Strongest Guard

He was already starting to get along with handsome guys behind his back, but he still liked to joke with pretty girls.    

A few days ago, in the orchards near the thirteenth mausoleum, Helan Xiaoxin had been scared senseless.    

It was also during that time that Sister Xin learned that this old thing was a "schemer, not a coward". Not only was she not afraid of him, but she also intentionally laughed coquettishly to challenge him.    

However, Helan Xiaoxin had never expected this to happen!    

This time, Hu Mietang was serious with her.    

With a speed that she could not grasp, he suddenly pounced on her, grabbed her, and threw her onto the bed.    

"Damn, this is too much."    

I'm so stupid.    

How can I ignore my strong female charm and challenge his manhood's bottom line over and over again?    

This was the end.    

"He's really going to force women to do me."    

In a split-second, these thoughts flashed through Helan Xiaoxin's mind as she was thrown onto the bed.    

There was also indescribable regret.    

For someone as powerful as Lao Hu, once he became ferocious and forced her to become stronger, there would only be two results.    

The first was to take her far away, to a place where no one could find her, and make her their mistress.    

It was devastating to her. When did she get tired of playing, or when she would only let her off when she was old?    

Or perhaps it was to kill her.    

The second result was to kill her afterwards.    

After that, he would destroy the corpses and wipe out all traces of their existence.    

No matter what the result was, it wasn't something that Helan Xiaoxin could accept.    

But she had to accept it.    

In this world, almost no woman had the ability to resist Hu Laoer.    

"If he is able to stop him in time, I swear to god, I will never provoke another man on purpose again."    

She thought to herself as tears of regret gushed out of the corners of Helan Xiaoxin's eyes.    

Before she could finish her thought, she heard a loud bang.    

It was a framed oil painting hanging on the wall of her bedroom. It would only make a sound when hit by something sharp.    

Then, without waiting for Helan Xiaoxin to react, Hu Mietang, who threw her onto the bed, carried her and quickly rolled over to the other side of the bed.    

"Go in! Do not come out until I am back! "    

When Hu Mietang reached out his hand to push her under the bed, he whispered a sentence and then leaped up. Once again, he turned into a grey-green shadow and disappeared from the window.    

Helan Xiaoxin was lying under the bed with a stupefied expression on her face.    

Her reaction, which she had always been proud of, was unable to keep up with the sudden changes in reality.    

When another deep blue trajectory shot from outside the window and hit the wall, she abruptly covered her head with her hands and regained consciousness.    

Second Uncle Hu only likes to joke around with juniors.    

He wouldn't do the kind of thing that Helan Xiaoxin feared the most.    

Just now, the reason why he had such a beastly nature — No, it should be because he suddenly pounced on Sister Xin and threw her down on the bed — was because he noticed that someone was shooting at her and trying to kill her. That was why he pounced on her when her beautiful Tiny Skull was about to explode and avoided the bullets.    

"Damn it, who was it that wanted to kill me?    

I have fallen to the point that I need Zitong's protection. Why would anyone still try to kill me?    

Helan Qunxing, I swear --    

No, the person who tried to take my life this time is definitely not Helan Qunxing.    

Last time near the Thirteen Mausoleum, after Second Uncle Hu saved me, I gave him two hundred guts but he didn't dare to have any more ideas about me.    

Then, who was it that wanted to kill me? "    

Just as Helan Xiaoxin was curled up under the bed, puzzled and angry, Hu Mietang was also very angry.    

With her status as a Unrivaled Expert, she had even gone to the depths of the mountains to protect Helan Xiaoxin. Wasn't her "I can't afford to offend her, I can't hide" attitude already low enough?    

Some people, why are they so delusional about getting rid of Helan Xiaoxin?    

The Yue Clan Brothers' and their son's morals were simply getting worse.    

After successfully bewitching Helan Qunxing to fail in assassinating Helan Xiaoxin, she actually took action herself.    

It was because they knew very well that if they wanted to fight back against Yue Zitong, they would have to kill the He Lan witch who had come up with this idea for her.    

If the Yue brothers insisted on killing Helan Xiaoxin, Hu Mietang wouldn't care too much about it. But before that, he would have to "return" her to Yue Zitong.    

Otherwise, when the news of Hu Mietang killing the person he was protecting was made known, how could his handsome old face be ignored?    

He simply didn't bully anyone like this.    

Did he really think that Lao Hu was some kind of pious man who did not kill?    

Since you've come today, then don't leave.    

Hu Mietang sneered in his heart. At this moment, he had already turned into a mountain ghost in the dark forest. After dodging a bullet that came at him, he had already pounced in front of the big tree.    

Hu Mietang arrived at a distance of over 60 meters in an instant.    

At this distance, his opponent had completely lost the opportunity to shoot.    

Laughing coldly, Hu Mietang leaped towards the big tree.    

Whoosh!    

This was the sound of something heavy smashing down from above.    

Hu Mietang, who was in mid-air, raised his hand and punched that thing.    

With a muffled bang, Lao Hu's punch angrily sent the thing back.    

It was a light, German sniper rifle, not far away, but easy to carry. It was a good short-range sight.    

The gunmen hiding in the trees and trying to kill Helan Xiaoxin and Hu Mietang also reacted quickly after failing one after the other.    

More accurate.    

It seemed like this person knew very well that Lao Hu couldn't be provoked. As soon as he saw the situation wasn't good, he immediately smashed the gun down.    

When Lao Hu punched the rifle away, his movement instinctively slowed down and he jumped down from the other side of the tree.    

"Want to run?" "How could it be that easy?"    

Hu Mietang laughed sinisterly. With his left hand on the tree trunk, his slender figure changed direction like a giant bat, looking down at the black-clothed gunner from above.    

His question was really stupid.    

After failing several times in a row, the Gunner didn't hurry and run. Was he supposed to just stand there and wait for him to kill him?    

Hu Mietang jumped down from the air and broke off a branch with his left hand.    

It was only as thick as a small rolling pin and it fell on the vest of the man in black who was rushing forward.    

"Whiz!"    

The branch that was almost two meters long was originally twisted, but when Lao Hu threw it as a javelin, it actually made whooshing sounds.    

What was even more shocking was that the leaves on the branches all broke away from the branches due to the air resistance due to the speed at which the branches stabbed forward.    

The fact that the black-clothed gunman could appear here completely annoyed Lao Hu.    

It took all my strength to throw the branch.    

Until now, other than Yang Xiao who came from Flame Valley, there was no one else who could block Lao Hu's full powered strike amidst his fury.    

Did he really think that the name of the Unrivaled Expert was something that Lao Hu had boasted about after lying low on the ground?    

The gunman in black can't get out of the way, Lao Hu thought.    

But what surprised him was, just as the branch was about to pierce the black-clothed gunman's back, his waist suddenly twisted!    

It was a very strange angle.    

Whose waist, can you twist horizontally out of a large, convex, concave position?    

This was completely against the human body's natural laws.    

Just like how those experts of the soft arts were able to sit on their butts on their heads.    

However, how could such a flexible expert become a gunner to serve the Yue brothers?    

"This is not someone sent by the Yue Clan!"    

Lao Hu immediately made a correct judgement when he saw the black-clothed gunner use this strange action in the nick of time and embarrassedly dodged the branches.    

No matter how wealthy and powerful the Yue Clan was, they did not have the qualifications to have death warriors of this level.    

With just a movement of the black-clothed gunner to dodge, Lao Hu was sure that he wasn't sent by the Yue brothers.    

This person's skill may not be as good as Lao Hu's, but it would not be by much.    

It should be on par with Qin Yuguan, who had lost his body to a woman.    

An absolute master!    

However, it was clear that Lao Hu would not let him go just because the black-clothed gunner was an absolute master.    

With another sneer, Lao Hu, who was in the middle of the air, kicked off with his right foot and hit a tree trunk like a spark. He somersaulted in the air and arrived in front of the gunman in black, then raised his left foot and kicked towards his face.    

The black-clothed gunman's reaction was indeed fast to the point that it surprised Lao Hu once again.    

Especially when he dodged Lao Hu's kick, it was at the same level as when he dodged the branch.    

His body did not lean backwards at all, but his head felt as if it had been cut in half by a sharp knife, leaving only a layer of skin. The back of his head was pressed against his back, and his chin was level with his neck.    

It looked like a headless corpse.    

The black-clothed gunner was once again caught off guard. After successfully dodging Lao Hu's ultimate attack, he was no longer surprised.    

He did not continue to attack and lightly landed on the ground.    

Looking at the black-clothed gunner who slowly raised his head, Lao Hu lightly said: "So, you're from Tianzhu Sect."    

Tianzhu, the imperial brother of the Tang Empire, went there to gather knowledge.    

In addition to being the birthplace of Buddhism, Tianzhu was also the home of yoga.    

When it came to yoga, which was more and more favored by the beautiful ladies, it was best not to tell them that the ancient Tianzhu people had created this kind of fitness exercise because they wanted to get the most stimulation from it when doing that kind of thing.    

Fellow brothers with driving experience, imagine it.    

When a beautiful woman bends her body in a weird position, like sitting on her butt on her head, would that be especially exciting?    

Of course, as yoga has become the world's immaterial heritage, being promoted to fitness by future generations has long since ceased to be just that kind of thing.    

From this, many surprising martial arts emerged.    

Any master of yoga could perform the two movements the black-clothed gunner had just done.    

According to Hu Mietang, India is the most professional yoga player, and has been passed down in their hometown for thousands of years.    

There was once a busybody who described the Tianzhu Sect's yoga god technique as having the same level of mastery as the Secret Sect's Great Hand Seal and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms of the Central Plains.    

However, with the popularity of the hot weapons, the arrival of the Golden Age of Hua Xia had long since degenerated.    

In contrast, in India, where the economy was extremely underdeveloped, the Tianzhu Sect and yoga techniques continued to be spread far and wide in the modern world.    

After the black-clothed gunner's background was seen through by Lao Hu, he was silent for a moment before he chuckled: "Hehe, Hu Mietang is indeed Hu Mietang, he really does live up to his reputation as China's number one expert, able to see through me."    

The voice of the black-clothed gunman was clear and melodious, it was actually a young woman.    

But when she admired Hu Mietang, she purposely said that he was China's number one expert.    

This meant that if Lao Hu really wanted to rush out of the country and into the world, he wouldn't be number one compared to the other countries.