Strongest Guard - Chapter 2277

After listening to the elders in Qingling County, after telling the story of tofu Xishi, Li Nanfang confirmed that Yang Tiantian was the woman he thought.

He didn’t even know what his relationship was with this woman.

He still clearly remembered how he had just seen her in Yue Zitong’s villa.

She is so virtuous and kind. After seeing Li Nanfang, she felt a sense of security—the kind of warmth that a child woke up from a nap and couldn’t find his mother, and when he was about to cry, he was held in his arms.

Even if he was torn into pieces with a knife, Li Nanfang never thought that at some point, he would have something with Yang Tiantian.

But this **** fate arranged for the two of them to have an unspeakable relationship.

Never say.

Even if the **** fate pushes her in front of him again, Li Nanfang can only rely on her to go to Misty Township, he can’t say.

But Bodhisattva wants to say!

What is the difference between this and death?

Isn’t it true that Bodhisattva doesn’t know that there are some things that can be done, but they can’t say–

The cold sound from the water made the Bodhisattva’s body tremble, and immediately used the fastest speed to strangle Yang Tiantian’s neck with her left arm, and the scimitar in her right hand slightly pressed against her snowy skin. There was a faint blood streak, dripping out.

Yang Tiantian was almost scared to death.

She wanted to scream.

His mouth was wide open, but he couldn’t make a sound. He could only tremble as though he was swinging.

What was Yang Tiantian’s reaction? The Bodhisattva didn’t pay attention at all. He just stared at the water and heard his own soul howling: “Devil, the devil that made you cry so many times at midnight, here comes again. Kill him —-No, it’s running, run quickly!”

Under the moonlight.

On the wind-wrinkled water, a person slowly emerged like a ghost escaping from hell.

Shame Sheng is three years old.

But under the Tibetan Dragon Mountain in Seoul, by the Tibetan Dragon River, those unspeakable tragic days were deeply burned in the deepest part of Bodhisattva’s heart, as if yesterday—-

Especially when she saw the eyes of the demon, they were still shining with weird hideous brilliance, on her face, body, and legs—every place that fascinated all men. After sweeping back and forth, the Bodhisattva All the strength has disappeared.

Sooner or later, she will meet Li Nanfang again.

Bodhisattva is very convinced.

She also imagined countless times what she would do after seeing the devil again one day.

First, turn around and run away.

Use the fastest speed!

Seeing that he has trampled on her for many days, the devil should not be completely killed.

Second, muster up the courage, hold the full moon scimitar high, and screamed and rushed over.

Of course she can’t kill the devil.

She had ten thousand certainty and died in his hands.

She would rather die in his hands than live and suffer endless mental torture.

No one, let alone any language, can speak, describing the indescribable fear of the Bodhisattva after waking up at midnight almost every night.

Third, it is also the most hoped for by the Bodhisattva.

That is, she took a person whom the devil valued, let him commit suicide, no, let him cut off his own hands and feet–no way, let him pick out the tendons of his hands and feet, and then completely become a Waste.

Why didn’t she kill him, why didn’t she cut off his hands and feet, but only made him useless?

Because she hopes-when she wakes up again at midnight, the devil is sleeping next to her like a child. As long as she has a hint, this guy will be like a pug, wagging his tail to please, and doing his best. Serve her and send her to the happy clouds.

There is still a big market for the famous saying of a certain beauty writer who conquered women by men.

Even if the Bodhisattva was conquered by the devil, it was simply Yuuchi’s biggest nightmare.

When Li Mingdu was able to intimidate Duan Xiangning and forced him to abolish his martial arts in the No. 7 room of Canglong Mountain in Seoul, he almost succeeded, why not Bodhisattva?

The goddess of destiny finally began to favor the Bodhisattva.

After a few years, after she met Li Nanfang again, she ushered in the third kind she longed for.

Especially the Yang Tiantian she held hostage, but whether Li Nanfang can rescue Yue Zitong is the most important thing, many times more important than Duan Xiangning.

The Bodhisattva has ten thousand certainties. As long as Li Nanfang is to abandon his martial arts, he will definitely do it!

So, the Bodhisattva stared at the devil stubbornly, as if after ten thousand years, he would put down the knife and slowly crawl on the ground. Somewhere in her most beautiful body, which coincides with the full moon in the sky, is in She trembles slightly and makes a meaningless cry in her mouth.

What is she doing?

Yang Tiantian was completely confused.

Although she killed her, she would not believe that she knew Li Nanfang, but from the attitude of the Bodhisattva Man to her, she could see that she was of special importance to the scumbag.

If she is a bodhisattva, no matter how weak her character is, she will still muster the courage to threaten Li Nanfang with her.

Especially after feeling the slight pain in her neck, Yang Tiantian felt even more so.

but—-

But Bodhisattva Man knelt down on the ground, like the most loyal servant, seeing her great master, no matter what she asked her to do, she promised to do it without thinking.

How is this going?

When Yang Tiantian was stunned, Chunniang, who was hiding behind the bushes holding her shame, was also dumbfounded.

Soon, Chunniang understood—-

Sect master, frightened by the devil!

Over the years, no matter how much the sect master hates the devil, how much preparation he has made for today, and how much courage he has accumulated, after his appearance, the fear that has been deeply burned in the heart is like a volcanic eruption, destroying all her preparations.

The sect master knelt down, crying and begging the devil to forgive her, it was purely an instinctive reaction of extreme fear.

After Chunniang understood, she opened her mouth to warn the doorkeeper in a sharp voice, don’t do this, quickly pick up the scimitar, jump up, and put it on Yang Tiantian’s neck, threatening the demon and committing suicide!

Even if this is not the case, the sect master should sneer, holding Yang Tiantian and retreating calmly.

As long as Yang Tiantian is robbed, Li Nanfang will not be able to rush to Misty Township before sunset tomorrow.

He can’t rush away as scheduled, not only will Yue Zitong be unlucky, the people of Misty Village, but also the elite will come out and kill him.

In that way, the pain that this demon imposes on the master will gradually decrease.

But just as Chunniang’s scream was about to blurt out, the shy student who snored in her arms moved and let out a dream.

The existence of shame is like a basin of cold water poured on Chunniang’s head.

Let her calm down among the sparks.

She cannot expose her hiding place.

Because once she wakes up the sect master who is in deep fear, the demon will pounce at the fastest speed.

Being ashamed is not only the heart of the sect master, but also the hope of the whole Hungry Ghost Dao (actually the Shura Dao, typos, please forgive me), and Chunniang is regarded as a biological son.

Shame, never get the slightest harm.

To put it simply, Chunniang can die, the master can die, and even all the disciples can die, but the only one can not be hurt.

Shame is born, the way of hungry ghosts will be endless for generations.

If he had three long and two short, it would be the end of the Hungry Ghost Dao-this is the most mysterious monk in Tianzhu, who personally told the Bodhisattva Man, Chunniang and others knew it.

It is precisely because Shaosheng has a mission that others cannot replace from the moment of birth, so Bodhisattva Man will take him wherever he goes.

“You must not let the young master suffer the slightest harm.”

Chunniang bit her lip hard and lay down in the bushes, never daring to move again.

The Bodhisattva moved wildly.

No one made her move.

Yang Tiantian still stayed longer than on the spot, Li Nanfang also stood in the waist-deep stream, did not make any movements, did not say a word, at most just coldly watching the Bodhisattva Man, she suddenly used her knees as her feet, slowly Slowly climbed into the stream.

The moment the Bodhisattva entered the water, Yang Tiantian seemed to hear her murmuring something, great master, please forgive her—-

I don’t know how long it took. When the Bodhisattva emerged from the water and appeared in Yang Tiantian’s sight again, she was already invisible.

The gourd-shaped body, like a snake-like waist, twisted slowly.

She gently wrapped her arms around Li Nanfang’s neck, raised her chin slightly, closed her eyes, and began to sing with her nasal voice that Yang Tiantian couldn’t understand, but she could feel the evil fire in her heart and the melody slowly rising.

The Bodhisattva stood up from the water, pressed against Li Nanfang, and slowly knelt in the water.

Full of primitive evil melody, replaced by a strange sound, spreading close to the water.

Yang Tiantian, who was able to turn around and run wild at any time, stared at the Bodhisattva, like a stone sculpture, motionless.

After her pupils finally rolled slightly, she realized that Li Nanfang had also changed.

In fact, Li Nanfang is Li Nanfang.

Hands and feet, a head squatting on the neck.

Become his eyes.

What kind of eyes are they?

scarlet!

With a monster scarlet.

Moreover, there is a kind of magical nature that makes Yang Tiantian just want to crawl on the ground and incarnate the second bodhisattva.

She can’t move.

All she can do is to stare at the Bodhisattva being thrown into the water by the demon.

Water splashes everywhere.

It seems that the water in the whole stream is boiling.

The woman’s painful but happy singing, on the surface of the water, in the moonlight, in the breeze, in Yang Tiantian’s ears, and her eyes, gracefully flying —-

Shame awoke.

Was awakened by the hoarse but unusually loud scream his mother made last.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw four people.

The closest to him is Chunniang.

Chunniang covered her ears with her hands, closed her eyes tightly, her lips trembled softly as she muttered.

By the creek, there was a woman standing still, like a stone sculpture.

In the stream, there is a man.

Man hugging a woman.

The woman’s two legs are wrapped around the man’s waist like a snake, but her body is leaning back two hundred and thirty degrees, and her long hair hangs on the water.

It seems that the woman who died was his mother.

the man—-

Xiusheng only glanced at him and knew who he was.

That is Li Nanfang!

It was the devil who made his mother wake up from midnight crying countless times.

Although Shame was young, he swore countless times that he would use his full moon scimitar to cut Li Nanfang’s neck so that his mother could sleep peacefully.

Shao Sheng always wanted to find the devil, and asked Bodhisattva Man and Chun Niang many times, where is he?

They all told Xiusheng that the devil could not easily set foot in the land of China.

If Shame Sheng wants to drive away the devil in his mother’s dream, he can only practice kung fu, eat well, and grow up quickly.

When he was practicing the knife, all the dummies looked like Li Nanfang.

In this way, whenever a shameful man slashes a dummy, he feels that he is slashing a demon, and he may feel happy.

But no amount of pleasure can compare to slashing the real demon Li Nanfang.

Therefore, Xiusheng wanted to find Li Nanfang in his dreams.

Now, he finally saw Li Nanfang!

Although he didn’t understand his mother, why did he hang on Li Nanfang like that and make such a cry again.

But he could see from the bodhisattva’s trembling body that she was suffering indescribable pain—-

“Li Nanfang, I am going to kill you!”

Shame Sheng was about to kill Li Nanfang, and his small body couldn’t help trembling. His eyes flashed with madness that didn’t match his age. With sharp scimitars in his hands, he let out a tender roar, just like the milk tiger coming out of the mountain. Pounced out of the bushes.

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