Strongest Guard

That was after the Golden Triangle, when Lee Nanfang gave Helan Xiaoxin the top bale, and was freed by Sui Yueyue.    

He followed the route Jinghong Ming set for him to return home alone, and coincidentally met a woman outside the Gray Valley.    

That woman was precisely Lian Mei, who had caused the destruction of Sui Yueyue's family.    

Lee Nanfang didn't care what the result of this woman would be.    

He only remembered that when he met Lian Mei, she was being pestered by two Americans who called themselves the America CIA agents. They suspected that she had stolen some important information about America.    

As a young man from China, how could Lee Nanfang just stand by and watch when a foreigner bullies his compatriots?    

After displaying her prowess, she casually took it. Lian Mei herself did not know how she managed to find an item in her bag.    

It was a scroll.    

The scroll was not too long, only half a meter in length.    

After opening it, shockingly, it was a painting of a human body.    

It depicted an ancient lady, her hair combed to the point of falling off her horse's head. She was wearing a long dress that was fashionable during the Tang and Song Dynasties, her arms wrapped around her waist with ribbons. She held a flower basket in her left hand, while her right hand held a small hoe that was on her shoulder.    

The lady looked dignified and delicate. She looked like a lady from a famous clan. With her head slightly bowed, she stared at the forty-five degrees before the tip of her foot.    

There was a cauldron drawn there.    

And under the illumination of the light from the outside world, the emperor's wife's eyes were rather soulful, very spiritual.    

He wasn't completely focused on the incense burner at the tip of his foot. Rather, because of the change in light rays, it was able to circulate at the same time.    

Regardless of whether Lee Nanfang turned his head or not, as long as he was still looking at the painting, he would be able to see that the lady in the painting was staring at him.    

This phenomenon could be explained as visual illusion phenomenon.    

However, it could also be seen from another angle that the drawing skills of the painter must have reached perfection.    

What was even more miraculous was that not only would the eyes of the lady in the painting move, even the appearance of the lady would change.    

The lady's hair was black, and her face was dignified and delicate. She was the perfect beauty when facing the sun.    

However, when the scroll was pointed at the sunlight, the lady's hair color looked as if it was going to turn silvery-white. The shape of her face also changed, showing the angle that only an Ying, Liu, and Weizi had.    

At that time, Lee Nanfang couldn't understand it at all.    

However, when he looked at the same painting before him, he vaguely felt the problem.    

The painting was slanted towards the sunlight, which meant that the scene was in the shadow, and the darkness corresponded to the night, while the night was a woman.    

The painting was directly facing the sun, which meant that the scene was in the middle of the sun, and the sun corresponded to the sun and the sun was a man.    

Diurnal Male and Night Female, isn't that King Xuanyuan?    

The lady in the painting was Yang Xiao!    

Cough cough, it definitely isn't Yang Xiao.    

No matter what, it was impossible for Yang Xiao's portrait to appear in a thousand year old ancient tomb.    

The woman in the painting was only slightly similar to Yang Xiao.    

Then the person in the painting would most likely be one of the King Xuanyuan from a long time ago, or it could even be the first generation King Xuanyuan.    

Everyone knew that King Xuanyuan was created by the ancient almighty Great Emperor Xuanyuan.    

Perhaps, this painting was created by Great Emperor Xuanyuan using godly powers. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a situation where a character's eyesight would change and their appearance would change.    

However, could those legendary deities really draw?    

Lee Nanfang shook his head and threw this unrealistic idea to the back of his mind.    

Then, he once again fell into deep thought.    

He remembered it very clearly.    

When he first saw this priceless antique, his only thought was to hide it and bring it back to his mother as a family heirloom for generations to come.    

However, when he returned to China's capital, the moment he got off the plane, there were policemen watching him.    

To prevent any accidents, he hid the scroll on top of a lamppost.    

After that, he met Chen Yu'er, who was disguised as a police officer and served in Intelligence 13.    

Now that he thought about it, it was very likely that Chen Yu'er's group had asked him to strip himself and undergo an inspection in order to find the scroll.    

Unfortunately, you have a good plan, and Boss Lee also has a ladder over the bridge.    

They didn't let those guys succeed at all.    

However, he would have to wait until he left the police station and returned to the lamppost to look for it.    

Lee Nanfang wanted to curse.    

His heirloom was gone.    

He also remembered that at that time, he swore that he would find the thief who stole his family's treasure and tear that person into pieces.    

As a result, after so many things happened, he had completely forgotten about the family heirloom.    

From this, it can be seen how ambitious we are.    

But it should be his, sooner or later.    

Didn't you see that after all this time, the heirloom was back in front of him?    

That damn little thief, did he really think that after he stole something and hid it in an ancient tomb, Boss Lee would not be able to find it?    

Pui!    

What a shitty little thief.    

Only a fool would steal something and spend a lot of effort to hide it in a thousand year old ancient tomb.    

It was easy to guess that the scroll in front of him was not the same scroll he had obtained last time.    

In other words, there were more than one such scroll.    

How many were there?    

Lee Nanfang didn't know.    

He was just wondering, no matter who drew these paintings, they couldn't possibly be made into several identical drawings, right?    

You want to pretend that the real item is real to prevent the real one from getting stolen?    

Nonsense, how could such an ancient and mystical treasure like this be faked so easily?    

Just the changes to the characters in the painting were not something that an ordinary person could do.    

Then, why are there so many similar paintings?    

Or could it be that these paintings were actually different?    

Lee Nanfang's eyes were fixed on the scroll. While carefully observing every corner of the drawing, he recalled the scroll that he saw the last time.    

The background is the same.    

She was still that mysterious lady.    

He carried a hoe and a basket, but he did not bury the flowers. Instead, he stared at a censer.    

Inside the incense burner were three incense sticks' worth of time, smoke curling up into the air.    

There were still many patterns on the incense burner. It looked strange and messy, but there seemed to be traces to follow.    

If he looked at it a little longer, his eyes would see illusions, as if there were many small snakes coiling around an incense burner.    

As long as he slightly moved the scroll, those small snakes seemed to have come to life and began to slither about.    

As the moving speed of the scroll increased, the small snakes on the incense burner began to move even faster. They all intertwined together, forming a very thick snake.    

Then, Lee Nanfang's heart would suddenly start beating for no reason, just like last time.    

A strong feeling of dryness rose from his throat like a fountain.    

When he instinctively raised his hand and covered his mouth, trying his best to shift his gaze away from the incense burner, he finally discovered something different about the painting.    

"It's an incense burner! The incense burner is different!"    

Lee Nanfang shouted these words in shock, pulling away from the entire picture scroll. He no longer looked at the details but at the whole picture scroll.    

He could immediately see that the censer on the painting in front of him was a three-legged, two-eared bronze censer.    

Last time, the censer in the painting was clearly a three-legged, ear-less bronze censer.    

It was hard for Lee Nanfang to remember the details so clearly.    

The censer only occupied a small space on top of the painting. The ear on top of the censer was the size of a fingernail.    

However, this difference was enough to prove everything.    

"My family heirloom was still stolen by that thief!"    

Sigh, with Lee Nanfang's temper, the thing he was concerned about was, of course, the location of the family heirloom.    

As for why the censer was shaped differently in a painting, what did that have to do with him?    

If you want to know why, ask the painter.    

"There's more than one of these scrolls, it must be a set. Just one is already priceless, if he gathers all of them. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, that little thief, you're dead for sure. I have been very idle lately, I will definitely concentrate on finding you! "    

Lee Nanfang muttered to himself while laughing. He put the scroll back into the white cloth bag, put it in his pocket and put it on his person.    

In any case, this time, they definitely could not let their family heirloom be stolen.    

With a treasure in her arms, she would always be in a good mood.    

If he was in a good mood, his train of thought would be broadened.    

He suddenly turned his head and remembered something very important.    

Why hasn't Yang Xiao's group come back yet?    

It had been a long time since Yang Xiao's group came back with the corpse on their back. Even if they were going to crawl, it should be time for them to do so.    

Why did he suddenly disappear?    

He did not know that Yang Xiao had once again gone to Old Man Wang's home to be a midwife. He just subconsciously stood up and walked out of the courtyard, searching for the scene.    

He didn't see anyone, but he heard the incomparably mournful wails of a man.    

The piercing sound only made Boss Lee wish he could pull the crying man over and break his neck to let the world be quiet.    

He rushed towards the source of the voice.    

Soon, he saw Old Man Wang's family in extreme grief.    

No one was in the mood to care about Lee Nanfang.    

Lee Nanfang was also shocked by the sad atmosphere and completely forgot about breaking his neck.    

He only saw Shen Qingwu from afar, standing at the door of the bedroom of this house with an impatient expression on her face.    

He waited for them to get closer.    

He first saw the bored Zhan Hsingshen, then saw the helpless and bitter Great Elder, and finally, he saw the excited Yang Xiao.    

He recognized these four people, but their expressions were different.    

It was a scene that anyone watching could not help but smile bitterly.    

He wanted to laugh.    

However, when he looked further inside, he saw a woman wearing a suit of armor lying on the bed. She seemed to be lying on her back, groaning in a low voice.    

He could no longer laugh.    

"What's going on? Yang Xiao, save him! "    

Lee Nanfang rushed into the room.    

Even if no one told him what was going on, he still thought that the most important thing was to help the woman in bed give birth to her child.    

Yang Xiao was clearly just a Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He had theoretical knowledge and practical experience.    

Why was he standing here and watching without doing anything?    

With his loud shout, Yang Xiao's gaze turned over.    

"You want me to save her?"    

"Yeah."    

"Why?"    

"Why do you need to save people? Are you just going to sit there and watch as they die?"    

Lee Nanfang was not a b * tch. Even though he had the unrealistic fantasy of saving the entire human race, he didn't really want to become a superhuman and fly around the world to save the lives of tens of thousands of people.    

However, there was a matter of life and death right in front of him, and it was also the result of him dying from a slight mistake.    

Anyone who was slightly more virtuous would come to save him.    

Sensing Lee Nanfang's firm and unwavering gaze, Yang Xiao had to give up on the idea of waiting for a good show.    

She could reject anyone's request, but she couldn't do anything to Lee Nanfang.    

"Sure, I can save him. However, I have a condition. "    

"What condition?"    

"You are the father of this child."    

Yang Xiao pointed at the pregnant woman's belly on the bed. Lee Nanfang was stunned once again.