Strongest Guard

Hearing that he had been unconscious for seven days and seven nights, Lee Nanfang's first reaction was disbelief.    

He dreamt of Yang Guang, Empress Xiao, the crazy woman who lived under the trap of fear, and dreamt that he was mostly a bystander in his dreams, watching others talk and telling stories he would never believe after he woke up.    

However, it seemed a bit ridiculous for Yang Xiao to say that he had been unconscious for seven days and seven nights.    

"Humph, if it weren't for me helping you massage every day and stimulating your muscles and nerves, relying on your exhausted state, I would have died a long time ago in a coma."    

Yang Xiao grunted and stopped looking at him. He looked up 45 degrees to the moon on the surface of the sea.    

Lee Nanfang especially hated his stuttering look, as if he hated him losing consciousness every once in a while.    

He had never heard of a master in the world who had such a high stun rating like him.    

Being unconscious was the same as being slaughtered. If he could wake up again and see this beautiful world and see the people he hated, his luck would be so good that it would explode.    

This displeasure made him speak harshly again, "Then why did you save me? Wouldn't it be better to let me die in a coma? "    

"If you die, who will take me out of this damn place?"    

Yang Xiao suddenly turned around and looked at him with a face full of hatred.    

"What the f * * k?"    

Lee Nanfang was also angry: "Mr. Yang, please be a bit shameless, okay? You are just a weakling in the sea, yet you don't know how to respect me. "Laozi … Laozi …"    

I, Lee Nanfang, am not going down there anymore.    

His large eyes were clearly staring at Yang Xiao, but he didn't see this transvestite. Yes, a transvestite, why did he suddenly appear in front of him and grab his neck, causing him to be unable to say a single word.    

"If you dare call yourself laozi again, do you believe that I won't strangle you?"    

Yang Xiao smiled sinisterly as he gradually exerted strength in his right hand.    

Lee Nanfang could hear the bones in his throat, and he started to make soft 'ka ka ka' sounds. He knew that if this transvestite had a little more strength, he would be immortal forever.    

Lee Nanfang had never liked to be trampled on by others.    

He wanted to resist.    

He had been in a terrible coma for such a long time, yet his body couldn't even compare to that of an ordinary person. How could he still have the strength to resist?    

The only thing he could do was to be grabbed by the neck like a fool, and slowly open his mouth to reveal his tongue.    

"Remember, I'm only warning you once."    

Yang Xiao smiled coldly and let go of the guy's hand when he saw that his soul was about to return to the heavens.    

Lee Nanfang started to cough violently.    

After a good meeting, he raised his head and looked at Yang Xiao, laughing, "transvestite Yang, if you have the ability, then choke me to death." Sooner or later, I'm going to die at your hands. To die now was no different from dying in the future. No, that's not right. I'm going to be killed by you now, so you can stay here as a savage for the rest of your life. "Ha, ha, ha."    

After waking up, Lee Nanfang could already see the coconut trees on the small island, the rocks on the surface of the sea, and the warm wind blowing over. This was a forgotten world.    

There were rotten coconuts under the coconut trees, and wild grasses as deep as their waists, which proved that no one had been on the island for at least a year.    

The reefs on the surface of the sea radiated outwards with the island as the core. They spread out for a total of three hundred meters. This proved that there were still many reefs further below the sea, forming a natural barrier for ships.    

He remembered very clearly that when he was at Lord Fei's charity party, the wind blowing from the ocean over British Island was ice-cold to the bones.    

Now, it was a warm breeze.    

This meant that they had long since left British Island and arrived near the equator. Only then did the weather turn warm.    

This place was like an island on horseback. It did not have any development, and its value was only suitable for the demons of Yang, who were lonely to the point of being old.    

Every day facing the blue sky, the sea, solo fishing, while sighing over the short life.    

Lee Nanfang was extremely happy when he thought of the mysterious and high kung fu demon that came out of nowhere and ended up like this.    

The way he called her 'old man' made her laugh even more happily.    

His eyes were filled with the desire to "Hurry up and kill me!". Under the moonlight, his pale face was suffused with a sickly bright red glow.    

Lee Nanfang never thought that one day, he would be so desperate for death.    

Yang Xiao stared at him. From his initial anger, to his calmness, to his effort to hide his fear.    

What Lee Nanfang observed after waking up, what he thought, Yang Xiao saw this afternoon.    

He also felt that without Lee Nanfang's help, he might have been left alone on the island for the rest of his life.    

Even though Lee Nanfang was not the only survivor that had wandered to the island with him.    

However, other than Lee Nanfang, he did not trust anyone else.    

Their relationship was rather strange.    

On one hand, he would kill Lee Nanfang sooner or later.    

On the one hand, he only trusted Lee Nanfang.    

After seeing the change in Yang Xiao's expression, Lee Nanfang felt even more proud: "What, are you scared now? Make sure you don't think you can leave this crappy place without laozi's help, right? "    

"Yes."    

Yang Xiao bit his lips and spat out the word with difficulty.    

Even though this devil was bad in every way, he was quite proud of it.    

Some were like Hu Mietang, who disdained lying.    

It will just -- not say.    

"Then, can I call myself daddy in front of you?"    

Lee Nanfang got what he wanted and rolled his eyes.    

"But — by."    

When Yang Xiao said those two words, his voice became drier.    

Lee Nanfang sneered: "Then why aren't you getting out of my way? Don't block my way to enjoy the scenery."    

Yang Xiao got up and left without saying a word.    

His body was trembling slightly.    

From this, it could be seen how much he wanted to let out a roar and claw out five bloody holes into Lee Nanfang's head.    

Lee Nanfang only felt extremely sour seeing that the other party clearly wanted to kill him but didn't dare to kill him. He purposely waited for him to take a few steps before saying, "Stop."    

Yang Xiao stopped.    

Without turning back, his left hand, which was placed behind his back, clenched into a fist.    

"Come here, come here."    

Lee Nanfang said, "I suddenly feel uncomfortable with the dragon's body. Come over and beat my legs."    

The descendant of the wild wolf, Lee Nanfang used to despise the wild behavior.    

But now, he felt that if he didn't do this, he would truly be sorry to have said those words to Master Cao Xueqin.    

Ka, ka.    

Lee Nanfang heard Yang Xiao clench his left fist tightly and the sound of his bones cracking.    

But he wasn't afraid.    

Even though deep down, he still somewhat hated his current petty character.    

However, every time the Black Dragon saw Yang Xiao, it would either cower in fear or pee its pants out of fear.    

Ye Zichen made him lose face in front of Yang Xiao a few times.    

If he didn't regain some face now, he wouldn't have another chance in the future.    

"Are you sure you want me to serve you?"    

Yang Xiao's left fist loosened and his five fingers nimbly twined around each other like five little snakes.    

"Sure, sure."    

Lee Nanfang chuckled and said in his heart: "If you don't like it, then forget it. That's just what I said. You're not a beautiful girl. Do you really think that laozi likes to be served by a man? Just thinking about it makes me feel nauseous. "    

"Alright. Just you wait, I'll be right back. "    

Wu Tie nodded. He did not look at Lee Nanfang as he turned around and walked quickly towards the straw house.    

"What the heck is this transvestite doing?"    

Lee Nanfang looked at him in confusion. He quickly walked to the back of the thatched cottage and sneered and shrugged his shoulders. Then he laid down on the ground and stared at the dark blue sky in a daze.    

He was reminiscing about the series of strange dreams he had before he woke up.    

Maybe it wasn't a dream.    

It was what happened to his origin soul after it left his body.    

The Primordial Spirit was the Taoist language of cultivation. The Primordial Spirit cultivated by Taoists could leave the physical body to travel between heaven and earth. They could even leave the physical body behind to guard it, ascend or even reincarnate.    

Lee Nanfang didn't believe this before.    

He didn't believe it now either. It seemed that he had to believe it now.    

It was all because the dream, or perhaps reality, was too real.    

The truth was that he could perfectly match some of the things that had happened in reality.    

He did indeed see a white woman under the Eight Hundred Slug, always calling for her son.    

He also saw a huge coffin inside the snake den.    

The corpse in the coffin resembled him.    

Lee Nanfang still remembered clearly that when he was observing the female corpse, she shed tears.    

According to what she had seen while in a coma, a woman would enter a state where she wouldn't be able to wake up even after midnight. However, she would be able to clearly sense his existence and realize that her son had come to visit her …    

She wanted to wake up, but she couldn't.    

She could only use her tears to express the excitement in her heart.    

"She … should be my mother."    

Lee Nanfang muttered as he stared blankly at the sky.    

If the woman sleeping in the coffin was really Lee Nanfang's biological mother, then the foggy Yang Da should be his father.    

The fact that he was actually the son of one of the three outstanding youths in history sounded like nonsense to him.    

Zi Fann was a normal person, so he would think that Zi Fann was bullshitting.    

After all, the great Lord Yang had been dead for thousands of years. How could he let a modern girl give birth to his child?    

All of this can only exist in fairy tales.    

Lee Nanfang, as a young man who had thrived in a high-tech society, should not believe in these things.    

Then, what about the Black Dragon hiding in his body?    

Is this something high-tech can explain?    

Why are there so many unsolved mysteries in high-tech reality?    

And why was there the word "supernatural event"?    

The more Lee Nanfang thought about it, the more obsessed he became.    

I really want to smoke a cigarette so that nicotine can suppress my irritable thoughts.    

Subconsciously, Lee Nanfang reached into his pocket …    

Eh, where's the pocket?    

Lee Nanfang was a bit confused since he couldn't find his pocket, so he sat up again.    

It was only after he held the grass in his hands that he realized he was wearing a clean slate!    

No wonder when he was talking to Yang Ren a moment ago, he was only staring at Ye Zichen's eyes.    

It turned out that damn transvestite felt inferior in front of Mr. Lee's great capital.    

While he was unconscious, the dead transvestite had stripped his clothes, probably afraid that he would catch a cold.    

Fortunately, they were all men.    

Facing each other with bare buttocks was no different from talking to a person face to face.    

Footsteps could be heard from behind.    

There seemed to be a woman's whining as well.    

Lee Nanfang turned around and saw Yang Xiao picking a woman's hair with his hand as if he was dragging a sack, walking all the way down from the weeds.    

The woman was also not wearing any clothes. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her mouth must have been stuffed with something. When she was dragged down, she kept kicking her legs to express her strong protest.    

However, the effect of the protest was minimal.    

Lee Nanfang's eyes were wide open as he looked at the woman. Just as he was about to ask who she was, he suddenly recognized her from the whining sound.    

Avril.    

When he was still three to four meters away from Lee Nanfang, Yang Xiao swung his right arm and threw Avril, who looked like a big white fish, onto the beach in front of him.