Strongest Guard

Just as Yue Qingke was showing a special manliness, he turned around to see Yang Xiao's reaction.    

However, he found that the window was empty.    

Not only Yang Xiao, even the female corpse, Wang Lian, who was originally curled up in a corner of the room also disappeared along with Yang Xiao.    

Only Yue Qingke and the bodyguard's corpse was left in the private room of the teahouse.    

Only then did he realize that his back was completely drenched in cold sweat.    

Yue Qingke took out his phone with trembling hands. It took him a full minute to dial a certain number.    

He instructed the people left outside to come here and take care of the corpses.    

He held on to the wall and slowly walked out. He waited until he sat back in the car that brought him here before he could finally enjoy the taste of living.    

Too terrifying.    

If possible, Yue Qingke would never want to confront Yang Xiao head on again in this lifetime.    

That required courage to face death head-on.    

He was afraid of death.    

The interior of the car was extremely quiet.    

On the back seat, there was a pair of eyes staring at Yue Qingke.    

Duan Xiang, who was already a wife, should have given his all to comfort her husband at this moment.    

However, there was a trace of contempt in her eyes when she looked at Yue Qingke.    

After a long while, Duan Xiang asked, "Does she agree to kill Lee Nanfang?"    

There was no concern for her husband, only concern for the things she hated.    

When Yue Qingke heard Duan Xiang's first sentence, he suddenly felt a bit sad.    

At the end of the day, it was both a combination of benefits. The two of them had only married for the same purpose, there was no need for them to talk about such ethereal feelings.    

Yue Qingke calmed down and shook his head: "You should be able to guess that she won't agree."    

"Then she agreed to kill Yue Zitong?"    

"I don't know."    

"Don't know?" "Then what exactly did you do in there, drink tea and admire the moon?"    

Duan Xiang was infuriated.    

When she found out that Yue Qingke had the opportunity to threaten Yang Xiao's killing machine, she ran all the way from the Dali to Ming Zhu regardless of her unhealthy body.    

The two of them discussed for a long time before deciding on how to use Yang Xiao.    

He couldn't let King Xuanyuan kill Lee Nanfang.    

Duan Xiang could understand.    

How come he wasn't even sure about the result when it came to killing Yue Zitong?    

She wanted to ask Yue Qingke what he had done.    

Yue Qingke was indifferent to Duan Xiang's questioning.    

"Duan Xiang, I have told you before that threatening Yang Xiao is akin to trying to get into a fight with a tiger.    

If we are not careful, we will lose our lives.    

It's already very good that I can survive. Do you still want me to sign some contract with that devil and use handprints to bet on it?    

It doesn't really matter whether she agrees or not.    

My main purpose for coming here is to test it out.    

To see if this piece of Xuanyuan Dang was as mystical as the legends said.    

It's settled now.    

That was enough.    

No matter if she kills Yue Zitong or not, I will never give her the Xuanyuan Dang.    

Do you understand? "    

Yue Qingke said with a cold face.    

As he said, regardless of whether Yang Xiao did as he was told, he would not give up on that key piece of jade.    

Personally, it was Yue Qingke's amulet.    

With the Xuanyuan Dang, his life was not in danger.    

In the long run, the Xuanyuan Dang was the most important object in the Yue Clan's inheritance, and was also the Yue Clan's protective talisman.    

The jade was with the Yue Clan.    

These two conditions alone were enough to prove that Yue Qingke did not sincerely want to make a deal with Yang Xiao.    

Duan Xiang looked at Yue Qingke, who was obviously impatient, and sighed helplessly.    

She did not intend to press any further.    

The two of them were only using their relationship, what kind of unreserved trust were they counting on?    

"Tell me, where do we go next?"    

Duan Xiang asked casually.    

Yue Qingke's mood was a lot better as he smiled and said, "Let's go back to Beijing." We have to attend the wedding of Holan Fusu and Lin Yiting. If we're lucky, maybe we'll be able to attend Yue Zitong's funeral. "    

Yue Qingke looked forward with hope in his eyes.    

Duan Xiang said no more and was about to order the driver to drive.    

At that moment, the melodious sound of a phone ringing rang. Duan Xiang picked up his phone and a moment later —    

"Qingke, we might not need to return to Beijing."    

"Why?"    

Yue Qingke asked in shock.    

At this moment, the Great Elder and Zhan Hsingshen asked the same question.    

Why?    

Why did Yang Xiao suddenly ask for her to arrange a trip overnight to send her to Beijing? Other than Lee Sujin and Wang Lian, no one else was allowed to accompany her.    

It was still fine during the day, but why did the king become so unstable after only half a night?    

"There's no need to ask so much. Just arrange for a plane to Beijing. At the latest, tomorrow afternoon, I will feel that the city is the closest to the eight hundred. Let Elder You and the others wait for me there. "    

Yang Xiao didn't have much of an explanation.    

If he gave the order, someone else would have to carry it out.    

Zhan Hsingshen hurriedly contacted Lee Muchen, other than this matter.    

The Great Clan Elder was stunned for a long time, but he could not help but ask, "Your Majesty, what urgent matter do you have? Do you want me to wake Lee Nanfang up and have him accompany you there? "    

"No need, let him rest well. I'm not a three-year-old and I don't need anyone to take care of me. "    

Yang Xiao was swift and decisive.    

He brought Lee Sujin and Wang Lian downstairs and left General Hospital of Mingzhu, using their fastest speed to hurry to the airport.    

The Great Elder who was baffled in Mo Wuji's heart was chanting an incantation. At this time, he actually started the god-like Profound Sect deduction technique again.    

A moment later.    

His eyes opened, and his aged face changed to an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.    

"A coincidence, a mistake. He can actually reverse the situation. This is truly marvelous. Let him do as he pleases."    

The Great Elder finally mumbled to himself as he walked back to the resting room to continue his fantasy.    

The journey from Ming Zhu to Beijing would take two hours.    

There were also people waiting to pick up the plane, which greatly shortened the time they had to wait.    

When Yang Xiao arrived near the Yue Clan's residence in Beijing, it was the latter half of the night.    

It was also in accordance with the old saying: "The moon is dark and the winds are strong. It is time to kill people."    

Did she really intend to kill Yue Zitong?    

That's right, Yang Xiao thought so.    

Very few people knew the importance of Xuanyuan Dang. Before Yang Xiao saw that piece of jade, he didn't remember anything.    

Until tonight, when Yue Qingke appeared.    

It was only then that she realized that another unknown secret in King Xuanyuan's thousand year old inheritance had revolved around the Xuanyuan Dang.    

No one should underestimate this piece of jade.    

It was even more important to Lee Nanfang than anyone else.    

Forget about Yue Zitong, Loong Chengcheng and the others, even if Yue Qingke wanted her life, Yang Xiao could trade the Xuanyuan Dang for Lee Nanfang's life. She wouldn't hesitate at all.    

Therefore, he could only apologize to Yue Zitong in advance.    

If he had to blame someone, he could only blame his aunt for being too arrogant and despotic.    

Even more blaming was that this woman couldn't even preserve her family's family heirloom and had already fallen into the hands of others. She didn't know that she was in a hurry to snatch it back.    

Under the night sky, the huge Yue Clan Old Residence was like an ancient beast in deep sleep.    

The guards dutifully patrolled the vicinity of Patriarch Yue's residence.    

Especially in front of the Patriarch's room, Wang Yang's eyes were wide open like a gatekeeper.    

No matter what happened, as Patriarch Yue's bodyguard, no matter how much she sacrificed her life, no one was allowed to take a step inside. Even her most respected, Director-general Jinghong, was treated the same way.    

However, she was able to obstruct others from entering.    

But it couldn't stop Patriarch Yue from taking the initiative to leave the room.    

With a creak, the door opened.    

Yue Zitong walked out with a thin coat. Compared to a month ago, when she had just gotten married, she looked much more radiant.    

At this moment, Yue Zitong had clearly become much more haggard.    

Wang Yang backed off silently and made a path for the door.    

In the past few days, she had gotten used to Patriarch Yue walking out of her room and sitting in the courtyard in a daze, even though it hadn't reached midnight yet.    

Counting the time, it had only been a little more than a week.    

That night, Yue Zitong woke up from a nightmare and shouted, "Someone is trying to assassinate me."    

That scene scared everyone in the Yue Clan.    

Only then did Zong Gaang manage to get a guard in the Yue Clan's courtyard.    

Wang Yang and Chen Xing even took turns to stand vigil, not daring to slack off in the slightest.    

No one could understand why Patriarch Yue would suddenly suffer from the delusions of being persecuted, as they all felt that someone might come to kill her.    

He had to find out why.    

It was probably because he had done too much in the dark.    

It was because that scumbag Lee Nanfang had done something that Yue Zitong couldn't endure without realizing it.    

Aunt Yue did not think of a solution, not even to punish the culprit Lee Nanfang.    

Instead, he vented his anger on Lee Nanfang's other women.    

They forced Min Rou to run to the America and not go home.    

Hua Yeshen became the prey for millions of dollars on the killer platform.    

Is this a shame?    

If that wasn't the case, then how could she have nightmares about Hua Yeshen's tragic death? Little Nephew's crimson eyes were wide open as he grabbed her by the neck.    

Under the wutong tree in the courtyard.    

Yue Zitong sat on the stone bench and opened a newspaper.    

The giant photo on the front page was exactly the same smelly face of someone.    

"A miracle created by a Godly Doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine?    

Lee Nanfang, you are so great.    

However, do you know that I'm about to be tortured to death by you?    

What right do you have to make me suffer when you clearly did something wrong?    

Why do I have to apologize to you every time?    

You couldn't have come to find me on your own accord, could you explain it to me?    

As long as you lower your head and admit your wrongs to me, I won't be so unreasonable as to cancel the bounty on Hua Yeshen. At the worst, I can personally go to America and bring Min Rou back.    

But the point is, you have to think about it in person.    

Damn scum, why aren't you here yet!    

Why aren't you here yet! "    

Yue Zitong didn't say a word as she stabbed the knife in her hand at the newspaper's photo.    

It was as if there was a special curse ceremony going on.    

She could really use this kind of method to tear Lee Nanfang into pieces and vent her hatred.    

Wang Yang, who was not far away, turned his head away.    

Patriarch Yue had been with him for a long time. Although she was still his bodyguard, her relationship with Yue Zitong had taken a step towards being his best friend.    

Wang Yang felt that Yue Zitong was not worthy.    

The dignified Patriarch Yue had a lofty status.    

He was so young, so delicate, and so young. Why did he have to waste his time on a scum?    

Wouldn't it be better to find a suitable young master to marry and have children?    

It could also relieve the burden on his body.    

Why not?    

Unfortunately, these words were not what she, Wang Yang, should say, much less what she could say.    

He turned his head away, simply not wanting to see Yue Zitong's haggard appearance.    

However, why did other figures suddenly appear within his field of vision?    

Wang Yang's heart trembled slightly.    

Without any hesitation, he reached to his waist, pulled out his gun, raised it, and pulled the trigger.    

He had already opened the safety pistol, so it would be able to turn the enemy into a sieve at any time.    

But!    

As the man in the darkness approached.    

Wang Yang's fighting spirit disappeared.