Strongest Guard

The crowing of a giant rooster came from far away, and the sky in the east had already turned white.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen, who had been asleep for almost 20 hours, slowly opened his eyes.    

    

She saw a dim yellow light bulb, covered with a layer of dust, hanging by itself from the beam of the roof by a wire.    

    

How long had it been since Zhan Hsingshen had seen the beams?    

    

It was possible that after Flame Valley came out, it was as if he had not seen this anymore.    

    

Because the distance to the city was only 20 kilometers, the economy of the village was definitely better than that of most villages.    

    

However, the villagers were already used to decorating only the living room and bedroom, as well as other important rooms. As for rooms like the west rooms, there was no need to spend money on them.    

    

Ever since he was caught by the king, Lee Muchen had been living in this sundry room, suffering unspeakable pain.    

    

Fortunately, not long after, Zhan Hsingshen was caught by the king as well – thus he had a companion.    

    

Whether it was a misfortune or a happy occasion, people all wished to have someone by their side.    

    

Of course, when he walked around and suddenly saw the red bills all over the floor, he was naturally hoping that besides him, the one who came would break his leg.    

    

Therefore, Lee Muchen slept very peacefully tonight.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen looked at that beautiful face quietly. After a full three minutes, he gradually thought of something.    

    

It was late in the morning.    

    

A sharp pain came from his face. Through the blood in his eyes, everything looked red.    

    

It was as if there was a sudden stop to the screams that echoed in his ears.    

    

The beauty was late in the evening, it was Lee Muchen's poison, and her face would turn into that of an old lady in her seventies.    

    

But now — Lee Muchen's face was still the same face that Zhan Hsingshen was familiar with.    

    

Youth, beauty, vitality.    

    

She must have been dreaming, so a peaceful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.    

    

"How did Muchen's face return to its normal state?"    

    

While this question was in Zhan Hsingshen's heart, he also thought of the miserable scream that echoed in his ears. Who sent it?    

    

It was her.    

    

She cried out miserably because the king had suddenly raised his hand and used the blade to cut her face!    

    

As for what happened after that, Zhan Hsingshen no longer remembered.    

    

Fortunately, she was still alive, so she could always figure out what had happened after that.    

    

She rolled over and sat up.    

    

When she sat up, she could clearly feel that her body was brimming with vitality. This proved that she had the ability to run at any time.    

    

But she had no intention of running away.    

    

This was because the truth had proven that even if she were to run to the ends of the earth, the king would catch her and bring her back.    

    

Unless he found a man to break the body of a virgin.    

    

Only in this way would the detestable censer sand made from red flowers lose the information of being tracked by the red snakes.    

    

Being a virgin wasn't that important to Zhan Hsingshen.    

    

It was just a layer of film.    

    

Can it make people ugly, or can it make people beautiful?    

    

The moment Zhan Hsingshen sat up, he made up his mind. He would find a man and destroy his virginity.    

    

Just find one of them — preferably one like Scumbag Lee.    

    

Because although Scumbag Lee was a bit of a bastard, he was still better than the men Zhan Hsingshen came in contact with in the past.    

    

As for those fans who adored her, they were nothing more than a bunch of brainless dogs.    

    

A person who took the hard-earned money from his parents and gave it to an idol that he would never be able to get, what else could he be if he wasn't a brainless dog.    

    

"Star God, wake up …"    

    

Zhan Hsingshen didn't know why he thought of Lee Nanfang, but Lee Muchen was woken up by the sound of the straw mat under her feet.    

    

The moment she said those four words, Zhan Hsingshen pressed his right index finger on her lips, making a silencing motion.    

    

When Zhan Hsingshen woke up, he saw through the glass window that it was 4 o'clock in the morning.    

    

It was around 4 in the morning, but it was the time when a person's body was the most tired.    

    

They would choose to escape at this time. Killing was the best option.    

    

Even if Zhan Hsingshen had three times the guts, she wouldn't dare to go to the North Room's main hall to assassinate the King.    

    

But he could still sneak away.    

    

She had even made a simple escape plan.    

    

No matter which way he ran, he would have to go to a place with many people. It was no longer like the last time, where he had to walk through the dense forest.    

    

After suffering so much, wasn't he still unable to escape the demonic claws of the king?    

    

He went to a crowded place and found a rather pleasing stranger first. He pushed him away without saying a word.    

    

Having broken his vile virginity and leaving the king's Flaming Snake unable to be found, he would change his appearance and put on his sunglasses. The world was so vast, so where could he not go?    

    

With the sisters' superb martial skills, it was easy for them to be a pair of female bandits. It was quite relaxing and cozy.    

    

Lee Muchen understood Zhan Hsingshen's meaning and no longer spoke. He followed suit and sat up.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen actually wanted to ask Lee Muchen why the king showed so much mercy and dissolved the poison of the belated beauty.    

    

However, it was clear that this was not the time to talk. The chance to escape was fleeting, and once the two sisters were completely safe, they could gather together and talk as much as they wanted.    

    

Let's go.    

    

We walked quietly.    

    

After Zhan Hsingshen's toes slowly landed on the ground, he waved his right hand at Lee Muchen and quickly walked towards the door.    

    

This landlord's western room was an old-fashioned wooden door. The moment he opened it, it would emit a creaking sound.    

    

The sound was not very loud, but in the darkness before dawn, it was ear-piercing.    

    

With the king's keen hearing, hearing this sound was simply too easy.    

    

Therefore, Zhan Hsingshen couldn't open the door.    

    

There were windows in the west wing.    

    

The windows were open. It was early summer.    

    

Seeing that the window was open, Zhan Hsingshen was delighted. He quickly walked over and tried the window.    

    

It was very sturdy, and would not cause much noise when it was flipped over.    

    

This was simply the most suitable way to escape. It was really a wonder where the King got so much confidence from. After curing Lee Muchen of his lingering poison, he thought that the two of them would not escape.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen sneered in his heart as he jumped onto the windowsill like a leopard and looked back at Lee Muchen.    

    

Lee Muchen was still sitting on the bed, maintaining his previous posture.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen was a bit anxious. He opened his mouth and said silently, "Let's go, why are you still standing there?"    

    

After she said that, she noticed that Lee Muchen was looking at her with a complicated expression.    

    

"Could it be that His Majesty is outside in the courtyard?"    

    

Zhan Hsingshen was shocked and his limbs felt cold. Even the act of turning around to look was unnatural.    

    

The courtyard outside was empty. Not a single person could be seen.    

    

Only the light of dawn could be seen on the often used stone bench under the window.    

    

"What the hell is Muchen doing?"    

    

Zhan Hsingshen was puzzled and looked back into the house. He saw Lee Muchen take out a small mirror and shake it at her.    

    

You might be able to poke a hole in the sky, but you definitely wouldn't be able to keep a woman from going out with a small mirror.    

    

Even if you run away like a stray dog, you still have to carry a small mirror.    

    

"What do you mean?"    

    

When Zhan Hsingshen asked again in silence, Lee Muchen sighed lightly and lifted his feet. He didn't care about the sound of heavy footsteps, as it would wake the King of the North Room.    

    

Under Zhan Hsingshen's confused gaze, Lee Muchen, who was riding on the windowsill, walked to her side and held up the small mirror in front of her.    

    

Naturally, Zhan Hsingshen saw a face.    

    

Maybe it was due to the humidity outside the window, the small mirror was taken out by Lee Muchen. Under the cold and hot attacks, a layer of soda water quickly floated on the surface of the mirror.    

    

It looked blurry.    

    

But even so, when Zhan Hsingshen saw the face in the mirror, he couldn't help but scream and turn around.    

    

No matter how blurry the mirror was, Zhan Hsingshen could still take out that face in the mirror. It was the king she was most afraid of.    

    

If the king's face appeared in the small mirror, then the mirror would reflect the principle that the king should stand behind Zhan Hsingshen.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen, who was preparing to quietly escape, could he not scream out in fear?    

    

If the king saw her sitting on the windowsill, trying to escape, he didn't know how to deal with her.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen turned around but did not see anyone behind him.    

    

The courtyard was still empty.    

    

Where's the king?    

    

Why isn't she here?    

    

If she wasn't here, then why would her face appear in the small mirror?    

    

Are my eyes playing tricks on me?    

    

Zhan Hsingshen, who was still in shock, stared blankly at the yard for a moment. Xinn'er suddenly shuddered and thought of something.    

    

She had thought of all this after being captured by the king, and had come up with a plan for him in order to save her life.    

    

However, she never would have thought that she would really help Wang to get Scumbag Lee.    

    

Now, Zhan Hsingshen slowly turned his head like a robot and saw the king's peerless face in the mirror again.    

    

The king is not here.    

    

The face Zhan Hsingshen saw in the small mirror was hers.    

    

She had changed into the appearance of the king!    

    

Suddenly, Zhan Hsingshen understood why the king used his knife to cut her face.    

    

That was "surgery, plastic surgery."    

    

Whether it was surgery or cosmetic surgery, they all needed a knife and blood.    

    

Then, the king would have a very reasonable explanation for suddenly attacking her face.    

    

He stared blankly at that face in the small mirror. After an unknown amount of time, Zhan Hsingshen suddenly let out a shrill scream. His eyes rolled over as he fell off the windowsill.    

    

Lee Muchen reached out his hand in time and held her in his arms.    

    

The period before dawn was not only the most tiring, but also the quietest time.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen's terrible scream was so ear-piercing that it scared the roosters out of their wits.    

    

It even caused a ruckus in the valley to the west.    

    

Yang Xiao had no reason not to hear such an ear-piercing scream.    

    

But she did not come out.    

    

He was still sitting cross-legged on the bed with his back against the wall, not even opening his eyes.    

    

However, the sneer at the corner of her mouth could not even conceal the darkness before dawn.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen was too naive.    

    

She should be well aware of the fact that, other than the number one martial arts expert in the world, no one else could match their king's superb medical skills.    

    

Isn't it just her appearance?    

    

Could it be that other than South Korean, who was famous throughout the universe, no one else could have plastic surgery?    

    

Others might not, but Yang Xiao did.    

    

Furthermore, her plastic surgery could definitely let the most outstanding plastic surgery master in the South Korea see it, so she would have to obediently kneel down and call out Old Ancestor.    

    

An expert of South Korea, if he wanted to turn someone into the person he was looking for, he would need at least ten days or half a month to prepare before he could be operated on.    

    

What three-dimensional composite effect diagram? Which bone should be flattened? Which should be placed higher? What kind of long-winded pictures were these? They were really annoying.    

    

How could he be like Yang Xiao, who only used an ordinary small knife and casually slashed at Zhan Hsingshen's face for two hours, and everything was settled.    

    

More importantly, Zhan Hsingshen's wounds healed within a short ten hours after her specially made healing panacea was applied to his face.    

    

After completely healing himself, not a single scar was left behind.    

    

Perfect, natural.