor Zhong Cheng curled his lips, taking a panoramic view of his little movements, but did not point them out.

A pair of dark and deep eyes, full of calculations, can't see any real feelings.

He carried Duan Yue to the couch and told him about the assassin.

He never concealed it, and said bluntly: It is the assassin sent by Concubine Zhuang.

Being assassinated by a concubine, an ordinary emperor should have been furious, but he didn't respond. Fortunately, he asked Duan Yue in a good mood, what reward would he like for his meritorious escort.

Duan Yue hesitated to speak.

Emperor Zhong Cheng patted him on the head: "Yun Yue, don't be afraid, just say what you want to say."

"Your Majesty also thinks that it was the hands of the imperial concubine?"

Emperor Zhongcheng smiled meaningfully: "It doesn't matter if it's her or not. The important thing is that the Zhuang family can no longer stay."

He hooked his lower lip and rubbed Duan Yue's chin: "You are a smart boy, I said that, do you understand?"

Of course Duan Yue understood that King Jing had played a lot of these secrets in the court at that time.

It was nothing more than the fact that the old emperor did not want to let his courtiers exercise power, so he took advantage of the assassination to frame him and wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of the Zhuang family.

But why did the old emperor tell himself such a confidential matter?

He is a secret guard, so what qualifications does he have to participate in the conspiracy of the court.

Duan Yue's heartbeat quickened suddenly, thinking of those hidden guards who were pushed out by the emperor as scapegoats, he couldn't help but feel worried about the future.

"How does His Majesty plan to deal with that assassin?"

"If he dares to hurt you, I'll tell him to peel his skin and cramps, and he himself will taste what it's like to be burned to death. Now that he's turned into ashes, Yunyue is going to take a look."

Duan Yue forced a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, as if seeing his future fate.He swallowed lightly, shaking his head like a rattle.

Emperor Zhong Cheng narrowed his eyes to see his reaction.

The little dark guard's frightened appearance is a bit cute.

He was patient, and asked again in a gentle voice, what reward did he want.

Duan Yue regained his composure, recalled his former master who was still suffering in prison, and beeped softly: "Your Majesty, since you know that the matter of stealing gold hairpins has nothing to do with the Fourth Highness, then does the Fourth Highness..."

"Why do you want to save the fourth child?"

Duan Yue choked up, he didn't expect the Holy Majesty to be so sharp.

If he answered yes, he might be suspected of forming a clique and beheaded.

He answered no, if he committed the crime of deceiving the emperor, he would also be beheaded.

The little dark guard froze in place, at a loss for what to do.

Emperor Zhongcheng looked at him for a while, then smiled: "Okay, I won't tease you. Whatever you want, just do it."

He said again: "This time, the fourth child has suffered an unreasonable disaster. If you are worried, go and lead him out of prison, and take good care of him for me. Don't let him fall into the root of the disease."

Duan Yue was pleasantly surprised: "Your Majesty has allowed the servant to leave the palace?"

"If you keep you locked up, you will blame me." Emperor Zhong Cheng rubbed his head and let him leave the palace.

Duan Yue couldn't figure out what he meant, he always felt that something had changed in the old emperor.

In the previous life, he was a mindless man, but in this life, he was a little more majestic, making people fearful.

Forget it, he's just a hidden guard, he just needs to save his life, there's nothing he can do if he thinks so much.

Duan Yue limped out of the palace and walked slowly to the dungeon.

King Jing has been imprisoned for almost a month.

Since the last time Duan Yue came to see him, he had broken a few more ribs, became even more out of shape, and had all the meridians in his hands, ankles and wrists severed.

The cell door opened, Duan Yue walked in, and found that he couldn't stand the torture anymore and fainted.

What a delicate master, I can't bear this pain.

Duan Yue snorted coldly, reached out to pick him up, and sent him back to the cold palace.

After Empress Yaochu was abolished, Prince Jing stayed in the cold palace with her all the time, and no one paid attention to her on weekdays.

The cold palace was empty, extremely cold, and even the quilt was damp.

Duan Yue had no choice but to take off his coat, put it under King Jing's body, went to fetch water from the well, heated it up and brought it over, and took off his shirt to wash off the blood.

There were many large and small wounds on his body, and it was very troublesome to deal with. Duan Yue applied the good medicine, and the sky darkened.

It stands to reason that he should return to the dark guard camp to return to his command.

But Empress Yaochu didn't know where she went, he couldn't find her anywhere, and couldn't find any palace servants to serve her, so she had to stay and take care of her for the time being.

After all, it was his former master, so it would not be too good if he was called to die so quietly.

Duan Yue racked his brains to find reasons for himself.

In the middle of the night, Prince Jing had a fever, kept talking nonsense, and waved his hands indiscriminately.

Duan Yue thought it was really troublesome, yawned and got up, twisted the wet handkerchief over his forehead, and was about to lean over to help him cover two more quilts.

Suddenly, Prince Jing opened his eyes, staring straight at him with sharp and cold eyes.

"Duan Yue?"

Duan Yue was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously replied: "Master."

Prince Jing fixed his eyes on him and frowned: "You are not dead, why are you here?"