Strongest Guard

For Yue Zitong, the pity for her home was absolutely an easy thing to do. She only had to pretend to be weak and let him do whatever he wanted.    

After Yue Zitong was pushed to the ground, she stretched out two white fingers and waved them in front of his eyes.    

After seeing her actions, Lee Nanfang, whose mind was filled with little bugs, immediately lost his interest.    

He knew very well that every time Yue Zitong did something like that, it would make his head hurt.    

When anyone's head was in pain, their interest in the matter would drop.    

Of course, Lee Nanfang could totally ignore the two fingers and just bite into them to continue doing what he wanted to do the most.    

But if he really did that, how was he different from an animal?    

True men would never do such a thing.    

Especially when he saw the woman pick up a few fruit knives off the table.    

"This time, there are only two things."    

Yue Zitong raised two of her fingers and waved them in front of his eyes. "As long as you agree, I will do whatever you want with me."    

Look at what I'm talking about.    

It was up to Lee Nanfang.    

It meant that if he could satisfy her, he could play with her tonight, even later, as much as he wanted to play with her.    

Saying half a no was not even considered a hero!    

However, would she be able to easily agree to her request?    

Lee Nanfang didn't have any confidence in this.    

Among the two requests, he was sure to be related to his Secretary.    

He really didn't want to say it.    

However, Lee Nanfang felt that it wasn't a big deal when he said it out loud when he saw Young Wife being so flirtatious and flirtatious.    

As a matter of fact, no matter how he tried to conceal it, it would be exposed sooner or later.    

Gritting his teeth, Lee Nanfang acted like he was ready to throw caution to the wind: "Ok, go ahead."    

"First, you have to tell me if you have a demon inside you. as well as the origins of this demon. "    

Just as Lee Nanfang predicted, Yue Zitong was on the verge of going crazy from wanting to know his secret.    

"Alright. But I hope you won't go around preaching when you hear it. I was really afraid that I would be caught by the country's organizations and used as a test subject to be unearthed and tested. "    

Lee Nanfang asked with a slightly dejected look, "What's your second request?"    

Yue Zitong: "Tell me your secret first, then I'll tell you my second request."    

Lee Nanfang wasn't stupid and immediately sneered: "Humph, you go ahead."    

"You first."    

"You first."    

"Do you want to tell me first, or not?"    

Yue Zitong was an elite agent of the National Security Agency. She had put a lot of effort into handling sabers with a high skill content.    

Lee Nanfang felt a chill under his crotch with a light wave of his right hand and a flash of the saber light.    

Although Yue Zitong did not dare to make the cut even though the knife had not been opened, who could guarantee that a woman would not have to regret it for the rest of her life when her brain was in a fever?    

Tsk, it can't be cut off.    

However, was the feeling of being cut good?    

If he was infected again, he would have to be operated on and cut off. Lee Nanfang didn't even dare to think about it. He just didn't dare to move again.    

"Spit it out, or not?"    

Yue Zitong asked with a murderous look on her face.    

Under such a serious situation, other than saying it, what else could Lee Nanfang do?    

After all, he couldn't possibly destroy such a beautiful Tiny Skull with a single punch, right?    

Lee Nanfang sighed heavily, he raised his hands in surrender: "Sigh. I say, I say, okay? Can't you let go of the knife first? If you accidentally let your hand tremble, then wouldn't I be in trouble? "    

"Don't worry, I've practiced the Great Strength Eagle Claw Art for several years. A pair of claws, no, a pair of hands as firm as a rock. There definitely won't be a situation like the one you're worried about."    

Yue Zitong started to brag about herself out of habit.    

Lee Nanfang didn't believe it, but there was nothing he could do about it. He said with a dull expression, "Speaking of my secret, it really is like a child without a mother. It's a long story."    

A child without a mother would grow up, just like a story without end.    

The two of them maintained their extremely ambiguous postures, one talking while the other listening.    

If you put your legs on your shoulders for a little longer, you'll get tired, that's for sure.    

However, no matter how bitter or tiring it was, Lee Nanfang could still overcome it.    

Yue Zitong was always carrying him. She was so tired, but didn't she say anything?    

Since the lecture had already started, Lee Nanfang might as well pour the beans into a bamboo tube and say everything.    

This included the strange dreams that he had.    

These secrets were kept in Lee Nanfang's heart for a long time.    

Although his secret was not a secret to some people, he had never told anyone else about it.    

While he was recounting his dream, he saw Yue Zitong's eyebrows suddenly twitch a few times.    

His face was filled with shock and fear.    

Just as she was about to open her mouth, Lee Nanfang, who was in the midst of talking, raised his hand to cover her mouth.    

He said in a domineering tone, "I finally made up my mind after a long time. I didn't like to be interrupted by anyone when I spoke of things that I had suppressed in my heart for too long."    

He was right.    

Lee Nanfang thought that when he told these secrets, he would feel some fear.    

It should be like stripping naked, standing in the middle of a group of men who especially liked that sort of thing, his heart was trembling.    

But in reality, it was not like that.    

The more he spoke, the more relaxed he felt.    

The secret also had a lifespan.    

Once past the shelf life, it would become moldy, hairy, rancid, and full of germs, making people feel more and more uncomfortable.    

To find someone one could trust to say it was like cleaning up trash in a house and watching the fine dust slowly dance in the sunlight. It was a pretty good feeling.    

It took a long time for Lee Nanfang to reveal his secret, even his skin and bones.    

After he finished speaking, he felt as if his body was light as a feather and about to fly away.    

Can't fly.    

Lee Nanfang hadn't reached the stage where he could lift himself up while carrying a pair of long legs.    

She pretended not to know that she was still carrying her leg and removed the hand that had been covering Yue Zitong's mouth from beginning to end. "Alright, you can speak now."    

"Pfft, it stinks."    

Yue Zitong first tilted her head and spat. She smacked her lips and said, "First of all, I'll remind you. Are you sure it's reasonable for you to call me your father?"    

"Of course not."    

Lee Nanfang said confidently, "This is just my catchphrase, I will pay attention to it in the future."    

"Hmph, it's good as long as you know that it's unreasonable."    

Yue Zitong snorted coldly. Her face turned slightly better, and after a long period of silence, she said, "I had some dreams too. It was a very strange dream."    

He was always lying flat on the carpet with his legs on his shoulders, and he was definitely tired.    

However, Yue Zitong seemed to enjoy this posture. Otherwise, with her talent as an elite agent of the National Security Agency, it would be easy for her to kick Lee Nanfang out.    

When Yue Zitong slowly narrated her nightmare, Lee Nanfang's eyes finally showed the expression she just expressed.    

In Lee Nanfang's dream, there was no Yue Zitong, only Emperor Yang, those paper men, and the nine layers of Monarch Tower.    

However, he was certain that the dreams he had had were somehow connected to Yue Zitong's.    

Otherwise, Lee Nanfang wouldn't appear in her dreams, wearing a black rusted dragon robe.    

Was that person wearing a black rusted dragon robe Emperor Yang, or Lee Nanfang?    

They don't know.    

He only knew that the two of them were related to Emperor Yang.    

According to Lee Nanfang's dream, he was the seed sown in this world a thousand years after Emperor Yang, so Yue Zitong was most likely the spouse of this seed.    

Furthermore, Yue Zitong and Emperor Yang had an unbelievable relationship.    

Her mother, Yang Tiantian, was the descendant of Emperor Yang's generation 37.    

Assuming that Lee Nanfang was really Emperor Yang's incarnation in the modern era, but he was going to marry his descendants from the thirty-seventh generation — this was obviously a bit lame and against ethics, in the eyes of modern people.    

However, this kind of relationship was normal in the ancient Emperor's Wang Family.    

Just like the Tang Dynasty, after the transformation of the Black Turtle Sect, not only had His Majesty Li Er brought his sister-in-law and sister-in-law into the harem, but his talented auntie Wu had also become the queen of the sect.    

Thus, everything was not absolute. The rules were set by others.    

According to the legend, after the 37 generations, how much of Emperor Yang's bloodline remained in Yue Zitong's bones?    

God knows.    

According to the research of some biologists, our people still have a certain amount of African genes left in them, and they talk about how our ancestors came all the way to the Divine Continent from the African continent.    

Thus, the two of them could completely ignore all these and only consider those mysterious things.    

However, once anything was related to the word 'mysterious', it would not be easy to figure it out.    

Their gazes met, and after a long while, Yue Zitong finally blinked and asked softly, "Are you really Emperor Yang's reincarnation?"    

"My beloved concubine, what do you think?"    

Lee Nanfang smiled and touched her face.    

Yue Zitong didn't blame him. She asked again, "Then, what's the relationship between you and that damn pervert Yang Xiao?"    

Yang Xiao was definitely the person Lee Nanfang didn't want to talk about the most.    

The coquettish look on his face was immediately dispersed by this name: "Who knows? That was a big devil anyway. "As for why he came looking for me, even now, I still don't know why …"    

When Lee Nanfang said this, he suddenly remembered something.    

His eyes twinkled in surprise.    

Yue Zitong quickly asked, "What did you think of?"    

"His name is Yang Xiao."    

"Isn't that nonsense?"    

Yue Zitong said, "Yang Xiao isn't surnamed Yang, what else can he be?"    

Lee Nanfang repeated softly, "He's called Yang Xiao."    

"Yeah, I know his name is Yang --"    

Yue Zitong finally understood what Lee Nanfang was going to say. Her expression changed as she asked, "Are you saying that he's also a descendant of Emperor Yang?"    

"How would I know?"    

Lee Nanfang replied casually, "You can't just say that he is a descendant of Emperor Yang just because he is surnamed Yang, right? The people under the heavens with the surname Yang have left. "    

Yang, who was ranked 16th in "The Hundred Families," could be traced back to the Yellow Emperor's descendant, Ji.    

The Yang family name is a very typical multi-ethnic, multi-origin family name, so far the population is over 40 million.    

However, according to the Y chromosome haplotype of the people surnamed Yang, which is also the paternal lineage, they should be descendants of the Zhou Dynasty's royal family.    

Emperor Yang, Yang Guang was also one of the descendents of the Zhou Dynasty's royal family. He had many surnames in his generation, such as Yang Su.    

Therefore, Lee Nanfang was unable to confirm if Yang Xiao was Emperor Yang's descendant.    

However, there should be a connection between the two.    

What was the relationship?    

Just when Lee Nanfang raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, he suddenly thought of something.    

He thought of a dream that had been left behind.    

In the absurd dream of an outsider, Emperor Yang once said that in a faraway place in the west, there was a group of people who wanted to eat him to their hearts' content.    

Then, did Yang Xiao come from that place?