Chapter 7 The Tyrant is Silent

For a moment, Jun Lin doubted his life.

She even thinks that ancient people were more open-minded than modern people, and there is really no need to go to this extent!

The sun was high in the sky, but the summer sunlight shining on her body still did not make her feel warm.

She said in a deep voice with a hint of grief: "Your idea is wrong. Although I like men, how can I let men slow down my sword-drawing speed? Isn't it better to concentrate on my career?"

Wouldn't it be nice to just follow me and focus on your career?

Always thinking about that and doing that.

The young man's mature face was full of disapproval: "Let's put it this way. As the head of the Shen family, I have the responsibility to choose the best for my brother."

Shen Sinian, whose face was filled with the words “It is our duty to restore the glory of the Shen family”: (˙▽˙)

Jun Lin, who had a headache so bad that he rubbed his forehead like crazy and even wanted to kill someone: ^_^

Thank you so much.

"I'm going to have a serious talk with Mr. Shen later. This is a very serious problem."

It has already had a perverse impact on young people.

"Daddy will stand by me this time."

The point guard got mad and was so enthusiastic that even he had to give in three points.

Jun Lin: "Tsk, if you don't obey me, I'll kill you."

The hand was already placed fiercely on the boy's head.

Shen Sinian: "Brother can't bear to do that."

He always had a smile on his calm face, and let the other party rub his head as if to vent their anger.

The street was bustling with people, and the two of them disappeared in the crowd while joking with each other.

Someone suddenly turned around.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

The young man dressed as a page boy asked in a low voice the man beside him who was wearing a white veil hat, his face completely covered, and a white ink-printed robe.

He was a passerby who had just passed by Jun Lin. At this moment, he turned around and glanced at her back unexpectedly. His voice was as clear and pleasant as flying flowers and broken jade: "She's not dead."

There was a hint of regret in his tone.

"That's right, how could he bear to let her die?"

The white veil in front of his hat swayed slightly with his steps. The man was elegant and graceful, with a figure like a pine tree in the snow. His elegant and gentle temperament easily made people like him.

The book boy scratched his head in confusion. His teacher loved to tell riddles and he had no idea what he was talking about.

The man chuckled and took a step forward, and the servant boy quickly followed.

"I won't go to Yue."

"Eh? But sir, the King of Yue is waiting for you. The King has come to ask for your assistance. If you don't go, it will be a loss of face. Will we be hunted down?"

"Who knows?"

The man's voice was gentle, with a lazy ending, and his nonchalant tone startled the book boy.

"gentlemen!"

The book boy was almost crying with anxiety. Why was his teacher always so willful? It was ok for him to treat princes and nobles like this normally, but this time the target was the King of Yue.

He is so sad. He will become a short-lived ghost sooner or later if he follows his master.

Take date pills.

The man curled his lips, his brilliance was so dazzling that even the world dared not break his character.

"My junior brother is back, and as his senior brother, I have to go and take a look."

The wind blew the veil, and the man's face like the autumn moon could be vaguely seen through the white gauze.

The book boy's eyes widened immediately, and he was so excited that he stuttered, "You mean... you mean the fellow apprentice who came from the Zongheng family with you?"

The wind has not stopped yet, and the roar seems to be confusing people's minds.

The boy happened to hear his teacher mention that he had a junior fellow apprentice, with whom he had studied skills in Guigu when they were young. They were a duo of strategic experts who made people tremble with fear.

The teacher is the vertical and the junior fellow is the horizontal, vertical and horizontal, vertical and horizontal are combined.

A strategist is good at methodology and plans without being seen, which is better than not fighting or spending.

The master is good at self-cultivation and the art of strategy, and is proficient in military strategy, martial arts, and the Eight Trigrams. The junior fellow is not as good as the master in other aspects, but his martial arts are the best in the world.

The teacher said that no one in the world could compete with him, and if he wanted to win, he could only work hard on the Eight Trigrams.

In conclusion, he is a big shot with superb martial arts skills, and even someone as arrogant as Mr. Lian would acknowledge him as such!

Want to see him!

But the junior brother's name was never revealed. The book boy, who was already a little fan of the junior brother, had stars in his eyes: "Sir! Can you take me with you? I want to meet that adult, too!"

The man glanced at him sideways, his smile deepening: "Forget it, let's go to Yue first, she will come to find me."

The book boy immediately fell in dismay and begged: "Sir, let's not go to Yue State. It's important to see my junior brother."

"Why, aren't you afraid of being hunted down?"

"Don't be afraid! No one dares to touch me when I'm with you!"

Hearing this, the man just smiled but said nothing. After a while, just when the boy was feeling depressed and wanted to cry, the elegant voice slowly sounded, with an obscure and indistinguishable invasion: "I am the only one who can call on Junior Brother."

"oh."

The book boy's eyes, which had just lit up, quickly dimmed, and he became like a wilted flower.

What a stingy person, why are you so possessive?

Hasn't it always been a hostile relationship?

There's no need to protect the enemy so closely.

What a contradiction.

He could only think about it quietly in his heart and didn't dare to say it out loud.

…

Jun Lin here has already taken Shen Sinian out of the streets and to the suburbs. The dense forests are lush green, and the dazzling sunlight falls on the translucent green leaves, passing through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting a mottled pattern on the ground.

Fine shadows fell on her fair face, her long, soft hair was draped neatly behind her. She was looking solemnly at her palm, which was soft and tender without any flaws, let alone a hairpin.

His hands, which had become rough from practicing swordsmanship, had even become as rough as the cocoon during the years of being controlled and neglecting government affairs.

The slender five fingers suddenly clenched into a fist, and the bones creaked at that moment.

The clear eyes turned cold.

I don’t know if my martial arts skills have regressed.

The boy who was quietly watching her seemed to have noticed something and suggested, "Do you want me to practice with you?"

Jun Lin laughed: "That won't work, you still need to practice more."

The young man frowned slightly, raised his eyes and looked at her intently: "I'm not weak."

Jun Lin pointed out: "But it's not strong either."

She rubbed his head and said, "If you become stronger, I will be happier than anyone else."

Shen Sinian pondered for a moment, and his hand on the hilt loosened a little: "Okay, I will work hard to become stronger and share your worries."

Jun Lin smiled again. It turned out that this kid was quite good at talking.

The fallen leaves slowly fell to the ground and were instantly split into two by the air flow. Jun Lin's aura suddenly became violent, and he grabbed Shen Sinian and protected him behind him.

"Someone."

Her deep eyes became cold again, as if they were tempered with ice. A strong murderous aura swirled around her body. She was like a wild beast waiting for an opportunity to catch its prey. The terrifying and dangerous aura made the young man stiffen suddenly.

The attitude of these kings is so easy-going that they almost forget that their master is known as a tyrant.

She herself is an unparalleled blade that kills enemies.

"Help--"

“Help—”

The miserable and urgent cry for help scared the birds in the forest. Jun Lin looked at the young man in golden robe running towards them, and he and Shen Sinian were silent, which was rare.

That golden robe must be made of gold thread.

The bell ornament hanging around the waist is probably also made of polished gold.

Are you so generous?

They were so arrogant that they couldn't even notice the group of black-clad and masked assassins following him.