Looking at the girl's pretty back, An Bochen hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't muster up the courage to speak.

She went through a lot of trouble and did not hesitate to use a sixth-grade Taoist talisman to transform into the extremely realistic Young Master Li, with flesh and blood, and her expression and behavior, just for the secret book of the immortal. But even An Bochen didn't know whether there was any secret book of the immortal in the doll's belly covered with gold and jade.

A red hair that was floating like cherry blossoms appeared on the streets of Xijing in the hazy moonlight, and all his words and deeds were mysterious. After a night, he took An Bochen into this wonderful drama... Until now, An Bochen still felt a little unreal.

With her status as a son of the Wu family, there are endless Taoist talismans, which can threaten herself like Wang Xiner. However, she made such a desperate move to make this deal with herself. The young master often said that aristocratic families are like lions and tigers, and the common people are like lambs. How could lions and tigers feed on lambs, so how could they develop compassion, but she seems a little different.

The sea breeze swept across the prefectures and counties, rolling up the wind chimes on the eaves of the building, and inadvertently lifting the boy's forehead.

Standing beside the smiling young master, An Bochen looked out from afar, the streets of Liujing, Jinli shops, and passers-by became as small as date pits.

"Although the capital is good, I feel a little nervous when I stand high. When I get a thousand taels of gold and have achieved success in my cultivation, I will go back to Yuanjing Village to buy dozens of acres of land and become a big family member... but I will never see her again."

If the "Hongfu Girl" was still there at this time, she would be shocked to see An Bochen's appearance.

The wooden look on the boy's face was blown away by the sea breeze, revealing a look as indifferent and calm as the "Li Gongzi" beside him. A few books were lingering between his eyebrows, and his blue shirt was swaying in the wind. Standing at the window, he looked like a sea Dongqing picking feathers in the wind, looking down at the seventy-li Liujing under him leisurely.

An Bochen comes from a quiet mountain village. He follows the gentle and elegant young master Li. He has developed a calm and unconfrontational spirit since childhood, but he is hidden under his cowardly and numb appearance. But what he encountered in the past three days is like a breeze of fire, which suddenly burst into flames, burning his cowardice and laziness to ashes. However, perhaps because he is too impressed by the story of Tianfrog, An Bochen always feels that being in Liujing is still a foolish servant who was the past, even in front of his ally "Hongfu Nu".

It has nothing to do with scheming. Now Amberchen, who is still a piece of paper, does not know how to intrigue? It can only make him feel more secure.

At this moment, a cold gaze jumped from the bottom of the road. An Bochen's heart thumped. When he turned around, he saw that the old man with double triangle eyes with his eyes on the corridor downstairs of Mo Yun was looking at him meaningfully.

The old man's eyes were stern, like a jackal in the dark, staring at An Bochen's back and subconsciously took a step back half a step later. However, in a flash, the old man drooped his eyelids, withdrew his gaze, rolled up his sleeves, leaned against the corridor columns under the sun, and hummed his little song.

"Will he find out?"

After looking at the "Young Master Li" beside him who kept smiling as if he had a stroke, An Bochen frowned and muttered to himself.

The old man under the building was very familiar with An Bochen. His surname was Xiao, with a single name of Hou. Before An Bochen followed Li Gongzi, he was already the butler of Moyun Building. Moyun Building has seven floors, and the uppermost floor is where the young master drinks by the railing. Except for the fourth servants of An Bochen, no one else is allowed to step into a step. The third to sixth floor is where the young master meets guests, the third to the third floor, the fourth floor, the noble guest, the fifth floor, and the rare guest on the sixth floor. Further down there is where the servants and maids live. Ordinary slaves can only live on the bottom floor, while the butler Xiao occupies the second floor. This alone is enough to see his position in the mind of the young master.

But he was not very good-looking, dressed sloppy, and did his own things on weekdays. The young master's subordinates, including An Bochen, hated him very much, just regarded him as a useless old man who flattered and won the favor of the young master.

Thinking of this at that time, but today An Bochen looked at Xiao Hou again, and his mind was already a different idea.

If he had no skill, how could he have the eyes of the young master? He could be rewarded with Mo Yun a floor, which was definitely not exchanged for flattery. He pretended to be like this in front of others, but it was a self-protection move, which was equivalent to another field frog.

Once he broke through the demonic obstacles in his heart, An Bochen became more and more agile. Although he could see through the critical moment, he did not know how to think about it. After a bloody night, in just three days, a huge change occurred in this young man who had walked out of the small mountain village, but he himself had never noticed it.

After putting away his deep thoughts, An Bochen turned back to the seemingly dull boy. He sat back next to the young master and looked at the clouds outside the window, with a magnificent wind and sunny wind. Not long after, his eyelids gradually drooped and snoring came from the waves.

......

"Check it out?"

"Yes. An Bochen's original name is An Wazi. He was born in a small village twenty miles away from the west of the city. His parents were both tenants. He was selected by his son and brought to the capital four years ago. He also came with the eldest son of the Li family, the head of the household. However, the scout said that the son of the head of the household suddenly turned around two days ago, and others asked him why he didn't mention it..."

Before the school half-kneeled on the ground could finish speaking, she felt a rush of rushing wind blowing towards her face, and her body shrank back uncontrollably. The school raised her head in surprise and saw that the person in the hall, whose eyes were originally closed, suddenly opened a gap, and a terrifying silver light flashed out, and disappeared in a flash.

The man looked about forty or fifty years old, but his white hair was over his shoulders and his forehead was wrinkled. His actual age was nearly 100. The reason why he looked young was because he refined white fire at the age of forty and stepped into the heavenly grades in one fell swoop, and he was able to maintain his appearance.

His eyebrows were thick and dense, like two Pu Dao fighting against each other, and he was strangled together at this time, and the school was worried. He had followed the grandfather for nearly twenty years, but he had only seen this look twice. The first time was to go to the Southern Barbarians with his army. At that time, he was just the servant of the grandfather to feed horses. On the eve of the war, he fed horses in the stable, but saw the grandfather standing in front of the school grounds with his hands behind his back, staring at the ten-foot sand table expressionlessly. It was the first time he saw the grandfather frowning, as if two long swords were fighting each other, and faintly exuding the tragic atmosphere of fighting. The next day, the reinforcements of the Liuguo Kingdom defeated the southern barbarians and slashed over a thousand heads, floating on the surface of the Nanyu River, which was miserable and terrifying, and the grandfather's brows also soothed.

The second time was during the palace change fourteen years ago. The eldest son-in-law relied on five thousand iron cavalry to conceal the death of the previous king. He closed the palace gate and wanted to make his son a king. The Yulin Army was transferred by a strange secret order to train ten miles away from the outskirts of the city half a month ago. The Jinwu Guards have always been timid and afraid of things. Seeing the iron cavalry rushing towards the palace, swords and swords, they dared not go to investigate. From the generals to the soldiers, they all looked at the direction of the palace with pale faces until a fierce horse as black as cold charcoal appeared.

"Three hundred people."

Riding on the back of a horse, Duke Huo looked down at the Jinwu Guards and said expressionlessly.

After the words fell, no one answered.

"Give some three hundred men."
Chapter completed!