Strongest Guard

Hua Yeshen had a silver needle stabbed into her acupoint. Usually, she would be careful not to touch it, but walking would be extremely painful, let alone being kicked.    

    

That pain could no longer be described with words.    

    

The screams she let out also lost the sound that a human should have.    

    

With all his strength, he used a scream to dilute the pain, but he could only let out the cries of a cat that had been born a few days ago.    

    

King Xuanyuan, who was looking down at her from above, looked at her with interest. His sparkling eyes carried a 'pure' look of schadenfreude.    

    

It was as if Hua Yeshen's scream, which was ten thousand times more painful than death, was the voice he admired the most.    

    

Since it was the sound of nature itself, how could it be satisfied just by hearing it once?    

    

Sweat began to drip down Hua Yeshen's forehead. Just as her body was about to bend backwards and land on the platform, he sent another kick towards her.    

    

This time, he used a lot more strength than last time.    

    

Hua Yeshen's pain was naturally magnified several times, and she couldn't even scream. She could only tremble violently out of instinct.    

    

She didn't let out a scream, which made King Xuanyuan a little disappointed. He lifted his foot again and his strength increased again.    

    

Hua Yeshen wanted to die.    

    

No matter how he died, as long as he could die, it was fine.    

    

However, she had been tormented to the point where she had no strength left. She wanted to bite her tongue to commit suicide, but she could only open and close her mouth like a fish out of water.    

    

The tears were uncontrollably flowing down his face like a flood.    

    

"Why aren't you shouting? Is it no longer painful? "    

    

King Xuanyuan kicked out curiously. When he didn't see any reaction from Hua Yeshen, he squatted down and slightly flicked the silver needle on the end of his right middle finger.    

    

This action of his finally satisfied the voice that he had to hear.    

    

The scream that Hua Yeshen let out this time was no longer her body. It should be her soul.    

    

King Xuanyuan, on the other hand, was very happy. Just like how a child finally found the most fun toy, he continuously tapped the end of the needle with his fingers.    

    

Hua Yeshen stopped screaming.    

    

Her soul had also been tortured to exhaustion by King Xuanyuan, and the Pupillary Pupil began to slowly spread.    

    

She could clearly feel that she was floating in the clouds again. The white clouds were like cotton wool, very comfortable to wrap around her.    

    

The warm sunlight shone down from far above the clouds. It felt very comfortable on her, just like a mother's hand caressing a baby's small body, gently making her want to sleep.    

    

He didn't wake up again.    

    

King Xuanyuan didn't want her to sleep forever.    

    

He had tortured her only because she had betrayed him, but also because he had felt that her screams were very pleasant to hear.    

    

If a person died, it wouldn't be fun.    

    

In the eyes of the four Great God girls, the silver needles that were even scarier than Bone Marrow were easily taken out by King Xuanyuan. He also took out a small black scented sachet from his body and used his long fingernails to pick out a small amount of powder.    

    

This powder was the color of an egg yolk. Although it was only a tiny bit, it gave off a pleasant musk, but it could be carried far away by the wind.    

    

Hua Yeshen's left hand pinched Hua Yeshen's mouth, and with a flick of her right pinky, the powder was shot into her mouth.    

    

After helping her close her chin, King Xuanyuan ignored her. He stood up and walked in front of the fence, with his hands behind his back, he looked down at the Starfire World with an intoxicated look in his eyes.    

    

No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see enough of this Chinese scene.    

    

Day or night.    

    

If the immortal realms really existed in this world, then he would say that he was currently within the immortal realms.    

    

After mortals entered the Immortal Realm, they didn't wish to return to the mortal world.    

    

In the days since he had entered the world, he had slept very little, at most four hours a day.    

    

Almost all of his time was spent enjoying the world and he was reluctant to sleep.    

    

Although he admired the way the world looked, it was actually just a blank stare.    

    

Many times, he would just watch, watch, and fall asleep while standing.    

    

When the cold winter night wind blew through his bright white hair, covering his face, he was already snoring softly.    

    

His hands were still clasped behind his back, and his waist was straight as a javelin.    

    

It wasn't just him who was snoring softly, but Hua Yeshen as well.    

    

This was the sweetest sleep she had ever had after being plotted against by Zhan Hsingshen. Without any pain, her muscles, nerves, and body functions that had been tortured by Zhan Hsingshen were all rapidly recovering.    

    

She dreamed.    

    

He dreamt of Holan Fusu.    

    

Ye Zichen leaned back in his arms with a bashful expression.    

    

He took her chin in his hands and slowly lifted her face.    

    

This way, they would be able to look at each other, deeply in love with each other.    

    

She smiled shyly. When she lowered her eyelashes, Holan Fusu lowered his head slowly and kissed her lips.    

    

When her winged eyelashes trembled, she opened her eyes.    

    

He suddenly realized that the man who caught her red lips was no longer Holan Fusu.    

    

It was Lee Nanfang.    

    

Lee Nanfang yawned and cried. He held the steering wheel with his left hand and took out a cigarette with his right as he cursed something in a low voice.    

    

He was puzzled. He had clearly just died and slept like a pig for fourteen hours. How could he fall asleep after waking up for a short period of time?    

    

Actually, this was quite normal.    

    

If a person were to wake up from a long period of sleep, not only would they not feel a hundred times more spirited, they would instead feel even more drowsy.    

    

Just like a person who had a hangover, they would wake up with a splitting headache and a listless heart. However, after a few more cups of wine, their mental state would become much better.    

    

Do you want to stick the car to the side and take another nap?    

    

Lee Nanfang covered his mouth and yawned. Just as this thought surfaced in his mind — he suddenly stepped on the brake.    

    

All the sleepiness vanished with the sound of the person who suddenly emerged from the ground, standing in front of the car.    

    

"F * ck, even if you want to die, don't come find me." This bro is driving a crappy truck, alright? "    

    

Lee Nanfang cursed as he pulled back his hand brake, opened the door and jumped down.    

    

He wanted to see who the poser was.    

    

Not only did he suddenly appear in front of the car, but he also had his hands behind his back, with his chest held high as if he was gazing into the distance with a disgusted look.    

    

If he didn't use his fists to teach Ye Zichen a lesson, Lee Nanfang probably wouldn't be able to forgive him for the rest of his life.    

    

"Hey, you're so —"    

    

Lee Nanfang jumped out of the car, opened his mouth in anger and was about to curse, but then immediately shut it up.    

    

Even if he had two more guts, he wouldn't dare to scold this person.    

    

It was as if no one had ever dared to scold him in front of Jinghong Ming.    

    

Even the domineering Old Lady Lin didn't dare to do so.    

    

Some people were born with a temperament that required respect from others.    

    

Since he couldn't scold or make a move, the only thing Lee Nanfang could do was to offer his filial piety with a smile: "Uncle Wu Tie, the temperature is too low at night. If you aren't home with me, why are you staying alone?"    

    

"You think I don't want to go home?"    

    

Jinghong Ming didn't turn around. In his calm voice, there was a hidden bitterness that shouldn't be present. "It's been ten years. As long as I'm in Beijing, as long as I can go home and rest, even if it's just half an hour, I will go home."    

    

Lee Nanfang raised his head and looked at the sky. He felt that it was at least four hours away from daybreak. What was the meaning of coming here to stand on the street instead of going home with his wife?    

    

"I don't have any extra beds in my house."    

    

"Uh, Uncle Jinghong, are you implying that I should prepare some furniture for you?"    

    

Lee Nanfang was confused and confused.    

    

He couldn't understand why Jinghong Ming would say such a thing.    

    

"After my son got married, he moved to live with Daughter-in-law in the Northern Province."    

    

Jinghong Ming turned around and looked at Lee Nanfang as he explained seriously, "Even if it's New Year's Day, they won't stay at home when they come back. They will stay in a hotel instead. It also has a beautiful name, and provides us two old people with a complete two-person world. So, we only have one bed in the house. "    

    

Lee Nanfang became more and more confused. He blinked his eyes and said, "So what?"    

    

"So what?"    

    

When Jinghong Ming spoke again, his voice had increased by a lot, and there was even a strong sense of dissatisfaction in it: "You actually told me that, so what!"    

    

Noticing that he was angry, Lee Nanfang subconsciously took two steps back. Just when he was about to say if your elder's brain was filled with water, and that your family only has one bed, why are you talking to me about it, he suddenly thought of something.    

    

Chiang Morann.    

    

The night before yesterday, Lee Nanfang had gone against the Beijing Lin Family for Chiang Morann, which was why he provoked Old Lady Lin. When she was almost smashed into smithereens by someone using a cane, Hua Yeshen had appeared in time.    

    

None of this mattered.    

    

What was important was that in order to ensure Chiang Morann's safety and to let Lee Nanfang be at ease with his own affairs, Mrs. Jinghong had taken the initiative to request for Dr. Chiang to be brought home as a companion.    

    

This was what Lee Nanfang wished for.    

    

Otherwise, he wouldn't be at ease leaving Chiang Morann alone in the capital.    

    

No one would consider the number of beds in Jinghong Ming's house when they thought of his location.    

    

In an ordinary person's house, there were basically many guest rooms prepared, right?    

    

The dignified Chief of the Supreme Security Office, could she still lack Chiang Morann's small bed in her house?    

    

What a joke.    

    

But it was very obvious that Jinghong Ming wasn't joking.    

    

After Chiang Morann went to his house, she could only live with Mrs. Jinghong, but Jinghong Ming couldn't also --    

    

"Tenth Uncle, aren't you too … too stingy?"    

    

Lee Nanfang, who had figured out what was going on, almost had his eyes bulge out of their sockets: "A person as big as you is stingy to the point that there's only one bed in your house. If word of this spread, who would believe it? "    

    

Jinghong Ming's expression turned ugly: "You think I'm farting?"    

    

Lee Nanfang immediately shook his hand and retreated decisively.    

    

Sure enough, Jinghong Ming's right foot brushed past his pants.    

    

In the eyes of outsiders, Jinghong Ming never smiled, let alone touch anyone.    

    

However, Lee Nanfang was very clear that he was the same as Ye Xiaodao. In the eyes of the few birdmen of Soaring Dragon, he was just a punching bag.    

    

Looking at a punching bag but not touching it was like an alcoholic looking at a sixty-year old national wine and not drinking it. It was excruciating.    

    

As expected of a famous big shot.    

    

After Jinghong Ming's kick missed, he didn't get ahead of himself and only snorted lightly: "When our son was born, it was hard to have a baby. You, Aunt Wang, almost dropped it. I feel guilty. I made a lifetime promise to her as soon as she woke up. "    

    

One bed, a lifetime.    

    

In this lifetime, as long as he was able to return home, he would no longer be outside.    

    

This was Jinghong Ming's promise to his wife.    

    

It sounds ridiculous.    

    

However, there was a sweet warmth in his voice that made Lee Nanfang unable to laugh. He could only bend his waist and bow deeply towards him.    

    

Jinghong Ming didn't buy it. "Do you think that just by bowing to me, you can make me feel at ease to break my promise?"    

    

Lee Nanfang sighed. What can I do to reassure you? "    

    

"I heard."    

    

Jinghong Ming thought for a moment, then said: "You opened up a Jade of the Century in Myanmar's Gray Valley?"    

    

Lee Nanfang's cheeks quivered a few times. Then, he happily said, "Tenth Uncle, I personally feel that Chiang Morann can't stay in your house for nothing. How about this, I will offer that Jade of the Century as the rent for your house. "