Strongest Guard

How the gossamer gentleman had flown out and crashed into someone, including the people who had smashed several tables, and how many people had screamed out in terror, Chiang Morann did not see or hear.    

    

At this moment, there was only one voice in her world, one person.    

    

Lee Nanfang's voice, Lee Nanfang's people.    

    

When Lee Nanfang's voice came from the front, Chiang Morann felt all the blood in her body suddenly stop, her mind was completely blank, and her body staggered. Instinctively, she reached out her hand to support herself on the table, but her eyes were as if they were being sucked in by an iron ore as she stared at the ponytail guy in front of her.    

    

Not only did the ponytail guy have a ponytail, he also had a mustache.    

    

But in Chiang Morann's heart, even if he was missing an ear and was bald, he was still the most handsome man in the world.    

    

After being stunned for a long time, she suddenly let out a cry and threw herself into his arms.    

    

All because he was Lee Nanfang.    

    

Lee Nanfang had used only a small knife, yet he was able to send the gentleman from the Spiked Dragon flying. This scene was clearly seen by the onlookers.    

    

Some of the beauties who were crying out in surprise earlier quickly regained their courage, their eyes shining, their hands holding onto their chests as if they were afraid of her, while in the depths of their heart, they were wildly shouting, "Trash, quickly get up, rush forward, and ruthlessly beat that horsetail pervert into a dog. it would be better to have the intestines and the brains -- "    

    

Many of the seemingly quiet and refined beauties actually had evil factors hidden deep within their bones.    

    

It was just like how they were cowardly as mice, but would always listen to ghost stories late into the night. Their personalities were so complicated that it would cause one to have a headache.    

    

But what made the beauties disappointed and angered was that the gentleman who was sent flying by the kick did not pounce on the couple who were hugging each other as they had expected. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "Brothers, the wind is tight, let's go!"    

    

"You don't have any seed, scram!"    

    

When the Thorny Dragon Gentleman brought his three companions out of the bar entrance, Beautiful Young Woman, who was dressed in fine clothes, could no longer suppress the rage in her heart. She screamed as she grabbed a wine cup and threw it at him.    

    

It struck the back of the gentleman's head and shattered into several pieces.    

    

"Who the hell dares to smash this old man with a cup?!" Who is it? Stand out here, I'll kill her! "    

    

The gentleman with the thorny dragon head hugged his head and turned around. With a savage expression, he bellowed at the crowd, asking who it was.    

    

This is really a coward.    

    

He could clearly see the young woman in the skimpy short dress, stunned by her impulsive actions, and even if he were to rush forward and throw her down on the table — her pale, frightened boyfriend didn't dare let out a fart — all he could do was yell and run away with the others.    

    

After leading a few of his companions out of the bar, the Dragon Gentleman ran to the other side of the road and said to Mrs. Jinghong who was standing under the car kiosk, "Madam, what do you think about our act just now? It's wonderful, isn't it? "    

    

Mrs. Jinghong sighed. "Sigh, I'll give you guys a gift."    

    

The gentleman with the dragon tattoo seemed to sense something, and his smile immediately became unnatural. "Madam, please speak."    

    

"Pig."    

    

Beautiful Woman was Beautiful Woman. Even when she said the word 'pig', she was still extremely graceful.    

    

The Dragon Gentleman immediately opened his mouth and retorted in a low voice, "Aren't we much stronger than pigs?"    

    

They must be better than pigs.    

    

At least pigs don't come to the bar to drink.    

    

Lee Nanfang immediately understood what was going on after hearing that exaggerated scream.    

    

While they didn't know whether to laugh or cry in their hearts, they were also very grateful to the Tenth Uncle and his wife.    

    

For Lee Nanfang and Chiang Morann to meet, they arranged a unique "hero saving the beauty" phase.    

    

Although he had found a few actors to put on a performance that was not much better than that of a pig, it was still possible to trick Chiang Morann.    

    

If he let Fox Helan arrange this matter, then those brothers who pretended to be a hooligan to tease a woman from a good family would have no way of stopping their work, no matter how many times they tried.    

    

"Hey, how do you bite?"    

    

When Lee Nanfang, who was carrying Wen Xiang, looked out of the window at the waiting booth on the other side of the road and slightly nodded his head, his right shoulder was in pain.    

    

It was Chiang Morann who opened her mouth and took a fierce bite.    

    

After crying out in pain, Sister Morann lifted her kind face. "I want to see if I'm dreaming." Or is it that he's already dead? "    

    

"You're not dreaming, and you're not dead. "I can give you my word on these two points."    

    

Lee Nanfang rubbed his shoulder and asked in confusion, "But you should bite yourself to see if you're dreaming or not."    

    

"It hurts when I bite myself. Do you think I'm stupid?"    

    

Chiang Morann said as she threw her arms around his neck. She did not care how many melons there were around her, she just kissed him passionately.    

    

If it was in the past, she wouldn't have dared to take the initiative to express her love for him, even if it was to beat Chiang Morann to death.    

    

But now, she didn't have the slightest psychological burden and could do as she pleased.    

    

My red lips, I'm in charge.    

    

After experiencing too many hardships, no matter how introverted a woman was, she would still become spicy.    

    

This was because they knew very well that losing face after the pain of losing their loved one was actually not worth anything.    

    

More than half a year ago, Yue Zitong had lost her beloved Little Nephew.    

    

Just last night, she'd lost her virginity again.    

    

In the courtyard of the Yue Clan that had more than a dozen members in the outer sect, the dignified Patriarch of Yue Family was actually killed by a strong woman.    

    

Although, due to her desperate resistance, she had shot and injured that strange thing that emitted a rotten stench, forcefully ending the 'highest realm', she was still tainted in the end.    

    

She could not understand why her fate would be so disastrous.    

    

Why did the heavens have to do this to her!    

    

The cruel reality that made her lose her beloved Little Nephew after she became a puppet in the Yue Clan was unbearable. Why arrange for a monster to sully her during her and Lee Nanfang's wedding night?    

    

God damn you, are you going to let me live?    

    

Whenever she thought of that shameful and terrifying scene, Yue Zitong would always want to kill someone.    

    

Only by killing would she be able to dispel the anger in her heart!    

    

But who should he kill?    

    

Who were the guards killed?    

    

Or kill Zong Gaang?    

    

I can't kill any of them.    

    

She had done her best to protect her safety.    

    

In the end, she was still killed — that monster, it could only be said, was not something that a normal human could deal with.    

    

Furthermore, she could not reveal this matter to the public. Otherwise, if word of this got out, Patriarch Yue's reputation would become extremely bad.    

    

Since his teeth had been shattered, he could only swallow it with his blood.    

    

"In the future, I won't be giving birth to a Ghost Infant, right?"    

    

Yue Zitong, who was working in the study room, suddenly had that thought. She jumped in fright and quickly slapped her lips, muttering, "Yue Zitong, have you gone crazy or are you stupid? How can you have such a disgusting thought? "Besides, that monster doesn't seem to have --"    

    

Patriarch Yue's mumbling was interrupted by a knock on the door.    

    

"Who?"    

    

She was startled again and quickly pinched her leg as she asked in a low voice.    

    

"Eldest Miss, it's me, Zong Gaang."    

    

Zong Gaang's voice came from outside the door.    

    

"Oh, come in."    

    

Taking a deep breath to calm her inexplicably agitated heart, Yue Zitong straightened her sitting posture.    

    

Zong Gaang choked on the smell of the smoke as he pushed the door open and walked in.    

    

With a cough, he opened the window.    

    

The gentle wind outside the window and the bright sunlight immediately rushed in, taking away those turbid things.    

    

"Eldest Miss, you should stop smoking from now on. This thing is harmful to your health."    

    

Looking at the ashtray that was full of cigarette butts, Zong Gaang advised tactfully.    

    

"Mm, I'll remember it."    

    

Yue Zitong nodded her head perfunctorily and put out the cigarette she had just smoked in the ashtray.    

    

The cigarette she was smoking now was not the "special" cigarette Helan Xiaoxin had left her.    

    

For more than half a year, she had been trying to control herself and take at most one pill a day.    

    

It wasn't that Yue Zitong was gone after she finished her inventory.    

    

He was afraid that if he smoked too much, he would not be able to smoke any other cigarettes. As a result, his addiction would only grow.    

    

She wanted to become the Yue Clan's Wu Zetian.    

    

In order to achieve this great goal, taking care of the dragon's body is the first factor.    

    

This was the only reason why Aunt Yue didn't immediately commit suicide to protect her innocence when she had been killed by the monster.    

    

Back then, before Wu Zetian became the emperor, he had served the father and son of Li Er and nearly died many times in the hands of Empress Wang and Xiao Shuren.    

    

Only through hard work could one rise to greatness.    

    

But there was no doubt that once Patriarch Yue found out that the monster was someone in disguise, and was also in the Celestial Land, she would have a noble name. Hehe, she would not kill his entire family — did she really think that Yue Zitong, the noble patriarch, was a fish that could be slaughtered by anyone under any circumstances?    

    

"Is the result out yet?"    

    

Looking at the folder in Zong Gaang's hands, Yue Zitong narrowed her eyes slightly. Instantly, a vicious atmosphere filled the room.    

    

The bright sunlight that shone in became much dimmer.    

    

Inside Zong Gaang's folder, there was a blood test report.    

    

The sample used in this report was from the night she was shot and then spilled on the quilt.    

    

Originally, in order to protect Patriarch Yue's supreme dignity, she didn't want to tell anyone about this matter.    

    

Furthermore, Zong Gaang wouldn't ask any questions.    

    

But if it went on like this!    

    

Damn it, it felt like he had a lump in his throat.    

    

Let Aunt Yue eat not fragrant, sleep insomnia, wearing two black eye circles working look very beautiful?    

    

There was nothing ancient people could not tell others!    

    

After a few days of nightmare, Yue Zitong finally made up her mind. She took out the evidence of a crime left at the scene and told it to Zong Gaang truthfully.    

    

Even though Zong Gaang vaguely guessed something that night, after hearing the truth from her, he was still so shocked that he almost fainted.    

    

Patriarch Yue, a dignified young girl, was forced to do something in her own bedroom. This was a huge domestic and foreign event, yet it was done by a monster that reeked of rotting energy.    

    

This … this was simply outrageous!    

    

Who was that monster?    

    

After all, Yue Zitong had said that the smell of rotting corpses was in the mouth of the monster.    

    

According to the unscientific explanation of the people, this was most likely a rotting corpse.    

    

Whose — Corrupt Corpse?    

    

Lee Nanfang?    

    

At that time, the two of them couldn't help but shiver when they thought of this name.    

    

If that thing was really a rotten corpse, then Lee Nanfang could only say that his aunt wouldn't be satisfied with him marrying someone else after his death, so she borrowed the corpse to return the soul to him and came running over on the wedding night to take away what was supposed to be his.    

    

Both of them had the same thought, but they would never say it out loud.    

    

Isn't that too scary?    

    

After shifting her gaze from the folder in Zong Gaang's hand, Yue Zitong picked up the teacup as if nothing had happened.    

    

Zong Gaang put the folder on the desk. After hesitating for a moment, he said softly, "Miss, we found that person."    

    

"Cough!"    

    

Yue Zitong, who had just taken a sip of water, trembled upon hearing Nie Tian's words, and choked on her drink with a shake of her hand.    

    

Before she could even cough, she suddenly raised her head and fiercely asked, "Who is it!?"