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159 So brutal? That's really a good match for the boss!

Those monsters have huge mouths, sharp mouths and fangs, and they look as big as a small hill.

Several iron chains felt like they might break at any moment, making it impossible to hold them together.

And on the viewing platform at the top of the school martial arts field.

Yan Weiyu wore an exquisite red and black flying fish suit and sat very casually on the gorgeous main seat.

The straight and slender legs are intertwined with each other and placed high on the long eucalyptus. They look heroic and beautiful, but also have a touch of boldness and freedom, and are unrestrained.

Yan Weiyu looked at the male and female swords in his hands and seemed not to care about the coming one.

Inspector Jin Yisi swallowed his saliva slightly, and when he saw the monsters on both sides roaring continuously, he instantly lost his previous arrogance.

After all, low-level patrols like them usually only catch criminals in Jinling City and bully the little thieves. When they meet some powerful thieves, it is not their turn to take action against mediocre characters like them. How can they see them in front of them?

Such a ferocious monster?

According to the instructions of King Jin, they need to search carefully, and it can even be said that they want to make things difficult and frame the Yan Mansion.

But at this moment, they were frightened by the momentum in front of them, and for a while, they had already abandoned all the orders of King Jin.

All they want now is to be able to leave Yan's Mansion, hands and feet.

After several mental struggles, these low-level patrol officers of the Jinyi Division huddled together, supporting each other, and tremblingly went to meet Yan Weiyu, the commander-in-chief of the Demon Suppression Division, and told them the purpose of their trip——

"Mr. Commander Yan, we have been ordered to conduct a search..."

The leading patrol officer said this, but after catching a glimpse of Yan Weiyu's dull eyes, he was roared fiercely by the monsters around him, and he immediately changed his words -

"...No, no, no, we just...just came to see the Yan Mansion to see if there is anyone who needs help from our brothers."

When Yan Weiyu heard this, the beauty sneered.

"A few of the patrol brothers from the Jinyi Division are quite interested."

There was a trace of a smile on her face, and her words were very friendly and polite, but she never looked at these patrol officers from the beginning to the end...

"...You can see Yan Mansion if you want, but there are many more monsters in the mansion."

"...If anyone escapes, even if we have people from the Demon Suppression Department here, we can't guarantee that we can control it immediately."

Yan Weiyu's words contained a threatening meaning inside and out.

Almost beyond words.

Several Jinyi Division patrol officers looked at the terrifying monsters on both sides of the school martial arts field, and their hearts trembled.

They had long heard of the name of Yan Weiyu, the commander-in-chief of the Demon Suppression Division. They originally thought that this was just a somewhat pretty person who lived in the Demon Suppression Division because of her relationship with Yan Dong, the sworn sister of the Prince of Zhenbei.

High position.

But now it seems...

Even more oppressive than their former commander Zhang Jian.

Several low-level police officers, who had never seen anything big in the world, were blinded by King Jin with some silver coins, so they dared to go straight to Yan's mansion.

But now, they know what a dilemma is.

They stayed there for a while, not knowing whether to pretend to check and leave, or whether to turn around and run away immediately...

Suddenly, the chain in the hand of a captain of the Demon Suppression Division was released at the right moment!

The demonic beast that escaped from the restraints immediately ran out in a frenzy, opened its bloody mouth, and went straight to the nearest Jinyi Division patrol officers in front of them.

All the patrolmen were stunned.

The several policemen in front were so frightened that they sat paralyzed on the spot.

Among them, the brave and clever ones had already rolled out of the Yan Mansion, screaming wildly as they ran.

When he saw that the monster's fangs were about to touch the first Jinyisi patrolman who was frightened...

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

Yan Weiyu, who was still lying lazily, suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, he appeared next to the monster.

He punched out.

With just one punch, the monster, which was as big as a small mountain, was knocked directly into the ground of the school martial arts field.

The marble tiles were shattered and the entire ground was dented, and the monster howled feebly.

Yan Weiyu straightened up and stepped on the chain beside the monster.

She wiped her fists, looked at the police officers who were slumped on the ground in a cold voice, and said -

"Why don't you leave quickly? Do you really want to stay here as a tooth sacrifice to the monster?"

As he spoke, there seemed to be the sound of the iron chain in the hands of the Lieutenant of the Demon Suppression Division.

It was only then that the Jinyi Division patrol officers who were slumped on the ground came to their senses.

One by one, they all got up in pee and ran away, not forgetting to shout loudly, "Thank you, Commander-in-Chief Yan, for your life-saving grace."

Yan Weiyu found it funny.

She turned her eyes and looked at the ground where the people were slumped before, and found that there were still several pools of inexplicable water stains...

"Boss, boss, these Jinyi Division patrol officers are too useless."

A lieutenant from the Demon Suppression Division came to Yan Weiyu and spoke respectfully.

He did not call Yan Weiyu "Master Yan", but "Boss".

This is also because of Yan Weiyu's heroic character, she allows them to call her that in private. It seems cordial.

The lieutenants of the Demon Suppression Division were all impressed by Yan Weiyu's charisma, or were convinced by Yan Weiyu's steel fist, and they willingly called each other their boss.

"...these Jinyi Division patrol officers can't even compare to one ten thousandth of your charisma, sir, yet they have the nerve to rank with me in the Sixth Division."

The captain's words were flattering, almost like a flattering younger brother.

When Yan Weiyu heard this, he didn't comment.

She chuckled, briefly patted the captain's shoulder as a signal, and then turned around and walked toward Yan Wulu's study room in the courtyard.

After Yan Weiyu left.

Another captain came forward and said to the previous captain: "You boy, you are better at flattering the boss than anyone else!"

"...Day by day, I despise you!"

"...Because you are too selfish. You only care about yourself and praise yourself, so we don't have the chance to praise the boss!"

The man laughed bitterly after hearing this, and the other captains around him also laughed.

After laughing, they began to become meaningful again...

"The boss is such an outstanding woman. She is very talented, has a prominent family background, and is very good-looking! But she is almost 27 or 28 years old, and she has never been with that man. It's really disappointing.

We, the younger brothers, are heartbroken."

"Yes, yes, and most importantly, the boss's fist hurts! Who can refuse a woman who can punch you away?" One of the captains affirmed.

When the other captains heard this, they all looked at the man with uncertain expressions...

After the lieutenants made sure that the other party seemed to feel this way and that he was not shady, they reluctantly turned their heads and continued the conversation.

"It seems that the task of helping the boss find a man is a long way to go!"

"Some time ago, I saw a young man in the boss's mansion. He was very handsome and matched well with the boss. Moreover, he was also a warrior and had a long aura. Although he was not as good as the boss, he was much stronger than us. Maybe he could help.

The boss makes the arrangements."

"Who is it? Why haven't I seen it?"

"That's the young man in black. We met together in the Demon Suppression Department those days, and we had a prayer meeting with him. He also helped us execute several monsters, and every one of them was beaten to death.

It’s too cruel.”

"Beat him alive? So cruel? That really matches the boss!"

"What we met that day...huh?! Are you stupid? That's the Prince of Zhenbei! He's our boss's eldest nephew!"

"Nephew? Eldest nephew? Judging from the age, the eldest brother is a little older than him, right? Aunt-nephew? It doesn't look like that. They are obviously a good match."

"Well... although our eldest son is the stepsister of the King of Zhenbei, he is much younger than the King of Zhenbei, so he is indeed not much different from the Crown Prince of Zhenbei. What's more important is that our eldest son is good-looking and looks young."

"I think it's okay! Anyway, we're not our aunt or nephew."

"I don't think so. It has a bad reputation."

"I think..."

"Ahem! Brothers, please be quiet for a moment!"

A man who seemed to have the highest status among the group of captains suddenly spoke and signaled everyone to be quiet.

This man is tall, upright and handsome, but he is blind in one eye and uses an artificial eye made of high-grade crystal instead for decoration.

Even though it is a special high-grade crystal, it is still a bit abrupt and detracts from the beauty.

But it is precisely because of this that it gives this person a sinister feeling. It adds a bit of special charm and seems to be quite resourceful.

He holds a Baimei fan in his hand and is wearing a red and dark flying fish uniform. The style is different from that of other captains, but it is similar to Yan Weiyu's red and black flying fish uniform. They should have the same commander status.

When everyone calmed down, he looked around and then said with certainty -

"Helping the boss find the man he loves most and is the most suitable has always been our most noble task. But unfortunately, we have always suffered from the fact that there is no man worthy of the boss."

"... Now that we have a more suitable candidate like the Prince of Zhenbei, we should help match him first and see what the effect is. What is the boss's reaction?"

When all the captains heard this, they couldn't help but nod their heads.

"As expected of Deputy Ambassador Han Fan! Although I didn't understand it, I think what you said makes sense!"

When Han Fan heard this, he was speechless for a moment.

There seemed to be a bead of sweat the size of a soybean flowing down on his forehead, which was wearing a brocade crown and hat...

"It's true, Deputy Ambassador Han Fan is right!"

"Although I don't understand, I agree and that's it."

"Everything must be obeyed by Deputy Ambassador Han!"

All the captains of the Demon Suppression Division spoke in agreement.

Han Fan is the deputy commander of the Demon Suppression Department, a member of the Han family in the Jinling family, and the only son of Han Song, the Minister of Rites.

He is talented and good at strategy. He lives in a temple, but he often dabbles in the world. People in the world call him "Mr. Ghost Schemer".

The lieutenants of the Demon Suppression Division have always privately regarded "finding a man for Boss Yan Weiyu" as a long-term task of the highest level.

And the source of this mission... was initiated by Han Fan.

Han Fan originally wanted to play a trick on Yan Weiyu, the woman who parachuted in to take his place, but who knew that she would eventually become the "Spirit of the Demon Suppression Division" that the entire Demon Suppression Division strives for.

Even Han Fan himself enjoyed it.

"...It would be the most exciting thing to do this without telling the boss."





In Yan Wulu's study.

"Little aunt, I heard that my eldest nephew, you won the first prize at this year's 'Jinling Poetry Festival' a few days ago and became the new 'Jinling Poet Saint'."

Before Yan Wei Yu's people arrived, the sound came first.

Yan Wulu, who was still thinking about trivial matters at the red log table, couldn't help but get excited and stood up quickly after hearing Yan Weiyu's voice.

"Eldest nephew, what are you doing?!"

Yan Weiyu came directly to Yan Wulu, pinched his cheek very affectionately, and asked directly.

Yan Wulu was speechless for a moment...

The embarrassing events of the past few days have been lingering in his mind, which makes him always have some stress reactions when he is alone with his little aunt Yan Weiyu.

However, looking at Yan Weiyu's appearance, it seemed that he didn't take what happened that day to heart at all, he was still the same as before... without any scruples and no sense of propriety.

Yan Wulu was in a dilemma, but he still struggled to get rid of the opponent's hand, took a step back, cupped his hands and replied respectfully -

"Little aunt, Wu Lu is thinking about the martial arts competition in a month."

"Yeah?"

Yan Weiyu said, and then he seemed to suddenly recall something, and couldn't help but said——

"...Don't worry about the martial arts matters for now."

"...Hurry up and take out the poems and music you composed at the 'Jinling Poetry Club' two days ago and show them to my little aunt."

Yan Wulu was a little helpless when he heard this, and he also said——

"The Jinling Poetry Society is nothing more than a gathering held by those Jinling young men to entertain themselves."

"...How can the poems and music mentioned here catch the eyes of a talented woman like you, my little aunt?"

Yan Wulu said modestly.

Yan Weiyu, on the other hand, had a smirk on her face. She came to Yan Wulu's side and continued to approach, forcing Yan Wulu to hit the red log table behind her...

Yan Wulu instinctively looked back and took a look at the red log table.

Yan Weiyu, however, took advantage of this opportunity and stepped forward.

In an extremely ambiguous way, she pressed her entire body on Yan Wulu, suppressing him in an extremely intimate space...

"Forget other people's poems and stuff."

"...But my eldest nephew, I must take a look at it."

Yan Weiyu said.

Yan Wulu was in a dilemma for a while...

He felt that those poems were not actually written by him, and he was already a little embarrassed when he used them against Yi Junhan.

How can we do this again in front of my little aunt Yan Weiyu now?

and……

Yan Weiyu is too close to him now.

Yan Wulu could even smell the scent of Yan Weiyu.

This seemed to be the second time Yan Wulu smelled the faint fragrance of Yan Weiyu.

It was a scent different from that of young women like Zhang Chunhua and Jiang Yueling.

Even the Taiping Princess Zhao Lingxin, who carries a strange fragrance, cannot give Yan Wulu this feeling.

It's like... the smell of a mature beauty.

Yan Wulu was a little distracted...

Suddenly, he felt that Yan Weiyu seemed to have taken another step forward!

She is too close to herself.

It's almost felt.

But Yan Weiyu himself seems to be completely unaware of this distance, and has been obsessed with asking Yan Wulu to express his feelings in poetry and music.

Just when Yan Wulu was speechless in replying, not knowing how to deal with such an ambiguous gesture, Yan Weiyu suddenly caught a glimpse of the collection of recorded poems presented at the Jinling Poetry Conference on the round table.

It is a collection of poems written by talented people at a poetry meeting where the organizer sends a special person to record it.

Yan Weiyu's eyes lit up...

Yan Wulu also felt something in his heart.

The two of them moved almost at the same time, reaching towards the book of recorded poems placed on the red log table.

But compared to Yan Wulu, an early fifth-level warrior who had just broken through, Yan Weiyu was undoubtedly faster and more agile...

Turning over, he easily took out the collection of recorded poems on the table.

Only then did Yan Wulu's right hand arrive. He reached out to take it, but failed to get the collection of poems. Instead, he grabbed Yan Weiyu's gorgeous belt inlaid with white jade.

The two separated easily.

The white jade belt slipped.

Yan Weiyu took the poetry collection and put it in front of him, and found that his white jade belt had actually fallen into the hands of his eldest nephew Yan Wulu.

Fortunately, in this Feiyu suit, the belt is just for tying up the waist, but it will not cause the clothes to open and slide down.

"Big nephew..."




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