Strongest Guard

It was best not to provoke people of mysterious origins who could not be provoked in order to avoid finding a cripple.    

    

This was one of the few principles that Lee Nanfang adhered to. After passing it down to Ye Xiaodao free of charge, he immediately stepped on the accelerator and sped away.    

    

He didn't know why, but Lee Nanfang, who always treated walking in the night as a gentle pleasure, always felt that his eyes were hiding somewhere as he stared at him evilly after he stopped the car and almost got killed by Yang Xiao when Ye Xiaodao and Holan Fusu joined hands.    

    

Laughter.    

    

This kind of illusion made him very uncomfortable, so he could only leave as soon as possible.    

    

No man likes to be a coward.    

    

Especially someone like Lee Nanfang, he would rather die than do anything against him.    

    

However, before he could figure out Yang Xiao's background, if he bravely stepped forward and was abused like a Stinky Sock, or even lost his life, it wouldn't be bravery, but something despicable.    

    

In history, the reason why the deaths of some people were heavier than the deaths of Mount Tai was because their deaths were very meaningful.    

    

Dying because it was unworthy was as light as a feather.    

    

No matter how fast he picked up the speed, he still felt uneasy. He believed that his policy of flattering Yang Xiao when he saw him was right.    

    

But what was even weirder was that after Lee Nanfang drove the car into Yue Family's Villa's courtyard, the creepy feeling disappeared in an instant.    

    

It was just like how his aunt's house was a circle drawn by Sun Wukong using the Jingu Bang.    

    

"Damn, is this the power of home?" Or could it be that the feng shui in this villa is pretty good, and can make Hundred Ghosts avoid it? "    

    

Lee Nanfang stared at the entrance of the yard blankly. Half a minute later, he jumped off the car and walked out stealthily, standing on the highway.    

    

A cold wind brushed past his face, and the bright moon hung in the sky. The surroundings were completely quiet, with an incomparable peace and tranquility. How could there be any feeling of unhappiness?    

    

This confused Lee Nanfang even more. He started to reflect on whether he had done too many wicked things recently, which led to him becoming suspicious and suspicious.    

    

He didn't seem to have done anything wicked.    

    

Wasn't it because Croft had hidden under his desk to provide him with a high-quality service?    

    

It was very normal for a man to love a woman. It couldn't really be considered as lacking in morals and morals.    

    

As for Feng Dashao, he was left hanging at 60 meters in the air as a sausage, and he had been doing this for half an hour.    

    

It was all Feng Dashao's fault. If he didn't have the diamond, he should be punished if he wanted to take over the porcelain.    

    

Then, what was going on?    

    

Lee Nanfang was stunned for a moment before he shook his head and walked into the yard.    

    

I just took a step!    

    

The distinct feeling of his back being stared at by a pair of evil eyes once again assaulted him like a flood.    

    

This time, even the Black Dragon that was hidden in his dantian's aura sea suddenly rose into the air and let out a wail.    

    

It caused Lee Nanfang's scalp to explode and goosebumps to form all over his body.    

    

The feeling of danger, as if it had suddenly appeared and instantly disappeared, was replaced by the feeling of suddenly turning around.    

    

It was still the same, the bright moon in the sky, Hai Yanhe Qing, a peaceful scene.    

    

"What's going on? Could it be that it will only hide behind me? "    

    

Lee Nanfang mumbled to himself in a slightly hoarse voice, raised his leg and took out the Military Thorn.    

    

The heavy black Military Thorn is called the Residual Soul.    

    

From the day it was created, it had been bestowed with a mysterious power. In the decades that Xie Qingshang had lived, he had drunk countless amounts of bad blood and gained a certain amount of spirituality.    

    

Ye Xiaodao also had a black Military Thorn.    

    

But now, Lee Nanfang already knew that his black thorn was only a high imitation of the Residual Soul.    

    

It wasn't that Qin Laoqi didn't want to pass down the Residual Soul number "7" to him, it was because he was determined to not accept it.    

    

In Lee Nanfang's eyes, he was a fool.    

    

Qin Laoqi, who made the steel rooster admit defeat, had gone all out with great difficulty. However, Ye Xiaodao had used the excuse that his teacher was the one who should pass the Military Thorn to his son, and insisted on not wanting it.    

    

With the Residual Soul in his hands, Lee Nanfang's courage increased a lot. He tilted his body slightly to the side as he walked step by step towards the road.    

    

He could clearly feel that with every step he took, the cold, sinister feeling of displeasure became stronger.    

    

The Black Dragon in the Qi Sea became even more restless. It roared with all its might to stop him and not move any further.    

    

Ever since he came to Qingshan from abroad, he had already lived in the Yue Family's Villa for many days. He had walked this path countless times, but he had never felt this way before.    

    

Many people said that there were no ghosts in the world.    

    

Lee Nanfang, on the other hand, was skeptical.    

    

This was because he knew very well that there was a Black Dragon concealed within his body, constantly fighting with him for its body.    

    

Finally, he didn't dare to continue any further.    

    

Standing under a tree, looking at the dark east, he whispered: "You, are you Yang Xiao?"    

    

The night before yesterday.    

    

It was already the wee hours of the morning. The night of Nanfang Group's show was already considered to be the night before.    

    

The night before yesterday, when he met Yang Xiao for the first time, he felt a strong sense of fear from the bottom of his heart.    

    

There was no reason, but it was real.    

    

Thus, when he felt an inexplicable fear right now, he immediately thought of Yang Xiao.    

    

Ye Xiaodao said before, that crazy guy with abnormal intelligence was injured by him.    

    

The injured Yang Xiao was quite likely to vent all his resentment onto Lee Nanfang.    

    

"But why didn't you come out?"    

    

Lee Nanfang stretched his right hand that was covered in sweat and retreated step by step along the same road: "What are you afraid of? Or, afraid of what? "    

    

No one answered his mutterings, and it was as if no one jumped out, preventing him from retreating towards the Yue Family's Villa step by step.    

    

It was really strange.    

    

The more he took a step back, the less creepy he felt.    

    

When he slowly stepped back into the Yue Clan's courtyard, this feeling immediately vanished.    

    

He swore that he would never go "looking for" that feeling again.    

    

He wiped the sweat off his forehead and exhaled deeply before putting away the Military Thorn. Lee Nanfang shrugged casually and laughed when he turned around: "Heh, it seems like my aunt has an evil face — What the f * ck!"    

    

The moment he turned around, he saw a person standing in front of him.    

    

His clothes were in disarray, his hair was in disarray, and his face was pale. He looked like a ghost that had just emerged from hell.    

    

This was his instinctive reaction.    

    

He had been trying to scare him out of suspicion earlier, but now such a person suddenly appeared behind him. How could he not be afraid?    

    

Lee Nanfang forcefully retracted his fist when it was about to hit Ye Zichen's face.    

    

"Why don't you?"    

    

Yue Zitong asked coldly.    

    

Lee Nanfang flicked his wrist and said with a smile, "That face is too beautiful. I can't bear to part with it, so I don't dare to."    

    

That was true.    

    

His aunt's face looked terrifyingly pale, lit by the moonlight. If one looked closely, one would see that it was flawlessly beautiful.    

    

"Is there anything else you don't dare to do?"    

    

Yue Zitong said coldly, "Didn't you just say that my face was a demonic face? Why can't I bear to part with it?"    

    

"It's precisely because of this Evil Repellent's face that I can't casually hit him. If it's broken, then it's useless. "    

    

Lee Nanfang reached out his hand to hold her arm: "Alright, alright, let's go back to the house to talk."    

    

"What are you pulling at?"    

    

Yue Zitong struggled symbolically for a moment before obediently allowing him to hold her arm and walk into the living room.    

    

It was Yue Zitong's greatest wish to reunite with Little Nephew.    

    

Firstly, he was really going to offend this fellow, and the Fairy Beauty stockings which were developed with huge investment in Kaihuang Group would quickly be squeezed to death by Nanfang's black silk.    

    

Secondly, yesterday afternoon, the whole world knew that she was Lee Nanfang's wife. Which man would dare to secretly send a gift to her again? Feng Dashao was a good example.    

    

Therefore, both in public and in private, she could no longer fall out with Scumbag Lee.    

    

That icy look just now was just to protect her dignity.    

    

"I'm releasing her. Do you know if men and women are intimate with each other?"    

    

As soon as she entered the living room, Yue Zitong pushed Lee Nanfang away and walked quickly to the sofa to sit down. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at him, "Just now, what were you doing sneaking around?"    

    

"I feel like I'm being followed."    

    

Of course Lee Nanfang wouldn't tell her the truth.    

    

If he told her, Yue Zitong would immediately get cocky. She would put her hands on her hips and put on the airs of a landlord, telling him to get out of here quickly.    

    

Yue Zitong looked at him with a puzzled expression, "Being followed? Your reaction doesn't seem like you were being followed, it's more like you were followed by a ghost. "    

    

All intelligent women should go to hell.    

    

Secretly muttering these nine words, Lee Nanfang twitched his mouth in disdain and changed the topic: "What do you plan to do in the future?"    

    

Yue Zitong was stunned for a moment before she feigned ignorance. "What do you mean by 'what are we going to do'?"    

    

"If you don't want to say it, then forget it. Sleep."    

    

Jack stood up and was about to head to the guest room when Yue Zitong grabbed his arm and pulled him back onto the sofa. She blinked her watery eyes and said in a much softer tone, "Nanfang, what are you talking about?"    

    

"Don't act. There's only the two of us here, and no one else is here to watch.    

    

"Alright, then I'll listen to you."    

    

"Go get yourself a glass of water."    

    

"You don't have hands and feet?"    

    

"You'll get something."    

    

"What benefits? "Let's hear it first."    

    

"Forget it, I'll go and get it myself."    

    

"Ahh, Grandpa Li, please sit. I'll get you some water right away."    

    

Seeing that this guy was about to fall out, Yue Zitong, who had finally seen some light, did not dare to challenge his patience.    

    

"Boiling water, or brewing tea?"    

    

"Drinking tea at night, it's easy for me to lose sleep."    

    

Lee Nanfang shook his head, "Give me a beer."    

    

"Is beer water too?"    

    

"Forget it." I'm a bit sleepy. "    

    

"Don't. Which brand do you drink? "    

    

Yue Zitong held two bottles of beer in her left hand and two beer glasses in her right. She was dragging a white embroidered cotton wool with each of her hands as she abruptly walked over.    

    

"Can you not be sour?"    

    

Lee Nanfang took the wine cup and put his feet on the table. He said, "If you have that kind of strength, you might as well beat my legs."    

    

Yue Zitong sneered, "Hmph hmph, you want me to serve you? "This is …"    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't even look up as he interrupted her: "It's good."    

    

"Of course."    

    

Yue Zitong changed the topic of the conversation. She put down the wine cup, clenched her fists, and started beating Lee Nanfang's knees. She asked delicately, "Uncle, are you comfortable?"    

    

"Comfortable. If you can provide any other services, Yours Truly will be even more comfortable. "    

    

"Do you miss me, who served you like Croft?"    

    

"I would rather —"    

    

Lee Nanfang opened his eyes and saw that his aunt had started to grit her teeth. He quickly changed his words, "But I won't let you do that. After all, in theory, we were equal. How could I be ashamed to ask you to provide that kind of service for me unilaterally? "    

    

"As long as the benefits are sufficient, I will seriously consider it."    

    

Yue Zitong bent over, put her red lips on Lee Nanfang's ear and blew lightly.