Strongest Guard

0There were eight hundred people, and everyone was concerned about Lee Nanfang's whereabouts.    

    

However, no one would miss Yue Zitong …    

    

This was because she had fallen into the sea after committing suicide. Even if he could find her, she would only be a corpse.    

    

When her aunt was still alive, her snow-white legs, long face, and plate were all beautiful. She had a mature lady's temperament, but after she had turned into a corpse, she had become one. Ai, let's just not talk about it anymore. Everyone could only suppress their grief within their hearts and silently told her to continue living in the underworld with her dreams.    

    

Since he was already dead, he should still worry about living.    

    

No one would think that Scumbag Lee could drown after killing his aunt.    

    

Yang Xiao had made it very clear that the moment he jumped into the sea, the Black Dragon would return and tear some unknown evildoer to shreds.    

    

The Black Dragon had already successfully returned to Lee Nanfang. After jumping into the sea, not only would he never commit suicide to apologize before finding Yue Zitong, even if he wanted to die, the Black Dragon would not let him die.    

    

Nanfang and the Dragon Lord were like abandoned wives. They had stayed in Qingshan's Dragon-hiding Stream for more than two years, and were finally able to embrace him intimately. If this scum was allowed to seek death — unless it was fake.    

    

However, there were a lot of people who were concerned about Lee Nanfang's whereabouts. Why did Min Rou ask for Second Fool's opinion now? Should she tell Yang Tiantian?    

    

Yang Tiantian was only one of the eight hundred students. Min Rou could only tell her mistress that she had already found Lee Nanfang and set sail to kill Dong Yang.    

    

As for who his wife would tell, that was not a matter at all.    

    

Not to mention, as long as Yang Tiantian was in the eight hundred, she wouldn't be able to hide it even if she wanted to.    

    

However, when Second Fool heard Min Rou ask this question, he frowned and pondered for a moment before whispering, "Rou'er, just as my aunt said, tell her as soon as you find Nanfang."    

    

If there is news about Lee Nanfang, please let me know immediately.    

    

I don't need eight hundred people to tell me. I need to know about him as soon as possible.    

    

Because I am no longer Tongtong's mother, I am the Yutang of atonement.    

    

These few words were specifically brought up by Yang Tiantian to Lee Nanfang's mother, Mengxiu, after she found out that Yue Zitong and her wife had fallen into the sea.    

    

After a long period of silence, Mengxiu agreed.    

    

The two women chatted about so many things the night the peach blossoms bloomed. Only the Old Village Head, his wife, and Xie Qingshang and their wife knew about it.    

    

However, other than Mengxiu and the Old Village Head, the Mistress and the others did not know why Yang Tiantian purposely emphasized that she was no longer Yue Zitong's mother, but the redemptive Yuwen Xiuro.    

    

Min Rou certainly did not know about things that even her wife did not know.    

    

All she knew was that the two sisters had received a call from their mistress, which was a serious matter.    

    

In order to make it easier for Min Rou and the others to find Lee Nanfang and inform Yang Tiantian in time, Xie Qingshang specially removed a telephone line to go to Monarch Valley and set it up in the stone hut she lived in.    

    

Min Rou nodded and found the phone number.    

    

Eight hundred.    

    

Monarch Valley.    

    

When the morning sunlight rose from the east horizon, Yang Tiantian had just returned from the direction of the collapsed Monarch Tower.    

    

On the night that the peach blossoms bloomed, after her and Mengxiu's heart-to-heart talk, her personality remained the same, and she would still scream in fear when she saw the mice. Her face was pale, but her mental appearance and living habits had changed.    

    

And her body.    

    

In the past, when she stayed at the Monarch Valley, what she did everyday was to eat her fill and then sit at the side of the stream, staring blankly at the Monarch Tower that had sunk deep into the Yellow Springs. Sometimes she would smile, sometimes she would feel bashful, and sometimes she would feel fear …    

    

But now, she would wake up on time at five in the morning and follow the small stream towards the Monarch Valley ruins.    

    

He went back and forth ten times.    

    

Each time, it was around 500 meters.    

    

Yang Tiantian's previous physique was like a weak spokesperson. However, after persisting for five kilometers every morning for three months, her body had clearly become much stronger.    

    

Her waist was thin, showing off the roundness of her crotch, and her legs seemed to have grown longer, but her breasts weren't affected at all, and she still struggled to break free from the gravity. Simply put, from behind, she was no different from a girl in her twenties.    

    

Especially her originally sickly white skin, began to emit a white porcelain luster.    

    

However, her clothes had 'degenerated'. They were no longer the proper clothes like before, but the common rural women's clothes.    

    

The clothes and shoes she wore were all woven by her own hands.    

    

He also had a piece of blue cloth wrapped around his head — the aura of a bumpkin was extremely strong.    

    

The reason why Yang Tiantian became like this wasn't because she was doing this on purpose, but because she needed to live.    

    

On the other side of the stream, she opened up a piece of barren land about half an acre in size.    

    

There were two rows of vegetable fields, eggplant cucumbers and potatoes, and on the right side was the corn to be harvested.    

    

A group of red-haired hens were squawking as they drilled their way through the crowd.    

    

Beside the cornfield, there was a stone mill.    

    

Who would have thought that this crude stone mill would be hammered out by Yang Tiantian's small hands one by one with a chisel?    

    

Let's put it this way, Yang Tiantian was currently on her own.    

    

She especially loved cooking.    

    

Every time Mengxiu and her mistress came to visit her, they would bring some cooking recipes for her to study and practice.    

    

Why did she need to exercise?    

    

Why change the habits of life for half a lifetime, plant land, raise chickens, learn to cook?    

    

Mistress who had been here a few times did not know.    

    

Mengxiu didn't know either, but every time she looked at him, her eyes would be filled with mixed emotions. In fact, each time a cold killing intent rose up into the air, which would then vanish.    

    

Yang Tiantian might not have seen Mengxiu's reaction, but she could feel it.    

    

But she didn't care.    

    

Because she knew very well that no matter what Mengxiu thought, she wouldn't stop her, nor would she harm her. She would only cooperate with her unconditionally.    

    

From a woman who used to look at people with her eyes, to a woman who didn't have to care about anyone's thoughts, it felt like — well?    

    

Yes.    

    

It must be good.    

    

This could be seen from the time that Yang Tiantian ran back to the stone house and wiped the sweat off her forehead. She didn't even try to conceal her gentle smile when she saw that Mengxiu had arrived at the entrance of the stone house.    

    

Mengxiu immediately looked away, the corner of her mouth curving up in a disdainful smile.    

    

Compared to Yang Tiantian, who had changed greatly over the past few months, Mengxiu had not changed much. She still wore a loose, white robe with long, white hair that draped over her shoulders.    

    

However, Mengxiu wouldn't go crazy again.    

    

"You came so early today?"    

    

Yang Tiantian leaned against the window of the stone house and took a linen towel from the broom. She wiped her sweat with her right hand while supporting her right wrist with her left.    

    

It was just wiping his sweat. Was there a need to be so sentimental?    

    

Mengxiu couldn't bear to see this, so she indifferently said, "I couldn't fall asleep, so I came to take a walk."    

    

"Where's my recipe?"    

    

"I just brought you one last month."    

    

"I'm done."    

    

"Yang Tiantian, do you really think that …"    

    

Just as Mengxiu was frowning, the sound of a ringing phone rang out from within the stone house.    

    

The smile on Yang Tiantian's face instantly froze.    

    

Mengxiu's brows suddenly twitched, and her pale face immediately flushed red.    

    

The phone had been there for more than a few months, but it never rang.    

    

Last month, Yang Tiantian's cooking fire, 800 villagers would rather stick out their tongues like rabbits to see what was going on, no one dialled.    

    

Because everyone knew that when the phone rang, there was news about Lee Nanfang.    

    

It was because she knew all this that Mengxiu's heart was beating so fast — she was confident that her son would not die, but these past few months had been like a year for her. She had been waiting for so long that she wanted to go crazy.    

    

Now, his son had news.    

    

Was he dead or alive?    

    

Mengxiu, who clearly knew that her son would not die, staggered and by the time she did, Yang Tiantian had already entered the house.    

    

She rushed to the door, lifted her right foot and grabbed the door frame. However, just as she was about to land on the ground, she slowly pulled it back.    

    

No one was allowed to take even half a step into Yang Tiantian's stone house!    

    

This was also a rule she set down, and no one dared to disobey it.    

    

Mengxiu had told her so many things on that night when the peach blossoms were in full bloom.    

    

The main reason was because of her "previous life's identity", she lived inside the Monarch Valley.    

    

In the past, second master who guarded the Monarch Tower had guarded it for who knows how many years, but his hair should still have turned white, and if he should died, he should die — He was no different from a normal person.    

    

Yang Tiantian was different.    

    

According to Mengxiu, in her previous life, she had been sent as an apology gift by Yuwen Clan to Lao Yang for Emperor Yang.    

    

Although the Monarch Tower had sunk deep into the Yellow Springs, and the Dragonpulse inside their Monarch Valley had also been greatly affected, there was still some dragon aura left.    

    

In other words, this was the "Yin Palace" that Emperor Yang lived in for thousands of years after he returned. Since it was his territory, it naturally had a soul.    

    

It was precisely this wisp of Emperor Yang's soul that had a great impact on Yu Wen's family's atonement product, Yu Wen Xiu Duo Luo. It had changed her.    

    

Mengxiu didn't dare to lightly offend her, even though she seemed to be deep in thought, constantly saying random things and doing random things.    

    

To put it bluntly, the Monarch Tower had sunk deep into the Yellow Springs, and after Wu Tie's Dragon Soul had left the Green Mountain Dragon-hiding Stream, this place had become a cold palace. Yang Tiantian was the master of the cold palace, and even if Lee Nanfang's mother was present, Mengxiu had to obediently follow her rules.    

    

Otherwise, there might be a disaster. After Lee Nanfang's accident, his wife had personally gone to the northwest to visit the old and bald man and listen to his words.    

    

If they violated the rules set by Yang Tiantian, what disaster would happen?    

    

The old thief laughed without saying a word.    

    

The more vague Master Empty's words were, the more Mengxiu didn't dare to take another step forward. She could only watch as Yang Tiantian answered the phone.    

    

The light in the stone house was very dim.    

    

The Monarch Valley was an environment that was like spring all year round, and the stone house was close to the stream.    

    

This was not the case.    

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The stone house was very dry. There was no smell of mildew, and only a faint, sweet fragrance was floating in the air.    

    

Like an orchid.    

    

After Yang Tiantian picked up the phone, she turned her back to the door and did not say anything.    

    

Looking at her blurry figure, Mengxiu actually had an unspeakable illusion. It was as if her entire body was emitting a faint halo of light.    

    

Pink.    

    

It was also the color of a blossoming peach flower.    

    

The sweet smell in the room also seemed to gradually grow stronger. It was very intoxicating.    

    

Mengxiu closed her eyes subconsciously, and after inhaling twice in succession, she suddenly felt intoxicated.    

    

No.    

    

It was not the feeling of drunkenness.    

    

It was as if there was the restlessness of a young man looking at the moon and thinking of his lover, slowly rising from his limbs and bones, causing Mengxiu's breathing to become noticeably heavier.    

    

While she was immersed in this indescribable feeling, she suddenly heard someone ask indifferently, "Now you know why I won't let you into the house, right?"    

    

"Ah?" "Ahhh!"    

    

Mengxiu screamed as if she had been awakened from a dream, staggering backward.    

    

When the cold wind blew, she instantly woke up. However, she could feel that her cheeks were a little hot. She looked at Yang Tiantian and asked with a raspy voice, "What, what's going on?"    

    

Yang Tiantian's eyes were filled with a strange light. With a vicious expression, she lowered her head and said indifferently, "This is his punishment."    

    

This was his punishment?    

    

Who is he?    

    

What punishment?    

    

Mengxiu was stunned for a moment. She was about to blurt out these words when she suddenly understood. After a long while, she sighed softly.    

    

"Don't sigh, I've already accepted it."    

    

Yang Tiantian walked to the side of the stone house and looked at the cornfield on the other side of the stream.    

    

Mengxiu immediately understood: "You're going to look for Nanfang?"    

    

Yang Tiantian replied without turning her head, "I shouldn't have asked. Don't ask."    

    

Mengxiu was at a loss. "Then, what should I ask?"    

    

Yang Tiantian turned around and looked at the gradually reddening East, saying dreamily, "For example, if you don't abide by the rules set by me, what kind of disaster would occur?"    

    

Mengxiu had wanted to know this question for a long time, so she asked anxiously, "What kind of disaster happened?"    

    

Your son will die.    

    

These five words were the answer Yang Tiantian had given Mengxiu.