Strongest Guard

Lee Nanfang turned into a paper man. The paper man had been selected. He snuggled up against the old Yellow Ox, who was also wrapped in paper, and watched as the funeral procession passed by in front of his eyes.    

    

The filial children and grandchildren were all crying bitterly, praying for their ancestors to walk well, but no one looked at him.    

    

This made him feel very empty and incomparably panicked.    

    

He knew very well that there were no more than six people to see his eyes. He was just a burnt paper man without any soul. After he fell from the sky, he turned into fertilizer.    

    

Where are the people who are looking at me?    

    

Where is it?    

    

Come, come!    

    

Under Lee Nanfang's urgent prayer, he finally saw the first pair of eyes. It was a woman's eyes, with a familiarity that he couldn't recall no matter how he thought about it.    

    

He no longer cared about these things. He stared into those eyes, greedily hooking onto the required soul.    

    

When the woman left, as if her soul had suddenly left her, a second person appeared. It was also a woman.    

    

Lee Nanfang recognised her. It was Yue Zitong.    

    

Lee Nanfang would not think too much about why Yue Zitong would come here. When he hooked away Yue Zitong's soul, he did not feel any guilt. She had let him down and he deserved to die early.    

    

Eh, why is Min Rou here too?    

    

Could it be that this child didn't know that paper men could not face each other?    

    

Come on, come on, I don't want to hurt you — Alas, it's too late, I already have the souls of three people, who's the fourth?    

    

Ha, it's Zhan Fei?    

    

Good, very good. You self-righteous woman, pretend to be cold. If I have the chance, I will definitely deal with you.    

    

Who is this? It was similar to Holan Fusu's pretty boy. Was it his sister, or his sister?    

    

It didn't matter if it was his sister or his sister.    

    

And the last one?    

    

Good heavens, she was a great beauty, just like the fairies in the night.    

    

Alright, alright, don't bother watching anymore. I'm going to ascend to heaven!    

    

Lee Nanfang saw that amidst the wails of the filial children and their descendants, Big Torch him, Old Yellow Ox, and Jinshan Mountain suddenly enveloped them. Lee Nanfang saw that amidst the wails of the filial children and their descendants, Big Torch him, Old Yellow Ox, and Jinshan Mountain suddenly enveloped them.    

    

Lee Nanfang was reminded by the sound of an ox that the time was up and that it was time to go on the road.    

    

The old Yellow Ox was in front while the mountains of gold and silver were floating on both sides of the mountain.    

    

The victim's ancestor was a man, with a square face and a dignified face. He wore a black dragon robe with gold threads, a pair of boots with auspicious clouds in them, and a crown of Eight Treasures, just like the ancient kings, stroking his beard as he walked, and pointing at the rivers and mountains.    

    

Looking at the man who acted like a playboy, Lee Nanfang really wanted to curse at him. Luckily, he didn't curse because he saw a lot of people coming out of the clouds. Beauties in palace attire, soldiers in golden war horses, armed with long swords in their hands, bows over their shoulders, and iron armor, each of them exuding a murderous aura.    

    

If he cursed, these people would definitely tear him apart.    

    

The murderous aura he exuded made him shiver all over. He subconsciously moved closer to the old Yellow Ox, lowering his head and moving forward.    

    

He might be a real emperor, but I'm just a paper man that sent him to heaven. I don't know where he fell asleep in the past, but I was captured to lead the horse for him.    

    

It's just strange, why would a king use a country funeral?    

    

After the death of the emperor, the whole country went into a state of mourning. White clothes were like pickaxes, with a dragon opening up the path in front, a black tortoise pressing down the front, and even a mother of wind leading the army … Why, why was the funeral so simple and depressing?    

    

The old Yellow Ox told him that this emperor was originally a famous monarch, but in the end, the world was thrown into chaos and he was murdered by his treacherous officials. After his death, even the empress was kidnapped, and the monarch himself was abandoned by the soldiers on his way back to the capital.    

    

Afterwards, the king's trusted aides risked their lives to bury him in a place deep in the mountains of Manchuria where even poor rabbits could not shit. It would have been great if there had been an old ox when they gave him his funeral.    

    

These palace ladies, the warriors of a hundred wars, had suddenly appeared from the clouds. They were all loyal to the Emperor, and were waiting for him to return after his death to come to meet them.    

    

Therefore, the old Yellow Ox told Lee Nanfang that it was best not to look around in case he got into trouble.    

    

Lee Nanfang could only be submissive, repeatedly agreed, and then couldn't help but ask. Before he went into mourning, how did he see six women like that?    

    

The old Yellow Ox gave Lee Nanfang a deep look, saying that they were all concubines of the emperor, the kind that had long been lost. The emperor had missed them dearly, and his yearning for them stirred up the heavens, causing them to transform into their human forms and reincarnate to the human world to send him off.    

    

Lee Nanfang asked again. Then wouldn't I be able to harm them?    

    

The old yak had yet to answer yet, he was hugging a beauty to his heart. The Emperor, who was surrounded by warriors and warriors, suddenly turned his head and glared at them. "Who's there? Who dares to disturb our conversation with the nobles?"    

    

Lee Nanfang wanted to say that it wasn't him, but rather the old Yellow Ox. The emperor suddenly revealed his true form, transforming into a ferocious black dragon. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it charged towards Chu Feng.    

    

"Ah!    

    

In his panic, Jack opened his mouth and let out a miserable shriek. The black dragon dove into his mouth, and then he heard his wife's panicked voice. "Nanfang, Nanfang, what's wrong? Old man, come on, Nanfang's awake! "    

    

Lee Nanfang suddenly opened his eyes. The Black Dragon, Old Yellow Ox, the beauty in palace clothing, and the warriors of hundreds of battles were all gone, leaving only his wife's dignified and amiable face, which truly existed. Sparkling tears fell on his face like a rain.    

    

Then, he saw his mother-in-law and Auntie Xue.    

    

His mother-in-law's face was also covered in tears. She kept wiping them away, but she was still smiling. She was really happy that he had finally woken up.    

    

Auntie Xue did not cry nor did she laugh. The worry in her eyes disappeared as soon as he woke up. She gritted her teeth and scolded, "You brat, you deserved it!"    

    

The sound of hurried footsteps came. The old man's bun face quickly occupied all of his vision. He stared at him for a while before letting out a long sigh of relief. He said in an exceptionally tired voice, "Hu!" We finally got our lives back. "    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't know what was going on. He subconsciously wanted to sit up, but he didn't have any strength left in his body.    

    

"Don't move, Nanfang. Your entire body was bitten by a poisonous snake. You didn't die from the poison. The heavens are merciful."    

    

His wife wiped her tears away and suddenly remembered something. She stood up and ran outside, "Tie Niu's family, quickly accompany me to the ancestral hall to thank our ancestors!"    

    

"Slow down, you haven't eaten well in the past few days. Your body can't take it anymore after resting. "Sigh, I'll go with you. Lao Xie's family, little aunt, I'll trouble you to take care of this bastard."    

    

The old man sighed and hurriedly gave chase.    

    

"Leave it to you. Leave this brat to us."    

    

Xue Xinghan was straightforward. He waved his hand and sat on the edge of the bed. Then, he raised his hand and slapped Lee Nanfang's face.    

    

The slapping sound was very loud, scaring Lee Nanfang's mother-in-law who was wiping her tears. Lee Nanfang heard it clearly, but he didn't feel the pain that he should have, as if he was brushed lightly by the dogtail grass.    

    

"Do you feel no pain?"    

    

Xue Xinghan asked him.    

    

"Yes, I can feel it a little."    

    

Only then did Lee Nanfang realize that he had to put in a lot of effort when he spoke, otherwise his tongue wouldn't even be able to move.    

    

"That's right. "Hmph, you deserve it."    

    

Xue Xinghan didn't scold anyone, but his whole body felt uncomfortable. He then pinched Lee Nanfang and asked, "Here, do you feel it?"    

    

Lee Nanfang's heartbeat slightly quickened. His face might be blushing because Xue Xinghan was pinching that thing.    

    

It didn't hurt at all, but he could feel it.    

    

This bitch, don't you know how to be shy when you pinch this place in front of my mother-in-law?    

    

While Lee Nanfang was thinking this, he saw his mother-in-law quickly glance over and lower her head.    

    

Lee Nanfang suddenly understood. F * ck, did laozi just lie on the bed with nothing on?    

    

Xue Xinghan seemed to know what he was thinking and sneered: "Hmph, you didn't guess wrong. You don't even have any dog shit clothes right now, I'll eat whatever I want to eat from your tofu." You don't want to? If you have the ability, get up and cover it. "Tsk tsk, brat, you're not big, not small at all."    

    

Lee Nanfang closed his eyes. He really wanted to die.    

    

He could see that Xue Xinghan's eyes were full of mockery and mockery. There was not the shyness of a man and a woman meeting face to face. It was nothing like what his mother-in-law did.    

    

When his mother-in-law saw that his son-in-law was about to die, she could not help but persuade Lao Xie's wife, "S-Xinghan, stop messing with him. He just woke up after a few days in a coma.    

    

"Ha, no wonder it is said that mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law. The more she looks, the happier she becomes. It's true. Fine, I'll give you face and let this brat go this time. You are a family, and I am an outsider.    

    

Xue Xinghan laughed heartily. When he stood up, he grabbed Lee Nanfang's treasure and pulled him fiercely as if he was about to tear off a layer of skin. Only then did he turn around in satisfaction and leave.    

    

Being tormented by this shrew reminded him of his childhood. She loved to play with him, a little sparrow. Her face was full of envy, until she gave birth to two sons in one go for Lao Xie.    

    

Lee Nanfang wanted to die, but even more so, he wanted to cry in front of his mother-in-law.    

    

It's not a big deal if you and the shrew look at my bare ass. I was supposed to look like one of you, but you're an outsider, aren't you? You should at least give me a blanket to cover my face, right?    

    

"Nanfang, Second Elder said that you don't have more than 800 wounds all over your body, so you can't put on clothes or cover anything." "Fortunately, at that time, you covered your face and didn't get bitten by a snake …"    

    

My mother-in-law lowered her head and said softly, "And more importantly, if you want that place of yours to recover, you should press and rub it with your hands, just like your Auntie Xue did. During the few days you've been unconscious, we've all been taking turns to massage you. Fortunately, we are all your elders. "No need, don't worry too much."    

    

After a long time, Lee Nanfang finally asked with difficulty: "Why, why not someone else?"