Strongest Guard

After the girl had gone crazy, she would run around the mountains naked for ten months. She would no longer need to use the sun cream or fake eyelashes, but she still cherished the little life in her stomach.    

In front of the great motherhood, all evil and demonic things had to be avoided.    

Finally, on a thunderstorm night twenty-four years ago, a crazy girl gave birth.    

She gave birth to a baby boy.    

No matter how crazy she was, she was still able to distinguish between the handlebars.    

Only this child, under the constant thunder and lightning rumbling, the crazy woman really couldn't understand, whether she had given birth to a son or a father.    

Her son was even older than her father's age.    

The crazy woman collapsed completely. She screamed and threw the child away, then turned around and ran into the pouring rain.    

She didn't know how long she ran for, but after the heavy rain finally stopped, her humanity was slightly restored.    

No matter what the child looked like, and who had planted the seed, in the end, it was still her own son!    

Under the heavens, how could there be a mother who abandoned her own son?    

Then the mad woman ran back to the place of production.    

She had forgotten the name of the place, except that she had played there ever since she was a child, squatting on the ground and looking down at the deep moat below her.    

That place was the eight hundred horse trough!    

The mad woman returned to the trough, calling out, "My son, my son, where are you?"    

She searched all over the area near the trough for twenty-four years.    

She couldn't find her son. Where did he go?    

She was extremely regretful and blamed herself.    

This incomparable amount of remorse had caused her to wake up for a moment. She realized that her son might have long since been eaten by the tigers, wolves, and insects in the mountains.    

Then, she wanted to die, so she jumped straight into the tank.    

She did not die.    

Instead, it became the master of the tank.    

Due to the fright of the manger's special aura and environment, the crazy woman's illness had a great change.    

But it was strange.    

During the day, she was normal.    

At night, he went crazy again.    

Under normal circumstances, she would be able to recall every single detail of the past. She knew that she had let down the kindness of eight hundred of her fellow villagers by trespassing into the Monarch Valley, but in the end, she had received such a terrible retribution and was too ashamed to meet anyone.    

Thus, under normal circumstances, she would never be able to scare the horse.    

But when night fell, she was mad again — walking up and down below, always calling for her son.    

When she woke up during the day, she found a cave filled with poisonous snakes.    

It was a cave of snakes.    

So many unique poisonous snakes, to anyone was fatal.    

But for the mad woman — who could have imagined that the snakes would prostrate themselves on the ground to worship her after seeing her?    

She would be surprised.    

But no matter how surprised he was, was it even more puzzling for him to be wrapped up by something that looked like a python and be forced to become pregnant than when he had been exploring the Monarch Valley the night before?    

The snakes worshiped her, that was their business.    

She just wanted to use their cave as a shelter.    

After many years, the crazy woman had made herself a coffin and a set of table and chairs.    

Desks and chairs were used for eating and thinking.    

A coffin was something that could be used for sleeping.    

She felt that she, as a bad woman, who had abandoned her own son, was not qualified to sleep in a bed. It was as if she were not qualified to go out.    

She had decided to die in the snake den under the trough — in the coffin, wasn't it?    

In this special environment, after getting along with the snakes for a long time, the crazy girl would lie down in the coffin after midnight and fall into a deep slumber. She would only wake up when the new sun rose, and even if lightning and thunder struck her ears, she would still fall asleep.    

Within these few hours, she would dream.    

She always dreamed of a man in a black dragon robe. She dreamed of her son growing up day by day and becoming handsome.    

She even dreamt that the man in the dragon robe always wanted to kill her son!    

Whenever that happened, in her dreams, she would become extremely irritable. She only wanted to use her fangs and fangs to tear that man to shreds.    

He didn't care what the man said. The son belonged to both of them!    

His son was only alive to be his father's host.    

Sooner or later, when I train to a certain extent, I will break open my son's chest and fly freely in the blue sky and white clouds.    

However, as my cultivation base grew higher and higher, I suddenly realized that the expert from the Nine Hell sect had lied to me.    

I lied to him!    

The big boss satisfied Lao Yang's request and found a pretty girl to give birth to a Premature Failure Child for him to keep and grow.    

However, when he happily ran into Lee Nanfang's body, the Da Na then arranged for a very evil organization to search for him.    

It had been a thousand years.    

First, there was the Raging Flames. Then, the Black Dragon would emerge from the netherworld and be stored in Lee Nanfang's body.    

All of this was just a trap.    

A thousand years ago, some of the major powers set up this trap for Lao Yang.    

Let him hide in his son's body, father and son fight against the flames together, and then Little Beauty would hug him to the left and to the right, happy for the rest of his life isn't good?    

Why did he have to run out to stir up trouble? Why did he have to stir up a bloody storm?    

In the history of recent generations, the Chinese people have suffered a lot from being oppressed by foreign races. It was hard for them to make it to a prosperous world, so why are you still tormenting yourself?    

After learning that he had been tricked, Lao Yang hated the Nine Hell Great Hand with hatred, hated Lee Nanfang, who had locked onto his primordial spirit, and hated this Rang Qiankun!    

However, besides the fact that his liver was not good to hate, it could also have an effect?    

As long as he didn't want to die, when Lee Nanfang was in danger, he would have to fight alongside him in a storm against an enemy.    

Especially when faced with the pursuit of the raging flames, after Lao Yang saw Yang Xiao's terror, he fell into deep thought — — Okay, it was fear.    

He was pondering why Yang Xiao wanted to be surnamed Yang.    

Why did someone with the surname Yang kill someone with that surname Yang?    

Could it be that Yang Xiao's bloodline was left behind by his elder brother Yang Yong?    

If that was the case, it would be hard to say.    

Lao Yang was not afraid of the heavens or the earth, but he was afraid of his big brother, Yang Yong.    

All that Guain did in the past was a bit too much.    

After killing his elder brother, nephew, and the others, he also sent the beautiful elder sister-in-law to the harem.    

"Let's not talk anymore. If you continue, I will go crazy. "I regret that I did not follow the steps back then, turning Big Sui into an iron empire that will last for generations to come."    

Lao Yang waved his fists and said harshly to Lee Nanfang, "Now, we father and son must give up our hatred and join hands to fight against that evil organization. You can't die, and neither can I. "    

Who is father and son with you?    

Lee Nanfang sneered in his heart. However, he was afraid that this old thing would go crazy, so he could only nod and say Ala.    

Lao Yang swung his sleeves and shouted, "Lonely King has escaped!" Suddenly, Lee Nanfang thought of something and shouted, "Hey, why is your surname Yang and mine is Li?"    

"Because my mother's surname is Yang, so my surname is also Yang."    

A cold voice sounded in Lee Nanfang's ears: "As for why you're surnamed Li, you still have to ask your parents. Ask me, how would I know? I'm not your father. "    

"What?"    

Lee Nanfang was stunned and opened his eyes.    

A dark blue sky.    

A gentle breeze.    

The cry of a seagull came from the nearby beach.    

The moon shone brightly in the sky, illuminating the horizon in the distance!    

Also, Yang Xiao's face, under the moonlight, was so handsome that it made people hate him.    

"Didn't you ask me why I'm surnamed Yang while you're surnamed Li?"    

The phrase "just shine if you give me some sunshine" refers to people like Yang Xiao.    

When he fell into the water, he was as scared as a soft-footed shrimp.    

However, as long as he was on land, he would be the undisputed number one expert in this world!    

Even a bird man like Lao Hu had to admit it.    

Oh, who could it be blamed on?    

Who told Yang Xiao to be so young while Lao Hu had already turned yellow yesterday?    

Looking at Yang Xiao's handsome face, Lee Nanfang was stupefied for a full three minutes before gradually recalling it.    

Even after surviving a great disaster, he still did not feel the loss of memories. It was simply too good.    

Lee Nanfang thought of him climbing up the bow with Yang Xiao on his back, but in the end, his black peony fell and cut off the rope. Lee Nanfang fell into the churning sea and was soon knocked unconscious by a wave.    

When he woke up again, he was on an isolated island.    

What a beautiful island.    

Judging by the size of the island, it should not exceed ten acres.    

Liu Yuxi's "Bandits" once said that although the sparrow was small, it was well-equipped. Although the island was small, it had coconut trees, spring water, sand beaches and thatched huts.    

Each island was a mountain on the seabed.    

The peak of this mountain had only been exposed. It was unknown how many years it had been here, but it was rarely visited.    

Because it was located far away from the safe route, the sea was full of reefs. When a large ship came here, they would bump into the reef and then sink into it.    

With such a small and hairless speciality, the navigators would only come here if they were stupid.    

A clear spring flowed from the top of the island into the sea.    

The thatched hut was newly built. There were two of them.    

One on the left, one on the right.    

The left side was bigger and looked clean.    

The one on the right was smaller and looked a little messy.    

Behind the thatched cottage, there seemed to be smoke rising from the kitchen. It had the smell of roasted fish. It continuously teased Lee Nanfang's sense of smell and made his stomach grumble.    

"Where is this?"    

Lee Nanfang asked after staring blankly for a long time.    

"The island."    

Yang Xiao replied with the same cool tone as when he had his hands behind his back and turned around to look at the full moon.    

"I know it's an island. I mean, where is this island? "    

Lee Nanfang turned around and tried to sit up, but he frowned. His body was soft and he looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness.    

"How should I know?"    

Yang Xiao's cold reply made Lee Nanfang extremely regretful.    

Why did he have to jump into the sea to save him?    

Some people just couldn't pity him.    

"Do you regret going down to the sea to save me that day?"    

Yang Xiao, who had his back to Lee Nanfang, asked this question and it made him think of something.    

But then he started to feel disgusted.    

The two men are all alike, all right?    

Lee Nanfang pouted and said lightly: "Anyway, I've already saved you. What's the point of regretting it now?"    

"You can kill me again."    

"Are you kidding?"    

"When you're bored, just a joke to pass the time."    

As Yang Xiao said that, he sat on a rock not far away and lifted his hand to lift up the hair by his ear.    

This action was very feminine.    

Especially when he retracted his hand, he even raised an Orchid Finger.    

It was incomparably elegant and graceful.    

However, it made Lee Nanfang feel nauseous and didn't want to look at him again.    

Looking back at the thatched hut, he asked, "Then you should know how long I slept for right?"    

"He's unconscious."    

Yang Xiao corrected him, "Don't put gold on your face."    

"Hai."    

Lee Nanfang sighed, "Well, I passed out. "Excuse me, Mr. Yang, how long have I been unconscious for?"    

"Seven days. Seven nights."    

Yang Xiao looked at him and said lightly.