Chapter 74: Manhuang is such a clever little guy

Minghe put one hand around her waist and the other hand through her legs, and picked her up easily, which surprised him for a moment.

How can it be so light?

It is hard to imagine that such strong explosive power and peerless martial arts are hidden in this light body.

Manhuang walked over and opened the door of the compartment, and a small dormitory appeared before his eyes.

The big girl gently pulled open the quilt again. Minghe put her on the bed with gentle movements and took off her shoes. Minghe tucked the quilt for her, but she was not obedient and just didn't want to cover herself with the quilt.

Once you stretch out your hand and kick your foot, no one will be able to get anything done.

The autumn nights were chilly, how could she not cover herself with a blanket? Minghe was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she kicked, and he covered her with it. She kicked again, and he covered her with it again.

Wild: “…”

People who practice martial arts are actually in good health, especially those who have reached the pinnacle like Jun Lin, who has tremendous internal strength. She is not afraid of the severe cold, and even used to practice martial arts in winter wearing only a single piece of clothing.

But Manhuang was still worried, and he would always subconsciously protect her.

It was probably because he was born tall. The two-meter-tall little giant looked at Jun Lin, who was only 1.7 meters tall and had thin bones. It was like putting a rag doll in front of him, with her small arms and legs, and he was afraid that something might happen to her.

Manhuang also came over to join in the quilt-covering, and Minghe started laughing as he was covering himself: "What kind of weirdness is this? How can you sleep without a quilt?"

Manhuang said dryly, "I guess the Lord is dreaming again. He should be cleaning up the traitors in his dream. Maybe he will be at peace for a while."

That was almost the case, because she dreamed of Bingwen, who was swinging his fist and hitting someone in the face.

Ming He laughed dumbly.

This matter must be kept secret, otherwise where will the head of the family save face when he wakes up tomorrow?

The two of them waited patiently, and sure enough, after a few minutes, she fell asleep. Her breathing became steady and long, and her sleeping face was peaceful and calm.

Ming He sighed: "It's not easy either."

Manhuang scratched the back of his head and excused her: "The master was practicing martial arts even in his dreams, no wonder his martial arts skills are so superb."

Is it okay to double the effort?

If Jun Lin knew this, he would be moved to tears.

In her dream, she punched Bingwen fiercely with such ferocity that her movements were so large and violent that her collar opened slightly, revealing a small piece of her delicate collarbone, making the two of them laugh at her.

Minghe kept laughing.

Probably because I never thought she would have this side.

I've seen many reliable and steady looks, but now I really think the contrast is so cute.

He stepped forward and used his slender fingertips to straighten her collar, his eyes calm and peaceful, but suddenly he paused, and even his fingers trembled slightly.

Manhuang immediately leaned over and asked quietly, "What's wrong?"

Ming He saw the white cloth strip exposed at the corner, frowned and unbuttoned her collar a little more, revealing a small piece of her chest. The layers of white cloth wrapped around her made his heart skip a beat.

"When was the master injured?"

He muttered absentmindedly, his voice hoarse.

Manhuang's aura suddenly changed, and he was so ferocious that he wanted to run over and tear the enemy who hurt his master into pieces immediately.

“The Lord Never Told Me…”

He drooped his eyelids and looked gloomy: "She is trying to be strong again."

Don't you want us to worry?

There was a subtle tremor in Minghe's voice. This was unlike him, not like the him who held the code and represented order, calm and indifferent.

But in this life, there is someone who can pull his mind away, making him lose his sanity and become unable to form an army.

"Who in this world can hurt the master of the family?"

He couldn't even imagine how strong the enemy was. He was about to untie the cloth strip to check the wound with his fingertips, but was stopped by Manhuang.

"The Lord hid our story because he didn't want others to see our wounds."

The loyal dog, relying on his understanding of Jun Lin since childhood, forbeared and said: "She is the king. The king will not show his vulnerable side and make his subjects uneasy."

Just like the dignity of a king.

Strong and reliable, it only shows a reassuring side.

Minghe hesitated for a moment before finally letting go of the cloth strip. He didn't want to do anything that would go against her wishes.

Under Manhuang's affirmative gaze, she carefully straightened her collar, then rolled up her sleeves and sighed softly.

But I didn't expect that the master of the house usually looks thin, but the muscles on his chest are slightly raised and firm. It's true that people who practice martial arts cannot just look at the surface.

The two of them walked out with worries.

Jun Lin, who was sleeping soundly, had no idea that he was about to be exposed but was saved by Man Huang.

In fact, she was well developed, but she used a lot of force every time she wrapped her chest. The cloth strips were wrapped around and around, and the snow-ball was pressed flatter from a round shape. Because there were too many cloth strips wrapped around, it felt harder to the touch, much like the muscles of a big man like Manhuang.

In fact, she would untie the cloth strips before going to bed every night, but today she was too tired and fell asleep suddenly. If she was resting, and Minghe and Manhuang were making such a fuss, then her exposure would be a foregone conclusion.

She was lucky to have raised an honest and simple man like Manhuang, so she escaped the disaster temporarily.

But when they found out her true gender later, they regretted their decision. Minghe pointed at Manhuang's nose and sighed for a long time.

The moonlight is changing, the stars are moving, the twilight is quietly fading away, the sky is turning pale, dawn is coming, it's daybreak.

Jun Lin turned over, her eyelashes trembled a few times and then slowly opened her eyes. She sat up and yawned, and casually put her long hair that fell in front of her body behind her head. After about a minute, the sleepiness in her eyes gradually turned into clarity.

I guess I couldn't hold myself together and fell asleep last night.

She reflected that she had become more and more lax recently because she relied on her acquaintances. How could this be possible?

Thinking of this, she got out of bed, left the dormitory, and went to the desk. She immediately saw the documents that Minghe had carefully arranged.

The outline has been filled in. As she browses, her expression softens, joy appears in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and she is full of admiration for the person in her heart, and her liking for him rises to a new level.

The young emperor walked to the door, opened it, and stretched comfortably in the morning sun.

Then he went back to the house, took out his long sword, and started dancing in the bright morning light.

No matter how busy she is, she must never give up practicing martial arts. Learning never ends. Her martial arts are not just for show, but are supported by an extremely solid foundation. It seems natural that she is strong.

He was dressed in hunting clothes and dancing gracefully. His sword energy condensed into solid white mist, and his slender eyebrows were heroic and sharp.

Her sword moves were of a kind that were both gorgeous, beautiful, and practical. When she moved, her wide sleeves fluttered like a pair of wings, and she was like a cold and aloof black crane gently descending, looking elegant and graceful.

“Pah, pah, pah—”

Passionate applause came, Jun Lin didn't look at the person who came, just curled her lips and smiled, she curled one leg, turned the long sword in her hand, the majestic sword energy spread out, her slender waist twisted, her black hair was disheveled, the waves were pushed aside, and the sword stabbed out with an overwhelming force.

"Today I will teach you a trick, just watch carefully."

Yan Yu, who was standing far away, seemed to have never taken his eyes off her. She was the strongest and most unrivaled swordsman, the king of Dajing, who convinced him wholeheartedly.

She seemed to be dancing, but each move was determined, graceful and full of danger.

The young man's heart was moved by her every move. He was grateful that she was willing to teach him.

He went to southern Xinjiang willingly.

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