Strongest Guard

Those highly respected monks who entered the meditative posture, the demoness in front of them, the enchanting Celestial Dance of the Demons, would also be treated as a skeleton with red powder, and would not be moved at all.    

Mistress and Xue Xinghan both had men who were with them for the rest of their lives. In their eyes, other men might not be blue faced skeletons, but they definitely saw Lee Nanfang as a child.    

Just like Xue Xinghan, who looked so vicious that he almost skinned Lee Nanfang's little sparrow off a layer of its skin, it was just a bad taste and did not have the slightest distracting thoughts. It was just like how his mistress changed his diaper when he was young.    

His mother-in-law was different.    

He was in his early forties and because he grew up in a wealthy family, he looked like Beautiful Young Woman in his thirties. Furthermore, he had already lost his husband twenty years ago. He had been widowed for many years.    

She only had a weak character and did not dare to have any such thoughts. If it was Xue Xinghan, who knows how many godfathers she would have to find for Yue Zitong.    

The fact that there were none did not mean there weren't any. Beautiful Young Woman, who was in her prime and had not touched a man for many years, was still like Xue Xinghan when she had to do it for Lee Nanfang.    

So she blushed.    

When a woman blushed, she would emit some kind of aura that was very special to men, constantly stirring up some nerves in men. This was exactly what Lee Nanfang needed the most right now.    

Only when he had those unhealthy thoughts would he be able to react and gradually recover before the snake venom completely destroyed his nerves.    

It was absurd, but it was also the truth.    

Actually, the fact that his mother-in-law could stay here and 'blush' was something that the old man and the others had carefully considered.    

No matter what happened between them, no one would know.    

No one would come in until Lee Nanfang had a reaction.    

Lee Nanfang closed his eyes.    

He shouldn't have closed his eyes. Once he closed them, he would no longer be able to see the blushing woman, nor sense her aura.    

At this moment, he even thought that he would rather never be a man, than to blaspheme his mother-in-law.    

His mother-in-law seemed to know what he was thinking, but she didn't try to dissuade him. The sound of footsteps could be heard, and she went out.    

Only long after she left did Lee Nanfang open his eyes and slowly let out a breath.    

This was a newly built thatched hut that emitted a unique smell of grass. The interior was very clean, just like how it was for his mother-in-law's people.    

Somehow, he recalled what his mother-in-law had told him the night he fainted.    

She said that as long as he could forgive Yue Zitong, she would rather be her daughter's dowry.    

For a woman like Loong Zaikong who could enchant Loong Zaikong to say such words to Lee Nanfang, it would be a lie to say that he was unmoved. In fact, Loong Zaikong had already been like this when he was overseas.    

There was no need for outsiders to feel sorry for him.    

Fortunately, he was still a human man, and he knew what he had to do and what he had to say.    

Lee Nanfang couldn't feel the demon in his body, so he didn't need to think too much about it. He knew that the demon had paid a heavy price for his survival.    

When the other premature patients died one after the other, it was the demons that allowed him to live against his will, and now saved his life — this body, which was their common host, to help him fight death. Although it was something a demon should do, Lee Nanfang was still very grateful to it.    

Most people found it hard to imagine being grateful yet extremely disgusted by the contradictions of a single thing.    

He recalled the dream he had before he woke up. It was strange and mysterious, as if it was a prelude to something.    

There was also the ghostly woman under the frightened manger, the familiar corpse of the woman in the coffin that he couldn't even remember now, that strange paper man.    

Why would there be such a thing in the eight hundred forbidden grounds?    

Was the monarch within the Monarch Valley the person in his dreams?    

When he woke up, the Black Dragon that suddenly came into his mouth was something that no one would ever tell Lee Nanfang, just like how no one dared to bring it up again.    

If he wanted to know the answer, he probably wouldn't have another chance in his life.    

The rustling footsteps interrupted Lee Nanfang's thoughts. He looked towards the door and saw his mother-in-law walking in.    

She had just gone to take a bath and changed into a white muslin nightgown.    

"Open your eyes and look at me."    

His mother-in-law came to the bedside, her voice calm and commanding.    

She was pretending to be cold and indifferent, Lee Nanfang could feel it without listening, just like what she was going to do next.    

He did not open his eyes, because he knew that once he did, something would happen.    

"If you want the bridge to be disappointed and cry, then close your eyes and I can leave."    

His mother-in-law spoke again, this time with a slight change in her tone and a distinct sense of shame and anger.    

Lee Nanfang opened his eyes and looked straight at his mother-in-law.    

"When you're alone with me, forget about Zitong."    

His mother-in-law secretly heaved a sigh of relief and lightly said, "Take me as a woman you don't know."    

Lee Nanfang could still do it after treating her as a woman he didn't know.    

Very soon, along with her movements, the demon concealed within Lee Nanfang's Dantian started to show signs of awakening.    

If he wanted to activate Lee Nanfang's strong life force and let his body recover as soon as possible, then he would have to activate the demon hiding in his aura sea, or the evil Black Dragon.    

After that dream, Lee Nanfang was sure that the one hiding inside his body was a black Evil Dragon.    

Could it be that the Evil Dragon was related to the dream I had when I was about to die?    

Thinking about this, Lee Nanfang's whole body suddenly fell into a deep sleep. Cold air rapidly gushed out from his limbs and bones, and the color of his face also disappeared.    

The woman didn't see his face and only felt his body tremble slightly. She was overjoyed, thinking that it had worked, and that he had put in more effort.    

The wind slowly blew past the treetops, causing the leaves to rustle.    

Xue Xinghan stood on a big rock and looked into the distance with his hands behind his back. From time to time, miserable screams could be heard.    

At her feet was the home of the second fool. This guy was lying on the bed under a tree, his exposed butt a bloody mess. Tears were in Silly Girl's eyes as she pinched his ribs.    

His butt didn't hurt. He couldn't take it anymore.    

Men are very strange, no matter how delicate a woman, why is it so painful when twisting people?    

Silly Girl was cursing Er Nong Zi for not getting beaten to death.    

She scolded Ergong Zi for what he deserved, not because the one she loved was implicated, but because she blamed him for not stopping Lee Nanfang from talking about the trough in the night. If his good friend really died, she would never forgive Ergong.    

While he could not help but laugh, the old man's voice came from behind him, and he said in a lazy manner: "Don't worry about Liu Tie, it's just a piece of cake for him to kill a deputy division leader who has thoughts about the eight hundred Monarch Valley. He only took the weapon out because he respected the position of the commander. "    

More than ten years ago, a certain great official who had once served in a county city outside the mountain was very interested in the legendary eight hundred Monarch Valley, and did everything he could to organize the archaeologists to investigate.    

However, he had not been able to fulfill his wish. He could not report it to the leadership. The reason was simple, his level was not high enough.    

Who would have thought that his obsession with the eight hundred Monarch Valley would become an impetus for him to work hard. This year, he finally managed to climb to the position where he had the power to organize archaeological teams to come to the depths of the mountains to investigate.    

This was definitely not a good thing for the 800 villages. They had to get some important person to dispel this trend — the dead, sometimes, would not be able to play a role under strict orders.    

If the old chief used all his strength to pry into the secrets of the eight hundred Monarch Valley, as well as the archaeological team that he built with all his might, all of these people would accidentally die of an illness just as they were about to leave, then who else would dare to have such thoughts?    

Killing people, for Xie Qingshang, would not be more difficult than asking Xue Xinghan to be a trolley driver. The difficult thing was, there was a woman at the boss' side.    

"A piece of cake?" "Hmph hmph, you speak quite lightly."    

Xue Xinghan sneered, turned around and looked at the old man and his wife, then sat on the big rock: "If it's really that simple, why did you fail so many times when you went out? "Don't tell me you're following people just to study the size of his wife's ass."    

The old man smiled coyly, not daring to make a sound.    

In fact, what Xue Xinghan said was right. He had gone out so many times to track a certain authority. Even if he wanted to suddenly kill someone, he had found a few opportunities, but he did not dare to do so.    

The old man was not afraid of a certain boss, nor was he afraid of the bodyguards around him. He was only afraid of his wife.    

She was a woman who looked very dignified and virtuous on the surface. She was the same as all the other women in the family, but the old man always felt that the moment he revealed his killing intent, he would be the one to die.    

Xie Qingshang also thought the same, so he repeatedly reminded him not to act rashly.    

The fact that an old boss' wife could even scare Xie Qingshang was already enough to prove something. Lao Xie hoped to spend more time to figure out her real origins.    

Since Lee Nanfang's accident forced Lao Xie to wait no longer, he could only act in advance.    

"Xinghan, I —"    

Mistress walked over and wanted to comfort Xue Xinghan, but Xue Xinghan waved his hand with a smile: "Don't say it, I hate it when my own people are polite to me. "What your old man said isn't wrong. When Qingshang does things, he always strives to win. Occasionally, he would act presumptuously and he should be able to achieve an unexpected result."    

Xue Xinghan changed the topic. He looked at the thatched cottage at the foot of the mountain and asked, "Little bridge, are we going against the heavens by doing this?"    

"There's no need to worry about it. He must survive unscathed."    

The old man's face darkened as he hatefully scolded, "Damn it, at worst, this old man will go to Monarch Valley and swear on my ancestors that I will take all the crimes down!"    

"I'll go with you. After death, my soul will be in the body of the paper man, that's all."    

"Actually, it's not that serious."    

Xue Xinghan frowned and said.    

The old man asked, "Do you have a good idea?"    

Xue Xinghan smiled, his smile was sinister and his eyes were like a mother leopard's.    

The old man understood. "Kill whoever says so."    

His wife, who always had a Bodhisattva's heart, also gritted her teeth. "Except the eight hundred villagers."    

"Yang Tiantian, you little rascal, will you tell others yourself?"    

Xue Xinghan sighed, "Sigh, I was afraid that others would be able to see through it."    

The old man said coldly, "Yang Tiantian, don't ever think about leaving 800 yuan in your life."    

"Then it's fine."    

Xue Xinghan shrugged in disdain and suddenly said: "I have a feeling that someone else arranged all this."