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Meng Fuyuan planned to stay up all night, but finally fell asleep.

When he woke up, Meng Fuyuan couldn't help feeling annoyed secretly, and didn't know what was wrong with him. According to his usual style of acting, it was impossible for him to fall asleep in the carriage of someone he met by chance. The heart of guarding against others is indispensable, and the world is always changing. , who knows if your closest person will stab you suddenly?

Meng Fuyuan lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked out, only to see the red sun slantingly hanging in the corner of the sky, brilliant and dazzling, the sky showed a refreshing and pure blue-white color, and it was already at the top of the sun.

Huo Yi on the opposite side was still wearing a white gauze hat, which completely covered his face, and he could only vaguely make out the outline of the other person's face. Meng Fuyuan didn't know whether he was awake with his eyes open or sitting upright with his eyes closed. To sleep, some monks can also sit and sleep.

The night was dark and the sun was shining brightly at this time. Meng Fuyuan was full of energy and had nothing to do, so he went to look at Huo Yi's attire——

It turned out that the dark clothes that looked blue at night, under the sun, showed a darker color than blue, close to dark green, and carried a sword on its back. The scabbard was very rough, without complicated carving patterns. It is also very clean, not even a sword tassel.

Meng Fuyuan was slightly surprised, the sword ear found yesterday was not hung up again?

Maybe it's because I'm afraid of falling again.

The long-sleeved shirt over the dark coat turned out to be light blue, and it hung loosely on the body, covering up the outline of the figure.

In fact, if Yan Yunbai hadn't come to rescue him, he wouldn't have died under the assassin's arrows. Leaving aside the prophecy, the Shadow Guard and Bian Qingyu's men would have exhausted all the assassin's arrows if they lasted a while longer. It is difficult for him to retreat completely, and he will inevitably have to bear some physical pain.

Thinking of this, Meng Fuyuan couldn't help recalling the scene of being held in the arms of the hero Yan last night, and his ears were burning.

"Master Meng." The person on the opposite side suddenly said.

Only then did Meng Fuyuan realize that Yan Yuanbai was awake at the moment.

"Young hero Yan."

After the two greeted each other, Meng Fuyuan's thoughts suddenly fell into Yan Yuanbai's embrace last night, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, so he didn't intend to talk to get some words out of the other party's mouth.

Huo Yi was awake all the time, from the moment Meng Fuyuan began to look at him, Huo Yi was under Meng Fuyuan's undisguised gaze, Huo Yi thought to himself that it was good to be covered by a white gauze, otherwise he would be seen directly by Meng Fuyuan Show your feet.

"Hair." After all, Huo Yi couldn't help reminding Meng Fuyuan.

Meng Fuyuan looks handsome and handsome, but with his hair down, it adds a bit of glamour, Huo Yi didn't dare to look at him, his head was already turned aside.

"Thank you Yan Shaoxia for reminding me." Meng Fuyuan lifted a corner of the curtain, "Lu Jiu, there is a hair tie in the luggage, throw me one."

Meng Fuyuan stretched out his hand, revealing half of his arm, grasping the air with five fingers, holding the hair band in the palm of his hand, Meng Fuyuan laughed, put down the curtain, sat on the carriage, and began to tie his hair.

"You made Yan Shaoxia laugh."

Although Huo Yi didn't look directly at Meng Fuyuan, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw Meng Fuyuan tied his hair up with his palms. The black hair made his exposed wrist skin fairer, and it was always within sight.

The appearance of Meng Fuyuan under the luminous pearl last night was beautiful, but the lines of Meng Zhuangzhu's cheeks in front of him are soaked in the sunlight that leaked into the carriage, and part of the hair reflects the golden light, which is clearer than Huo Yiwang last night.

In a trance, the memory goes back hundreds of years.

Meng Sihe, the owner of the old Meng village, stood on the top of Mount Luo, with his hands behind his back, and his eyes fell on the plank road climbing on the cliff. The Lord will not allow offense to arise."

The old owner made it clear that there is no shortage of short-sleeved habits in the world. The seventeen shadow guards all understood what the old owner meant. Huo Yi and other shadow guards have been helped by the old owner for several years. Will not violate the old owner's instructions.

The plank road above Mount Luo twists and turns, and if one is not careful in building the plank road, there will be no place for death. It is a plank road made of flesh and blood, and it is the test of Huo Yi and his party by the old owner. Many shadow guards fell off the cliff with no bones left. No one paid homage, and only 17 people remained in the end.

Only one person is an exception, it's not that he was not proficient in martial arts and fell down due to a stumble.

Old owner Meng once indirectly dealt with a shadow guard who harbored ill intentions towards the owner.

Huo Yi looked at the scenery under the cliff of Mount Luo. He could only see some crooked pine branches and stones squeezed out from the cliff. Meng Sihe's words rang in his ears, his voice was high-pitched and powerful— —

"Being the shadow guard of Wuwei Villa, don't let your thoughts go to you that you shouldn't have."

Huo Yi suddenly broke free from the memory, feeling lingering in fear.