Strongest Guard

It was terrifyingly malevolent.    

However, his eyes were filled with unspeakable panic.    

And self-abasement.    

It was almost impossible. He could kill whoever he wanted, so why would he panic when he was killing someone?    

Could it be that she couldn't kill Zhan Hsingshen?    

Of course not.    

She panicked because her greatest secret had been discovered.    

This was like a proud youth who had just discovered the benefits of his left hand's five fingers and was hiding in a corner of the school, madly rolling his eyes at the beautiful teacher's portrait that he was admiring, only to be discovered by his opponent —    

Worried that they would be exposed and become the laughingstock of the entire school, he could only stop their mouths at the cost of everything he could do.    

But, why would she feel inferior?    

An existence like the King, whether he was a man or a woman, could be said to be perfect. Even the snow lotuses at Tianshan Mountain would withdraw their flowers like mimosa when they saw her. Why should she feel inferior?    

It was because she was a man and a woman.    

Suddenly, no matter how handsome a man was or how good-looking he was, no man would like him.    

Otherwise, Yang Xiao was doing that kind of thing in bed with her favorite Scumbag Lee, and just as she was getting excited, she suddenly became a man — — I believe Lee Nanfang will collapse, right?    

The omnipotent Yang Xiao, if her heart wasn't moved by someone, then she would be a perfect and cold-blooded existence.    

However, when she cared about a man and secretly wished to be like a normal girl, having her love and living a happy life, she could only feel inferiority and envy all the normal girls.    

When a person was about to die, their heart was one thing, but their mind would also turn extremely fast.    

It was as though his brain knew that if he didn't hurry up now, he wouldn't have another chance in the future.    

Zhan Hsingshen's clear thoughts rushed out from the surrounding fear. He rushed to the moment Yang Xiao's right hand was about to pierce him and screamed, "I have a way to let you have love!"    

Time seemed to stand still.    

Following Zhan Hsingshen's scream.    

The five fingertips of Yang Xiao's right hand had already touched Zhan Hsingshen's scalp. When it was about to pierce through, it suddenly froze and stopped moving.    

This was Yang Xiao.    

Moving like a rabbit, calm as a virgin.    

The power of control itself was perfect.    

"I, I have a way, can, can let you get Li Wei's love."    

When Yang Xiao's claws suddenly stopped, Zhan Hsingshen finally confirmed that what she had analyzed in the blink of an eye was completely correct.    

Her heart almost jumped out of her throat.    

Cold sweat, bigger than soybeans, rolled down from his pale forehead.    

Breathing was like a heavy bellows lacking oil.    

His entire body was weak without any strength. The reason he was still standing was because the back of his neck was being held by Yang Xiao.    

This was a feeling that was even worse than death.    

In the meantime, it was filled with the ecstasy and excitement of a newborn.    

He just wanted to celebrate by crying loudly.    

But she did not dare to cry.    

This was because Zhan Hsingshen was very clear that the king was a fickle person. A good person who was smiling just a moment ago would instantly reveal her devil's fierce face.    

What Zhan Hsingshen needed to do now was to make use of the impact that her words had made on the king. Before it passed, he would reiterate that he could help her achieve her long-cherished wish and obtain her mercy.    

She had succeeded.    

The claws on Yang Xiao's right hand slowly contracted as he loosened his grip on her neck.    

Zhan Hsingshen immediately fell limply to the ground like a pile of mud, tears gushing out from his eyes.    

It was only then that she clearly realized, no matter how firm her willpower was before she died, after walking a circle around the gates of hell, she would deeply understand the true meaning of "better to die than to live".    

A person who had died once would treasure every second of their life even more.    

"The weather is really good tonight."    

Yang Xiao looked up at the moon with a calm expression and said gently.    

She was obviously lying with her eyes wide open.    

If she said the weather was good, she meant tonight.    

Is the weather good tonight?    

Just an hour ago, lightning and thunder were still crackling, and rain fell like a torrential downpour.    

Yang Xiao lied with his eyes wide open because she was in a good mood.    

Mm, it's really good.    

Just like when she went to the hospital to check her body, saying that she had AIDS and would soon die, she was at a loss in what to do, only to be told that she had been misdiagnosed — she would feel that life was wonderful after she scolded the doctor.    

The almighty King said something, how could Zhan Hsingshen dare to cry again. He quickly nodded and said yes, tonight's weather was definitely the best ever since Earth's existence.    

Yang Xiao smiled faintly and looked down at her: "Does your shoulder still hurt?"    

"No, it doesn't hurt. It's really not painful at all! "    

Zhan Hsingshen hurriedly got up and remembered that her shoulder was injured.    

Although the wound wasn't very deep, the blood had already dyed her shoulders red.    

With so much blood, she must have hurt.    

However, no matter how painful it was, she would still say that it wasn't painful.    

She was afraid that if she said it was painful, the king would make her feel no pain, even if her arms were forcibly removed from her body in the future.    

"Ai, with so much blood, how could it not hurt? "Silly child."    

Yang Xiao had a merciful look on his face. He sighed and took out a few small items from his pocket.    

Several porcelain bottles and a white handkerchief.    

The handkerchief had long since been soaked by the rain, but it still exuded an eerie orchid-like fragrance.    

"This is a healing panacea that I personally concocted. With your little injury, you only need to apply it once. After you've recovered from your injuries, there won't be any scars left on you. "    

Yang Xiao spoke slowly, using Zhan Hsingshen's old clothes to help her wipe the blood around the wound.    

He also took out some white, black and the like ointments from a few small porcelain bottles. After smearing them on his palm, he moved them towards Zhan Hsingshen's wounds.    

Zhan Hsingshen really wanted to tell His Majesty that with her lowly body, even if she was injured, it wouldn't affect her appearance in the city, so he decided not to waste the elixir that His Majesty had personally made.    

She just wanted to say this, but she didn't think so.    

For she knew very well that if the king said that her wounds would leave no scar at all when they were applied with these ointments, they would certainly not leave any scar — but these ointments would certainly contain other drugs that would have no effect on the healing process.    

For example, a beauty who could overdraft the allure of a woman.    

But she did not dare to say these words, any more than she dared to refuse the king himself the kindness of dressing her wounds.    

Otherwise, the king would immediately fall out with him.    

Thinking that he might end up like Hua Yeshen, suffering cruel torture at a certain moment every day, Zhan Hsingshen wanted to cry again.    

When Yang Xiao used a white handkerchief to bandage Zhan Hsingshen's wound, he casually asked, "Do you remember the crickets that we played together when we were young?"    

"The crickets?"    

Zhan Hsingshen, who was feeling miserable in his heart, repeated himself and an ugly black bug appeared in front of his eyes.    

As the name implies, crickets are shaped like crickets, or crickets.    

The crickets were a specialty of the Flame Valley, and could only live in dark and damp crevices in the mountains. They had no wings, and they did not have the two powerful legs that only crickets could use, but they could produce the chirping of crickets.    

In addition to being able to learn crickets' chirping, the crickets, which could never see the light of day, also had a major characteristic, which was that when their heads were pulled off and their stomachs cut open, they could still live a long time.    

Which of the Flame Valley's little friends wouldn't like such a fun worm?    

At that time, the king was not as scary as he was at that time. When he was just a lively child like Zhan Hsingshen, they would often go to the mountain crevices behind the Xuanyuan Temple to find these fun crickets to play with.    

Take their heads off and see whose crickets live to the end.    

When the king no longer bothered to share their joy, Zhan Hsingshen found out that the cricket bug had another name.    

Zombie worm.    

The thing that could live for a long time after its head was pulled off, wasn't that just a zombie?    

Although Zhan Hsingshen was no longer a six or seven year old naughty kid and the good life he had during the match with His Majesty was long gone, how could he forget about such an interesting bug?    

Thus, when she heard the news of the crickets, she was stunned for a moment. Then, like a movie, her beautiful childhood appeared before her, causing her to instantly realize something.    

Zhan Hsingshen's eyes lit up and he nodded his head: "I remember, I remember. How can I not remember crickets? I remember more, playing crickets with your majesty. "    

She thought that the king had mentioned the crickets because he was thinking of their good childhood.    

A six or seven year old child playing together would at most take half an hour to become his best friend.    

What's more, Zhan Hsingshen and Yang Xiao had been playing since they were three years old, all the way until they were six or seven years old?    

She still clearly remembered when the King had just passed his birthday on the third day of the third month, he was carried away by the Great Elder. When he told them that the King would not easily see them again, they even cried loudly.    

"The king must have mentioned the crickets because he thought of our happy childhood. I should seize this opportunity to make love to her and thus forgive me. "    

Zhan Hsingshen's brain had never worked so fast before.    

He was ecstatic and opened his mouth to say something, but the Pupillary Pupil suddenly shrank back!    

My lord, my great lord!    

Talking about crickets is not about recalling happy childhood with Zhan Hsingshen.    

Instead, she wanted to use the crickets to "euphemistically" express a message to Zhan Hsingshen: "Do you remember the topic we discussed when we played crickets together?"    

Only the children of Flame Valley, who were playing with the crickets, had the wishful thinking, "Can you make the crickets into a miraculous medicine and use it on people? "That way, you can keep your body alive even after your head falls off."    

Zombie!    

This word was like a powerful electric current that was emitted from Jack's brain and drilled into her limbs and bones, causing her stomach to become extremely active. She quickly lowered her head and opened her mouth, spitting out the word 'wah'.    

When the almighty king grew up, he used her medical skills. After countless failures, she finally realized their childhood dream — to successfully develop a medicine that could turn a person into a zombie after death, at her mercy.    

Zhan Hsingshen would rather die.    

A thousand deaths, ten thousand deaths — three hundred and sixty a day, and she didn't want to be a cricket bug.    

"After you vomit, go take a bath. "I will bring you back to the Green Mountain, then you can have a good rest."    

Looking at Zhan Hsingshen, who was kneeling in the mud with his hands on the ground and his head lowered, Yang Xiao lightly said that and walked towards the car with his hands behind his back.    

Since Zhan Hsingshen had "enlightened" her, this saved her from wasting her breath.    

She firmly believed that Zhan Hsingshen, who had been poisoned by zombie poison, would never commit suicide again.    

"Do you also want to use the zombie poison on Lee Nanfang?" "That way, I can fulfill the last wishes of the ancestors, but also …"    

When he opened the car door, Yang Xiao suddenly thought of something.    

It was just that Lee Nanfang, who had lost his head, could no longer speak nonsense to her like this.    

Then, would it be very, very boring?