Chapter 337： Conclusion

Unable to stand her soft words, Long Yu blushed a little more on his little face covered with tears.

Looking at Feng Xi's familiar face, Long Yu couldn't help leaning closer.

"Sister Fengxi, do you still remember how you kissed Yu'er during the calamity in the world?"

"nature."

Feng Xi grabbed the little man's body and threw herself on it.

…

A world of mortals, a dream, a lifetime of misty rain and a song.

If you think about the whirling in the world, you will have nowhere to go; if you see all kinds of red and purple, it will turn into ashes in passing.

—

The Celestial Clan was overjoyed, celebrating together from all over the world.

Fengxi returns, marrying the prince of the dragon clan as king, inheriting the position of Tianzun.

The **** respects Fengyi, hires the bamboo fairy as the king, and has traveled all over the world since then.

Since then, the gods and couples have never envied others.

…

"Wife Zun, there is news from my sister."

Holding the crane in her arms, Bi Zhu flew into Feng Yi's arms, and handed the crane over.

Feng Yi embraced Bizhu's body with one hand, and waved lightly with the other, Xianhe opened his mouth slowly.

"Yu'er is happy, come back soon."

Bizhu was overjoyed, and leaned on Feng Yi's shoulder and said, "Brother-in-law is happy? This is a great thing!"

"Hmph... stink, we will work hard to catch up with them."

The crane spread its wings and left, disappearing at the end of the cloud layer, leaving only the whistling and panting that made people blush and heartbeat.

…

"Mother, why do we have to move again?"

The little bun was lying on Feng Yi's shoulder, looking at the village behind him with those big innocent eyes, his eyes were full of reluctance.

"Because Qing'er's friends have grown up!"

The indifference in Feng Ai's body has long been turned into tenderness in front of her son. Ever since she had Feng Siqing, the godly Feng Ai has become a twenty-four-year-old good mother, who dotes on her son to the bottom of her heart.

"They will grow up, why not Qing'er?"

Feng Siqing looked down at her short legs, and shook his chubby hands in front of Feng Yi's eyes, with an unhappy expression on her face.

"Because Qing'er is different from them. Qing'er is a fairy body with an infinite lifespan, but they are mortal wombs and cannot live for a hundred years."

Feng Yi patiently explained, holding her son in one hand and her husband in the other, they rode up on the clouds.

"Is that sister Huang also a fairy body?"

The sister Huang mentioned by Feng Siqing is Feng Xi and Long Yu's daughter Feng Feng. Because of the noble status of her mother and father, she was born different from others.

"Yes! Your sister Huang is also a little fairy."

Hearing that someone grew up as slowly as herself, Feng Siqing was very happy, she clapped her little hands and shouted to find Fenghuang to play with.

At the end of the heaven, a girl in white is flying through the clouds. The white light from her fingertips hits the clouds and turns into small flowers floating above.

"Sister Huang..."

Little Baozi's waxy voice came from behind him, the strength in the girl's hands decreased instantly, she turned around suddenly, and the indifference on her face was replaced by joy when she saw the person coming.

If he didn't know that this was Feng Xi and Long Yu's child, Bi Zhu would have wondered if Feng Yi had found another man outside.

This Phoenix's small face is ten to ten like Feng Yi's, even the indifferent aura on his body is the same.

"Aunt, uncle, brother Qing'er."

Fenghuang flew forward and threw himself on Fengyi.

Feng Ai hugged her up, this child is growing fast, it's been a long time since I haven't seen her, and it's almost on Feng Ai's shoulder.

"If the mother knows that the aunt's family is back, she might be so happy!"

Fenghuang lay in Fengyi's arms and pinched Feng Siqing's little cheek, which made him giggle.

"Huang'er, how old are you, why are you still being held by your aunt?"

A familiar voice came from a distance, Feng Yi looked up and killed the sister who looked exactly like her.

"Chenmei has seen Tianzun."

Feng Yi hugged the two children and did not let go, her tone was full of playfulness.

"It's not against harmony at all for you to do these vain rituals."

Feng Xi chuckled, stepped forward and hugged Feng Siqing's chubby body, and kissed that chubby little face twice.

Feng Siqing hugged Feng Xi's neck and hummed, muttering: "Auntie and mother are standing together, and Qing'er will not be able to tell who is aunt and who is mother."

The little guy's words made everyone chuckle, Feng Xi looked at his little face dotingly and said: "It's all the same."

The two of them have shared the same body for so many years, their flesh and blood are fused together, and their souls are connected, how can they be so clearly distinguished.

"How does sister know that we are coming back today?"

Feng Yi took Bi Zhu's hand, followed Feng Xi's side and asked.

"There is a tacit understanding."

An indescribable feeling, as if she knew Feng Yi would come back today.

"Fengyi Palace has been cleaned by a little fairy servant. You can go back directly later. Now let's go to Tianjun Palace first. Yu'er may be in a hurry."

"Also."

"Auntie, Qing'er wants to go play with Sister Huang for a while, okay?"

Feng Siqing hugged Feng Xi's neck, dangling her calf and said coquettishly.

"Go, ask your sister to take you to the lotus pond. This year's koi can jump extraordinarily high!"

Feng Xi put Feng Siqing down, Feng Siqing hurriedly went to hold Fenghuang's hand, before Bi Zhu could give her instructions, the two siblings had already flown away.

"Siqing is really a cute child. Boys are always more painful."

Feng Xi withdrew her gaze and sighed slightly.

"Siqing has a temperament like his father, but I'm worried that he will be bullied in the future."

The child is only a little old, and Feng Yi has already started to worry about what will happen to him after he gets married.

If Feng Siqing married someone, Feng Ai would definitely go to the door of someone's house every day to guard her, fearing that someone would bully her son.

"Son of God Zun Feng Yi, no one dares to bully him even if he has ten guts!"

Feng Xi looked at her younger sister with a funny face, and really couldn't understand her premature worry.

"Hmph... If you want to marry my son, it depends on whether she has the ability."

Feng Yi's arm suddenly hurt, Bi Zhu gave her a dissatisfied look.

"How old is the child! Are you not ashamed to say this?"

Feng Yi pursed her lips and didn't dare to say anything, Feng Xi just pretended that she didn't hear.

Who would have thought that Feng Ai, the **** who was popular all over the world back then, was also a fear of guilt.

The laughter spread far and wide, showing infinite true feelings.

Thousands of bees and butterflies dance in the flowers, and half an acre of peach garden is full of red.

Looking at the flying springs from a distance, you can see the springs floating in white, and you can see the willows and greenery facing the wind up close.

If you want to keep the fragrance and add new ink, take Chunying and gather it in the inkstone.

Living in the fairyland of the mortal world, the world and the sky blend together.

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At the end of the book, thanks to the little fairies for following along, there will be a sweet episode.

PS:

①Little milk dog series "My Prince and His Royal Highness", the human love between Fengxi and the little prince.

②In "A Female Venerable, There is a Jin Mohan", the love between Fengyi and Bizhu is as deep as the sea.

③ " ", waiting for thousands of years, wandering for ten generations, is all sweet.

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Thank you for your perseverance in the past two years. If you like the little sweet article of the heroine, please pay attention to the author, and there will be more works dedicated to you.

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Fantasia also loves radishes

The well-known **** Nanjun in Beijing is the only daughter of Zhennan Wang. Because she was favored since childhood, she always acts in her own way.

No, that dandy took those cronies to Zuihonglou again.

"His Royal Highness invited me here today, is it just to have a drink with you?"

The woman in green at the side looked at Nan Jun, who was drinking one glass after another, and couldn't help teasing.

"Hey! You'll be in tears if you talk too much. The queen mother actually found a male tiger for my highness to be the queen of the world. She really wants the life of my highness!"

Nan Jun raised his head and swallowed the drink in the glass, with a depressed expression on his face.

"I don't know which family's son the King of Zhennan has appointed for His Royal Highness?"

When several people heard what Nan Jun said, they couldn't help but become curious. They poked their heads and stared at Nan Jun, waiting for her to speak.

"Ouch! Young Master, you can't go in..."

Before Nan Jun could speak in the future, the door was kicked open from the outside. A young man in red stood at the door with a flushed face, staring at Nan Jun with anger, disappointment, and anger in his eyes. Wronged.

"Isn't this the little overlord of the Duke Protector's family?"

The ladies of several aristocratic families shrank back one after another, and no one dared to take a whip from the beauty in red.

"Nanjun, I've already made a marriage contract with you, why do you still come to this kind of place to have fun?"

Qiao Yun looked at the bewildered woman holding the wine glass with red eyes, full of grievances.

If it wasn't for his reluctance, he would have hit her face with this whip.

"You, you, you... who promised to marry you?"

Nan Jun plucked up his courage and glared at the person who came, with an expression of disbelief.

What she wants to marry is that beautiful, wise, well-educated lady, so she doesn't want to marry this little bully who can easily throw the whip.

"You, obviously you said that I would not marry you!"

Qiao Yun stood at the door, her little face was frighteningly red, but her imposing manner was not lost to anyone.

"Nonsense! When did this palace say that I wanted to marry you?"

Seeing that Qiao Yun's hand holding the whip was trembling, Nan Yan hurriedly picked up the jug on the table and stood in front of him. If he was unhappy and whipped her, he didn't know how much force the jug could block.

"You don't believe what you say."

A whip slammed over, smashing the dishes on the table.

"Fantasy."

With a whip, the pear wood table collapsed.

"No responsibility."

A whip passed by and broke the bench leg of the woman in green.

Seeing this, everyone ran away one after another, leaving only Nan Jun to face the angry Qiao Yun.

"Eh? Don't go, you...you...are not loyal enough!"

Nan Jun was angry and scared, it's not that she couldn't beat Qiao Yun, she just attacked a man, how could it be a woman?

What's more, she couldn't bear it.

But being persecuted by him like this is really a shame to her.

"Am I not good-looking enough?"

Qiao Yun retracted the whip in his hand, took a step forward, and asked.

"No, you're pretty."

The number one beauty in Beijing, Qiao Yun, who dares to say that he is not good-looking.

What's the use of just looking good?

Who would dare to marry such a little tiger?

Qiao Yun smiled wryly, approached Nanyun and said, "You coveted my appearance back then, you took the initiative to provoke me, and promised me the position of king, but now you are going to renege on your debt?"

Nan Jun shrank back, and muttered in a low voice, "Then who knew that you were the little tiger of the Huguogong family!"

The important thing is to know that this little beauty is a well-known bully, even if she has a hundred guts, she wouldn't dare to provoke him!

"Okay." Qiao Yun laughed angrily at Nan Yun, pointed to the young ladies outside and said, "Since Your Royal Highness likes you all, I will fulfill her wish today, but whoever...everyone who has served her bed Yes, I will redeem your bodies for you, and allow you to enter the Zhennan Palace as bed servants."

He said these words with great enthusiasm, but his heart was cut like a knife.

It's fine if the person he likes since he was a child doesn't like him, and he still has to take care of her.

The cynicism on Nan Jun's face suddenly disappeared, and he looked at the person in front of him in puzzlement.

"What do you mean?"

Nan Jun's tone was not kind, and Qiao Yun felt even more uncomfortable. With a flick of his eyelashes, tears rolled down his face.

"You don't need to feel sorry for them. Since I have served you, how can I touch them?"

Qiao Yun couldn't help laughing at himself, when had the always proud son of the Qiao family been so humble?

For the sake of Nanjun, he, a son of a good family who has not left the court, has come to the brothel, what else does she want?

"Who are you in this temple?"

Nan Jun stood up unhappily, for some reason, seeing him cry made her feel very distressed.

He grabbed Qiao Yun's arm and led him out of the drunken red building.

"This hall likes to play a little bit, but it knows what can and can't be done. The male hall in the red building has never touched any of them."

Reluctantly, Nan Jun pulled his sleeve to wipe the tears off Qiao Yun's face, and did not forget to explain arrogantly.

Qiao Yun looked at him with his mouth flattened, neither speaking nor moving, just staring at him like this.

Nan Jun scratched his head helplessly, wiped his face casually with his sleeve, and said uncomfortably: "Women drinking and bragging outside are just acting on the occasion, and they can't be serious. You said you are a good young man, run to What are you doing here?"

The news that Qiao Yun broke into the red building angrily and drunk today will spread throughout the capital tomorrow. How can he see people in the future after he has a bad reputation?

"Who told you to refuse the marriage?"

Qiao Yun flattened his mouth aggrievedly, looking like a poor little boy, how could he still be as aggressive as before?

"I... When did I refuse to marry?"

Nan Jun asked angrily, did she say that she didn't want to marry Qiao Yun in front of those worldly daughters, but those were all drunken words on the wine table, and she couldn't count them.

The Nan family has been preparing the dowry since yesterday, and it will be delivered to Qiao's family in a few days.

"Then you mean you are willing to marry me?"

Qiao Yun pulled Nan Jun's sleeve to wipe away the snot that was about to run down, a sly look flashed across his eyes.

"I...you have such a bad reputation, who else in Beijing would dare to marry you except this hall? This hall is kind by nature and willing to eliminate harm for the people, so let's accept you reluctantly!"

Nan Jun's eyes were full of tenderness, but his tone was a little arrogant.

"Hmph... It seems that your reputation is good."

Qiao Yun curled her lips in disdain, the two of them are not quite the same.

A big radish with a big heart and a bully in the capital, no one is better than the other.

"In this hall, there are people who walk among the flowers, not a single leaf touches their body. Do you think those vulgar fans can get into the eyes of this hall?"

Looking at the little man in front of her, the corners of Nan Ju's mouth became more and more curved. In order to be worthy of him, she had already ruined her own reputation. With him, what else would she care about?

Qiao Yun bared her little white teeth and threatened viciously: "If you marry me, you can just stay at home obediently, you big radish!"

"Who said you can't fall in love with a big carrot?"

Nan Jun murmured in a low voice, but in exchange for that little man's chuckle.

If you are a flower, I will be a leaf, always by your side.

If you are a vine, I will be a vine, entwined with you life after life.

If you become notorious, I will go to **** with you, and I will only be a person worthy of you!

Episode 2 My Boy in White

"I heard that the head of the Jianshan faction was kidnapped by the demons."

"what?"

"It is rumored that the head of the Sword Mountain Sect has extraordinary martial arts and deep cultivation, how could he be snatched away by the demon clan?"

"Who knows? The demons are crooked, maybe they used some shady tricks!"

…

The town at the foot of the mountain was talking about the robbery of the head of the Jianshan sect. The storyteller in the teahouse described the matter vividly, and everyone was cursing at the man from the demon clan for not keeping his husband's morals. He robbed the woman back in broad daylight. , It's really not a decent family.

But no one thought that, as the head of the Jianshan School, that woman's martial arts attainments are different from ordinary people, how could the mere demons **** her away?

At this time, the head of the Jianshan faction that people said was angry about her was sleeping on the bed of the little head of the demon clan, groping up and down with his hands dishonestly, which made the little devil beside him blush. red.

"You...don't mess around."

The little guy blushed and slapped away the hands that were walking on his belly, and hummed softly.

Nan Jun pulled the little man into his arms, and said without opening his eyes: "Didn't you want to **** me to be your wife-in-chief? Now you and my wife have been sleeping together for three days, don't you?" Shouldn't it be developed further?"

"No...no need, I don't want to rob you, I will send someone to send you away immediately."

Qiao Yun regretted taking back such an ancestor.

She has high martial arts skills, and no one in the demon clan is her opponent.

The strangest thing is that since she was caught in the Demon Race, she has never run or made trouble, making people have to doubt her purpose.

Fortunately, she not only stayed with the demons, but also occupied his bed every day, and touched him all day long.

As soon as he said to send her away, she said aggrievedly that she was snatched by him.

Then he regrets it now, okay?

"If I leave, what will the elders in your clan do if they bully you? Your mother just passed away, and they dare to persecute you. Do you think you, a young man, can be a match for those old women?"

Nan Jun suddenly opened his eyes, propped his head in one hand, and looked sideways at the little man who was squeezed into the bed by her.

"I... I'll just find someone else."

"Then who do you think is stronger than me?"

"No...no more..."

Qiao Yun shook his head blankly, Nan Jun was the most powerful person he had ever met, even if his mother was alive, he might not be her opponent.

"Besides, we have worshiped heaven and earth three days ago, and you are all mine. Even if I leave, I have to take you with me, right?"

"no."

"Why not? Didn't your mother teach you to marry a chicken and follow a dog?"

"me…"

The little guy blushed and didn't know what else to say, but he only felt his lips soften, and the man pressed her down again.

"Um... don't... um..."

"Your mother should have told you that after marriage, you will have a bridal chamber. I have been waiting for three days. Does your husband want me to wait another three years?"

Nan Jun stripped off the little man's white clothes, the white and tender skin that seemed to have just been peeled off almost blinded her eyes.

Yun'er, the boy in white in my dream, do you know how long I have been waiting for this day.

Even if Qiao Yun didn't **** her back to get married, she would definitely not let other women be caught by him.

How could the young boy she had been eyeing early on marry another woman?

It is said that the demons are full of evil, but Nan Jun knows very well that the demons will not go down the mountain easily, and those reputations full of evil are just some unscrupulous and righteous people who have done bad things and pushed them on others.

As the young master of the demon clan, Qiao Yun has been well protected, but his mother has always been in poor health. Before she died, she entrusted someone to send a letter to Nan Jun, asking her to take care of Qiao Yun.

Although Nan Jun's seniority is high, she is not very old. It is not a day or two for her to follow Qiao Yun.

The protectors of the Demon Race have long been eyeing the position of the Demon Lord, how can Qiao Yun, a delicate little man, control them?

Unexpectedly, Nan Ju came out halfway, although they were not convinced, but no one was Nan Jun's opponent, so they could only watch helplessly as the demons fell into Nan Jun's hands.

Qiao Yun was pure and kind, and after Nan Jun had her body removed, she obeyed her even more. Not long after, the Demon Race was renamed by Nan Jun, and joined the decent party in an open and honest manner.

The demise of the demon clan made Nanjun a famous name for the first time. It is rumored that after Nanjun, the head of the Jianshan sect, was snatched by the demon clan, he single-handedly wiped out the entire demon clan, and even rescued a white-clothed boy who looked like an exile from the demon clan. .

Nan Jun fell in love with the young man at first sight, and directly took him to Jianshan School, married him and became the head husband.

Although the establishment of the Nanshan faction aroused suspicion, no one dared to investigate because the head of the Jianshan faction was in charge.

What's more, I heard that the Nanshan faction is located deep in the mountains, surrounded by poisonous miasma, if it is not for those with extremely high martial arts, they will never return.

"Master, I can't do this trick of swimming dragon and diving well, so I ask master to teach me."

Among the disciples of the Jianshan School, there are many who are outstanding in appearance, especially those male disciples, who can't walk when they see the extraordinary figure of Nan Jun.

Nan Jun's usually expressionless face was extremely serious when he was teaching his disciple. Seeing that disciple was serious, he was willing to demonstrate it to him again.

It's just that this action has changed in the eyes of some people...

Nan Jun had just finished taking a bath, and with his wet hair on his head, he went to push the door of the bedroom, but he didn't know that the door was locked from the inside.

"Yun'er, what's wrong?"

Nan Jun asked softly while brushing his hair.

"Humph…"

There was a dissatisfied hum from inside, obviously angry.

"If you have anything to say, let's open the door and talk, okay?"

Nan Jun coaxed him with a good temper, and he was also thinking in his heart whether he had done something wrong.

"Humph…"

There was another soft hum from inside, and Nan Jun knew that he must have done something that he didn't like, which made the little guy shut her out.

Going to the window lightly, Nan Jun pushed lightly, and the window opened.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, even if the child was angry, he still knew to leave a window for her, it seems that there is a door to this matter.

"what happened?"

Nan Jun jumped in from the window, like a little man lying on the bed, and wrapped him in his arms.

"Don't you like to teach those beautiful apprentices hand in hand? Why are you still in my bed?"

It turned out to be jealous.

"You are my husband, who cares if I don't get on your bed? Could it be that you want me to get on those little apprentice's beds?"

Nan Jun deliberately teased him.

"no!"

Qiao Yun grabbed Nan Jun's arm and stopped her from moving.

The slightly chilled hair penetrated into his neck, causing the little man to tremble slightly. Nan Jun pressed him down with a serious expression.

"I don't want anyone except Yun'er..."

Allowing you to be a couple for the rest of your life, keeping you safe is my life's work.

…

—Look at the moon and protect each other, only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals.

——If you are successful, why don't you die, wishing to be a mandarin duck and not envious of immortals.

The Three Killers Also Have Love (1)

As the top killer in the Killer Pavilion, Nan Jun never dared to think about his future until he met that little man who suddenly appeared in his life...

"This mission is to assassinate Qiao Renqing, the chancellor of Dali Temple."

The woman in red sitting at the top threw out a token, and the woman in black at the bottom took it and turned to leave.

The half-dressed man in the red-clothed woman's arms pouted dissatisfiedly, and said, "My lord loves Nanjun too much, look at her cold appearance, as if someone owed her eight diao money Like."

The woman in red raised her hand to caress the man's delicate chin, and her lips followed suit.

"That child doesn't like to talk too much since he was a child, but his mind is the purest. Why do you care about a child like her?"

"Well…"

The man in red pretended to be flattering, but in fact he used all his strength to endure the woman's movements, and his eyes had already turned to the door, looking at the end of the disappearance of the woman in black.

Of course he wanted to argue with her, she was a child, so what about him?

He is just a man who is not two years older than Nan Jun!

In the early spring of that year, Yang Liu Yiyi was the first time he saw her.

For this reason, he changed his name to Yangliu, just to commemorate the first meeting with her.

His whole heart was attached to her, but she didn't even want to look at him.

In a fit of anger, he threatened her to ask the master on the grounds that he wanted to marry her master, and allowed her to marry him.

However, Nanjun didn't agree at all, and didn't even say a word to him, just turned and left.

Yang Liu was heartbroken, and in desperation, she took the initiative to serve the woman who was enough to be his mother—Nan Jun's master, but she was still indifferent.

Even at this moment, when he was lying naked in the arms of this old woman, she would not look up at him.

She really deserves to be the top killer in the Assassin Pavilion, it's no wonder that the old Pavilion Master thinks highly of her.

A heartless and ruthless woman is probably the most suitable for this job!

The corner of her mouth curled into a self-mockery, and she suppressed the affection in her eyes, Yang Liu closed her eyes, allowing herself to heave and fall under that woman.

Qiao Renqing, the Prime Minister of Dali Temple, can be regarded as a rare and honest person, because he handles affairs rigorously and does not allow personal relationships, he has offended many officials in the court.

It's just that the emperor thinks highly of this upright and upright Prime Minister of Dali Temple, and only waits for the old prime minister to retire and return to his hometown, and let the stern and selfless Qiao Renqing stand on top of him.

Qiao's mansion was very quiet at night, a kind of black-clothed assassin approached silently, but those soldiers didn't feel the breath of death at all.

Nan Jun made a waiting gesture to the people behind her, and she flew into the inner courtyard of Qiao Mansion.

In the dark night, along the path to a house lit by candles, Nan Jun put his ears on the wall and listened carefully.

"Young master, rest!"

The waiter's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person who was reading.

The little boy raised his head and looked outside, it was pitch black.

"Mom must be still busy in the study, I'll go and deliver the hot soup on the stove to her first."

With that said, the little boy stood up.

"My lord, you can entrust this kind of thing to slaves, why do you need to go there yourself?"

The little waiter hurriedly stepped forward to hold the young master's arm, his thin body was reflected on the window, looking extremely cute and pitiful.

"Mother works day and night, so a son should take more care of her body."

Nan Jun outside the door couldn't help staring at the figure and became dazed. She had no parents since she was a child, and her master brought her up.

Although the master was a bit ruthless, he treated her very sincerely.

Teach her kung fu, teach her how to read, and treat her like a half-daughter.

It is said that the master's daughter died of illness when she was very young, and the child was as old as her.

Perhaps, the master really regarded her as his daughter!

Nan Jun seldom has real affection for others, and the only person in this world who can impress her is her master.

But the words of the thin child in the room just now touched the deepest part of Nan Jun's heart. She only knew that she had blood on her hands and killed countless people, but she forgot that the person who died in her hands was also the mother of other children!

Just as he was thinking wildly, a thin man in Tsing Yi walked out of the door. The man had a fair face and delicate features, giving people the feeling of a clear spring in the forest, elegant and peaceful.

This feeling of déjà vu made Nan Jun forget to breathe, and with just one glance, her heart could no longer be as peaceful as before.

"Is it love at first sight?"

Nan Jun clutched his heart and muttered to himself.

She has never been tempted, and she doesn't know what it's like to like someone.

But this man gave her a sense of belonging to her family, as if the candles in the house were waiting for her to light up, or as if the food box in his hand contained meals to be delivered to her.

Is this the feeling of having a home?

Nan Jun frowned slightly, this feeling was so good, so good that she wanted to take that man back to the Assassin's Pavilion and never let him go for the rest of her life.

Miraculously, Nan Jun followed the man to Qiao's study.

The candlelight in the study room was brighter than that of the little boy's room. Looking in through the door he opened, a woman in dark blue clothes was leaning over the desk and writing something carefully, her brows were furrowed, obviously she was thinking about something worry.

"Mother, it's getting late, it's time to rest."

The little man's voice was very soft, it tickled Nan Jun's ears.

Qiao Renqing raised his head to look at the person standing there, a doting smile immediately appeared on his originally sad face.

"Yun'er, why are you here? Mom still has some things to do here, so go to sleep!"

After receiving the soup from Qiao Yun, Qiao Renqing couldn't stop smiling.

She only married Qiao Yun's father in her life, but that man passed away after giving birth to Qiao Yun, leaving them orphans and widows for so many years.

Because he was afraid that Qiao Yun would be wronged, Qiao Renqing hadn't even found a bed servant over the years.

"National affairs are important, but mother is getting old, she should always take care of her own body. Yun'er has lost her father, so she can't lose her mother anymore..."

As Qiao Yun said, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he tightly hugged Qiao Renqing's arm with both hands.

Qiao Renqing patted the back of Qiao Yun's cold hands affectionately, and sighed softly.

"Come on, mother is going to sleep now, you should go back quickly!"

With that said, Qiao Ren put down the book in his hand, picked up the soup Qiao Yun sent, and drank it clean in a few sips.

Seeing that Qiao Renqing finally agreed to go back to sleep, a satisfied smile appeared on Qiao Yun's face.

After bowing to Qiao Ren, Qiao Yun left the study and walked the way he had come and gone.

Suddenly there was a rush of birdsong outside the courtyard, Nan Ju moved his ears, tapped his toes, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

Extra Story Three Killers Also Have Love (2)

"Young master, is there any danger in this mansion?"

Everyone looked at Nanjun worriedly, they were worried about the fact that there was no signal from the young master after entering for so long.

If the young master hadn't come out in time, they would have rushed in.

Nan Jun shook his head with a grim expression on his face.

If she really wanted to kill Qiao Renqing, that person would have been decapitated long ago.

It's just that she really couldn't do it, not because of Qiao Renqing's hard work, but because she didn't want that child to lose her only relative, and she didn't want those bright eyes to be stained with sadness.

"Since there is no danger, shall we go now?"

They often receive tasks like this, and their hands are crisp and neat, and they will never be muddled.

"This assassination is over, I will explain everything to the Lord."

Nan Jun opened his lips, and finally decided to leave that child with a support.

"Yes."

Everyone in the Assassin Pavilion only obeys orders and doesn't ask why.

After returning to the Killer Pavilion, Nan Jun took the initiative to go to the master's yard with the token.

"Nan Jun failed to complete the task, so I ask Master to punish him."

Nan Jun knelt on the cold ground, holding the token in front of him with both hands, waiting for the next punishment.

Qiu Ling was slightly surprised. For so many years, Fan Nanjun had never made a mistake in his actions. Today's matter is not difficult to deal with, so why did he return empty-handed?

"what reason?"

Qiu Ling who pushed the door and came out didn't show any displeasure on his face, but just looked at Nan Jun curiously.

Qiu Ling still had great trust in the child he brought up with his own hands.

"It's Nanjun's fault, please punish Master."

Nan Jun just knelt like that and didn't say the specific reason.

Looking at the stubborn Nan Jun, Qiu Ling knew that if she didn't want to say anything, no one would be able to ask her anything.

"That's all, if you quit this mission, you will bear the triple fine. Let's go!"

Sighing helplessly, Qiu Ling really couldn't bear to punish her.

"Thank you, Master."

Taking back the token in her hand, Nan Jun stood up, and seeing Qiu Ling wave her hand, she turned and left.

"Hey! It's really unexpected that Nanjun, who has never had a defeat, can have today?"

As soon as he left Qiu Ling's courtyard, Nan Jun was stopped by the man in red.

The corner of Yang Liu's mouth was gloating, but his eyes were full of friendship. If the person in front of him was not Nan Jun, he would definitely find the difference.

It's just a pity that Nan Jun is not interested in such a man.

Nan Jun turned sideways, trying to go around the man in red. She didn't care what he said, but the strong smell of powder on his body made her very unhappy.

Who knew that this man would be so bold, he rushed over and hugged the man from behind.

Ben's face, which was still smiling, suddenly became sad, and big tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

"Nanjun, can you give me a hug?"

He loved her so much, how could she have the heart to let him commit himself to Qiu Ling every day?

Now that his body is dirty, he is no longer qualified to say that he likes her, but if she wants, he doesn't mind being her concubine.

As long as that person is Nan Jun, as long as she wants him, she can do anything.

"open!"

Nan Jun's voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze people, and in Yang Liu's memory, this was the first time she spoke to him.

Nan Jun's hand hanging by his side tightened, poured three points of internal strength, and directly bounced the man behind him away.

Yang Liu was lying on the ground, looking at the woman in black with tears in her eyes, her eyes were full of sorrow.

Nan Jun lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Please servant Yang, don't forget your identity."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the man's reaction, Nan Jun left quickly.

Not to mention that Nan Jun doesn't like him at all, just saying that he has become her master's man, Nan Jun can't get too close to him.

The black figure walked further and further away, Yang Liu's suppressed crying became more and more intense, and her whole body trembled violently.

He's lost her before he ever got her...

Nan Jun ordered the token and three times the commission to be sent back to the employer. Since then, the Assassin Pavilion has never accepted the task of assassinating Qiao Renqing.

Nan Jun didn't feel sorry for having spent most of his savings in exchange for the life of the little boy's mother.

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