Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

A man in plain cloth couldn't help looking in Yu Qingjia's direction. The middle-aged woman beside him pinched him severely, and glared, "Don't worry about it, don't look at it."

Their family is doing some small business in the city, and the family has little savings, so they live a decent life among the neighbors. The woman is very proud of her family. Today she brought her husband to offer incense, just to ask the Bodhisattva to give her a son, so that in two years she can add a fat boy to the family. A woman is proud of herself and judges others by herself, so she feels that others are thinking about her husband every day. When she sees any woman on the street, she feels that the other party is trying to seduce her husband with evil intentions. The husband looked in Yu Qingjia's direction frequently, and the woman curled her lips, grabbed her husband's arm forcefully, trying to get his attention back: "Don't look, although she looks good, who knows who she is? There are not many down-and-out young ladies in the world, don't draw your sword to help when you see injustice, and finally bring back a parasite who eats nothing for our family."

"But this lady has outstanding appearance and extraordinary temperament. She looks like a noble girl from a big family. She encountered an earthquake and was bullied by local hooligans. How can we see death without saving her?"

The woman curled her lips when she heard these words, clasping her husband's arm tightly: "You have only met her a few times, so you can speak well of her? She has no relationship with us. We rescued her and was killed by that evil Just remember what to do? Don’t mind your own business, don’t pay attention to other people. Besides, who knows if she is a lady of the family, and now some prostitutes are deliberately pretending to be the lady of the family..."

Although the woman's words were harsh, they were right. There are not a few people blocked by falling rocks, but now everyone lowers their heads, pretending that they cannot hear or see. What's more, people with good deeds put up their ears and deliberately listened to the sound in that direction. Before the woman finished speaking, she suddenly heard the bearded man yell, and the painful onlookers in the voice were startled. The woman was startled by such a voice, and her generous body immediately shrank back subconsciously, letting her husband stand in front of her. Hearing that the back seemed to be all right, he timidly opened his eyes and looked behind.

Black clouds piled up, dangerous and magnificent, a boy in black stood on a broken rock, holding a crossbow in one hand. He was dressed in black, with a restrained brilliance, and what was particularly shocking was that his face was covered with a silver mask with iron fangs.

The boy in black seemed to fall from the sky, and everyone stared at him blankly, not knowing how to react. He retracted the arrow in the eyes of everyone, supported the stone with one hand, and jumped down lightly. His sleeves are not as wide as ordinary clothes, but narrow sleeves around his waist. When jumping off the stone, it outlines his straight back, tight waist, and slender and powerful limbs.

The woman who just now regarded her man as a treasure was completely stunned. She stared blankly at this black-clothed boy who fell from the sky. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw her husband with a short stature and a square face and a thick body. She immediately felt uncomfortable. Not so long ago, the bearded man, who had been invincible before, fell to the ground with his hands covered, blood gurgling from his wrists. The bearded man also realized that something was wrong, he wanted to pull Yu Qingjia over as a hostage, but just as he stretched out his hand, the boy in black set up a crossbow arrow in front of everyone's sight, and flew out an arrow without hesitation. The arrow hit the ground with a bang, and the bearded man was thrown to the ground by the force of the arrow, and he fell to the ground and howled.

This arrow has no scruples, and even ordinary women who have never seen anything in the world can feel the murderous intent. The woman couldn't help but shivered, seeing that gorgeous and fierce young man glanced at his beard coldly, walked quickly to a woman, and nervously and restrainedly held the other's shoulder: "Jiajia."

Yu Qingjia was still in shock, she smelled a familiar cold smell at the tip of her nose, her eyes suddenly became sour, and tears fell uncontrollably. She turned her head around, wrapped her arms around the other's neck regardless of the pain, and hugged the person behind her tightly: "Fox!"

Murong Yan was still resting on the crossbow with one hand, and when Yu Qingjia rushed over, he almost used all his strength to restrain himself. Murong Yan's fingers curled up and straightened several times, and finally wrapped around Yu Qingjia's waist, and slowly tightened: "I'm coming, don't be afraid."

"Yeah." Yu Qingjia cried and nodded, her forehead rested on Murong Yan's side face, and her face was buried in his neck, weeping wantonly. The touch on his forehead was cold and hard, and he put on the silver mask from last time. It was obviously cold metal, but Yu Qingjia felt extremely warm and at ease when he leaned on it.

Murong Yan half hugged Yu Qingjia, trying to help her stand up first. Yu Qingjia scratched her arm when she fell down just now, and accidentally rubbed against the wound when she got up, Yu Qingjia flinched in pain, and quickly held back. But her change was discovered by Murong Yan, and Murong Yan lifted her cuffs with a sullen face. The originally slender and fair wrist was now highly swollen, with bruises and green and red intertwined on it, which compared with Yu Qingjia's original skin color was extremely hideous.

Afraid that he was worried, Yu Qingjia quickly tugged on his sleeve and said, "Fox, I'm fine."

Murong Yan didn't say a word, he hugged her and stood up, but he didn't hurt her wound again.

The people on both sides were all surprised to see this scene. They sighed inwardly when they first saw the beautiful lady with beard trying to do something wrong, but they didn't have any intention of justice. Some people even thought in their hearts, whoever made that woman look so beautiful, even if she didn't have a beard, there would be someone else.

However, after Murong Yan appeared, the situation immediately changed. Everyone looked at Murong Yan in awe and fear. Murong Yan was tall and slender, and his movements were nimble. At first glance, he had practiced his skills all year round, but Murong Yan was wearing a mask. When he set his arrow just now, the aura that regarded human life as nothing was rushing towards his face. come. Such an uninvited guest, everyone is not so much in awe as fear.

Murong Yan put Yu Qingjia away carefully, he lowered his head to straighten her sleeves, and asked plainly, "Did he pinch these injuries?"

Yu Qingjia glanced at the ground. The bearded man hangs around in the dark all year round. Although he can do whatever he wants with Kong Wu's powerful figure, he also has the keenest sense of danger. He recognized at a glance that the Lord in front of him was not something he could mess with at all. He was utterly frightened, and got up like hell, even though it was in terribly painful pain, he did not dare to pull out the arrow, but kowtowed to Murong Yan: "Mr. Forgive me, the little dog is so bold that he offended the lady, please be merciful and spare the little life."

Of course Murong Yan ignored him, with bearded eyes and vicious eyes, he recognized at a glance that this young man was not a good person, but he cared about that beautiful lady to an extraordinary degree, so he changed the direction of begging for mercy, without any hesitation. He kowtowed to Yu Qingjia to beg for mercy.

Yu Qingjia looked at the spineless appearance of the bearded man, both angry and contemptuous. Her hand is still hurting now, how could she spare him, Yu Qingjia snorted, her voice was still crying, and she spoke with a nasal voice when she spoke harshly, as if she was acting like a baby: "It's him, he almost pinched my bones just now Broken."

Murong Yan nodded slightly, and reached out to cover Yu Qingjia's eyes: "Close your eyes."

Yu Qingjia felt the cool temperature on her cheeks, her slender eyelashes scratched Murong Yan's palm a few times, and finally closed her eyes obediently. Murong Yan let go of his hand, but Yu Qingjia grabbed his wrist just after taking two steps. Yu Qingjia closed her eyes, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly: "Be careful."

She knows exactly what kind of character Murong Yan is, and it is self-evident what Murong Yan said. But Yu Qingjia was not a saint either, so he wouldn't be foolish enough to intercede for someone who harmed him.

Forgive him, he won't forgive himself next time.

Murong Yan hugged Yu Qingjia and put her in a safe place. He was meticulous and elegant when facing Yu Qingjia, but when he turned around, only the eyes exposed outside the mask immediately burst out with a strong murderous look.

"You touched her with this hand." Murong Yan walked up to the bearded man, and patted his wrist lightly through the scabbard. The bearded man was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, but Murong Yan didn't take the next step. Instead, he bent down, grabbed the arrow and slowly pulled it out.

The beard twitched in pain, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He thought this matter was over, and was about to lament a false alarm, when suddenly a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, Murong Yan pulled out the knife and broke his tendon with his backhand. The bearded man raised his head in disbelief, and saw a pair of exceptionally beautiful eyes through the cold and hideous mask, and looked at him without emotion: "Who gave you the guts to touch her? Where did you touch her, I will remove you where."

The crowd who had been watching the excitement screamed, and even some children were frightened and cried. Amidst the many terrified and flustered voices, Murong Yan broke the tendons of the bearded man's hand inch by inch.

He regards her as a treasure, why do you hurt her?

The bearded man wanted to shout out in pain, but was beaten by Murong Yan with a knife on the back and was speechless. The bearded man looked at Yu Qingjia who was not far away with his eyes closed, and couldn't believe it, his eyes cracked.

This young man refused to show his true colors to others, and he was familiar and cruel when picking off people's tendons, but he was afraid that he would make a sound and scare the woman beside him. Cruelty and carefulness, bloodyness and gentleness, why can they coexist in one person at the same time?

Murong Yan took off the two hands where the beard touched Yu Qingjia. The beard was so painful that he was about to faint. He thought everything was over, but he didn't expect that Murong Yan changed the direction of holding the knife and slammed at him Cut off the body. The bearded man's eyes widened, almost bursting at the corners. He twitched violently and fell to the ground completely motionless.

Murong Yan retracted the knife, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and slowly wiped off the blood on the blade. When he wiped the knife, he acted carefully, as if he was looking at a living person rather than an object. After the organ under the man was cut off, the pain was severe, and the blood loss was also very serious. Some other men felt the same when they saw this scene, and couldn't help but say: "Nothing happened, how can people's lives be ruined like this? Now the mountain road is blocked. He's dying, he's bleeding so much that it's too late to be treated, and I'm afraid he won't even be able to save his life."

The man sighed after he finished speaking. The others had just witnessed an extremely horrifying and **** scene, and they were far more afraid of Murong Yan than the bearded beard. the weak in need of sympathy. Many people showed sympathy and were dissatisfied with Murong Yan's tyranny.

Murong Yan was not angry either, he turned his head and asked gently: "Who said that sentence just now?"

Everyone fell silent immediately, Murong Yan had extraordinary eyesight, his eyes swept over everyone, and he quickly judged from their expressions. He threw away the blood-stained handkerchief casually, held the knife, and slowly walked towards the man who had just spoken.

The man panicked and tried his best to hide in the crowd. The man brought his family to offer incense. His wife was so frightened that she turned pale and cried for help. Their young son suddenly bent down to pick up a stone and threw it at Murong Yan: "Go away, you monster!"

The child's strength was limited, the boulder only bounced to Murong Yan's feet before it stopped murmuring, but Murong Yan's footsteps did not continue. Although Murong Yan has no empathy, he still abides by Xianbei's rules and does not kill women, children and children. He thought of what the child said just now, monster.

That's right, even if he has the status of a royal family, the fiefdom of Langya Thousand Hectares, and the talent that most people in this world can't touch in their lifetime, it still can't change this fact. He is a monster, a monster who likes to kill and destroy, and carries an unknown in his bones.

Seeing that Murong Yan didn't hide, the boy immediately became more confident, picked up stones and threw them, and kept cursing. Gradually, the hearts of the audience grew stronger, and they also chimed in in low voices, accusing Murong Yan of being cruel and bloody, and not a normal person.

Yu Qingjia had her eyes closed at first, but when she heard the man's sarcastic remarks, she was very angry. When she heard the child's innocent and vicious shouting later, Yu Qingjia couldn't bear it anymore, and opened her eyes quickly.

It's true that the vixen is cold-blooded and ruthless, and he used cruel means to mutilate the beard, but shouldn't the beard be? She knew that Murong Yan's spirit was not right, he was paranoid, cruel, heartless, and would lose control when he smelled blood. He is a devil in the eyes of others, but he has always been her hero.