Female CEO's Super Bodyguard

The light screen disappeared and Yang Ping came back to reality from her shock. She looked at her blankly and asked.    

She did not reply as she brought Yang Ping to another place.    

This was the southwest corner of the field.    

There are graves here.    

Yang Ping could clearly see the names on the tombs, but she had never heard of any of them before, which made him suspicious in her heart.    

Heavenly Tomb.    

Wu Xin.    

Lightning Haste.    

Hong Xue.    

"..."    

Yang Ping had never heard of the names of tombstones before, but for some reason, she was extremely familiar with them, because these names were all lying on the tombstone. Most importantly, when she brought him here, her eyes were filled with grief as she looked at the tombstone.    

Following that, Yang Ping was infected by her emotions and felt unwell in her heart.    

An endless wave of grievance rose in his heart.    

A surge of rage rushed through his mind.    

An endless killing intent surged into the world.    

For some reason, Yang Ping had this feeling of empathy for the same disease, and this kind of emotion made him furious. Although she had never seen these people before, nor seen their achievements, the depths of his heart gradually gave birth to a kind of reverence.    

They are great.    

Just like the girl in front of him.    

In this small world, she silently guarded the pure land.    

Yang Ping no longer wanted to ask where this place was and who she was, because none of this was important.    

On the other side of the light screen, there was a destructive force that was waiting for the opportunity to break the seal and descend into the real world. If it was before, Yang Ping thought that it was a fantasy, something that only movies would have, but when it appeared before her eyes alive, she felt that it was real.    

They exist.    

They will come.    

Yang Ping's face became gloomy as she stared at the tombstone. After a long while, she heaved a sigh of relief and said: "Thank you."    

This is the original thank you.    

It was because these people sacrificed themselves for the peace of the world and for the peace of China. It was them who guarded this place and used their youth and blood to protect this pure land. It was laughable that the upper echelons were still scheming and scheming, openly and covertly fighting between countries. The Sacred Grounds and the Sacred Grounds were falling out for the sake of benefits, and there were even many experts who seemed to have gone into seclusion, controlling everything in the world from afar.    

He compared the two and suddenly wanted to laugh.    

Needless to say, there were some things that did not need to be done.    

Yang Ping felt justice in her heart and blurted out, "If I can survive, I will think of every possible way. Even if I have to sacrifice myself, I will protect this pure land and not let them appear in the human world."    

She smiled and nodded.    

He was finally comforted.    

They left the cemetery and she invited him into the hut. Yang Ping originally thought that it was impossible, but now it was actually possible. He vaguely knew that it was because when he saw the tombstone, she had a promise to sacrifice her life for humanity.    

He had passed the test.    

They entered the thatched cottage.    

The hut was very simple and crude.    

However, it was very clean to the point that it was spotless. It was as if he had entered a world of ice and snow.    

There was no tea, only dew.    

A dewdrop that was brewed with more than ten different types of the rarest medicinal herbs. The medicinal herbs that she had previously collected were precisely for the purpose of brewing this kind of thing. Two priceless cups. If taken out, the ancient items that would cause a sensation in the Christie's Auction House would be used to drink.    

"Please."    

She laughed.    

Yang Ping took a sip, and with a whoosh, her entire being's essence, energy, and divine force shot to the horizon, causing the injuries within her body to heal and even giving rise to the impulse of a dried up Qi of Top Yang. Yang Ping was overjoyed, it was just an impulse, and did not truly regenerate.    

One cup down.    

No more hunger, no more thirst.    

Beautiful nectar and jade dew.    

Yang Ping exclaimed, and said: "This item should only be found in the heavens, it's extremely rare to hear about it in the mortal world."    

She said, "Destined one, you've passed."    

Yang Ping was startled, and looked at her.    

She said, "There were a lot of people who came in here, but they have all turned into corpses. The corpses were in the cave where you came from."    

Yang Ping's expression changed as she took in a breath of cold air.    

Could it be that those people died because they didn't pass?    

She saw the doubt in Yang Ping's heart and said: "I've always been waiting for a fated person, but this is not the current you, because your strength is too weak. I thought that the fated person would be an expert like the Heavenly Tomb, but unfortunately, you came too early. "    

He let out a soft sigh, and an indescribable grief filled his heart.    

Yang Ping could not help but ask: "Then what kind of strength do I have to qualify?"    

She laughed.    

He then extended a finger that was as beautiful as green onion and pointed it at the sky.    

Yang Ping's eyes blurred, as if she could see the world collapsing, and countless cracks appearing in the ground. Countless cracks appeared in the space, and any one of them was enough to kill an expert with Subsaintly State.    

With a single finger, he had severed the world.    

Yang Ping's eyes glazed over, she could not believe it.    

In front of him, she possessed incomparable strength.    

Had he already reached the pinnacle of the human world?    

Yang Ping didn't dare believe it. She reckoned that she could ascend the mountain and clear the entire Sacred Ground by herself.    

"Old Man Tianmu is one realm higher than me. I am far from being his match. "    

Her words caused Yang Ping to fall into a deathly silence.    

Hehe.    

Yang Ping self-deprecatingly said: "I don't dare to think of this realm, because I know of my own potential and I will never be able to achieve it. Furthermore, you said that I was fated to do it, so before, I might have believed you, but …" Seeing her request to have the same strength as the Heavenly Tomb, it seemed impossible, and said helplessly, "Do you think I can fulfill it?"    

A hand reached over and gently caressed his dejected face.    

It was as warm as jade.    

It felt good.    

Yang Ping stared blankly at her absolute beauty. She caressed his face and gently said, "Since you are destined to be her, then you will definitely reach the realm of the Old Man Tianmu. I believe you, but you have to be confident. "Don't be discouraged."    

"Is that possible?"    

Yang Ping asked again.    

Letting go of her face, she murmured, "Yes, I believe that there is a miracle in this world."    

Yang Ping was silent.    

She had already reached the limit of the martial path, and it was impossible for her to go any further. With her current strength, it was impossible for her to have the urge to fight, unless she wanted to become a Super Saiyan.    

However, looking at her lonely appearance …    

Yang Ping felt pity in her heart. She didn't know why, but he had the impulse to roar crazily.    

Isn't it just the power of the Old Man Tianmu?    

Wasn't it just surpassing her cultivation realm?    

Why she could imagine.    

He couldn't bear it like a man.    

Save the world.    

Protect the pure land.    

Could it be that he couldn't bear all these?    

A woman could guard this place in obscurity, and she might not be able to leave this place for the rest of her life.    

I can!    

This was what Yang Ping wanted to say the most.    

That's right.    

If a woman could reach such a level, then he could definitely be chosen as someone who was fated.    

If he had to be confident himself.    

What would she think?    

Yang Ping's gaze was firm, and emitted a light that had never been seen before, as she said solemnly: "I will definitely do it."    

She laughed.    

Because of her smile, the world turned dark.    

"I'll wait for you."    

She caressed Yang Ping's face and said softly, "Everything is like a dream, like mist or lightning. We hope that one day, we will become a reality when we meet again. "    

Yang Ping wanted to grab her hand.    

"Here you go."    

She placed a small knife in Yang Ping's hand and whispered: "I'll be waiting for you to come back."    

Yang Ping was startled, and wanted to say something.    

The scene changed.    

Everything disappeared.    

Yang Ping opened her eyes and realized that her surroundings wasn't just a small world, but a pitch black cave.    

Was it a dream, or was it real?    

Yang Ping laughed involuntarily, and thought to herself, I knew it, how could there be such a terrifying existence, how could there be such a heaven and earth, and how could there be another Zhu Xi?    

It was just a dream.    

But after laughing for a short while, Yang Ping felt that there was something wrapped around her neck. When she lowered her head to look, her expression changed greatly.    

A small knife hung from it like a bell.