Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

Wen Jing squatted down in the still woods, rowing the ground with a dry branch, waiting for half an hour.

In the original text, Duan Xuan died earlier than Liu Qianmo and others, no one figured out how he had done the magic repair. In the middle of the night, Jun Yan’s deep is not in the middle of the house. What is going to his residence?

Maybe it is something that happened tonight.

Wen Jing does not understand what Duan Xuan likes to eat, drink, and does not understand his work, but Jun Yanzhi may not know. If he puts a drop of blood on Duan Xuan's glass...

Suddenly, there was a personal shadow at the door that appeared silently from the darkness.

Wenjing silk looked at it, and Wang Yanzhi’s head was low and flew away with no expression, like an eagle in the night.

"啪" got a cry, and the branches in his hand suddenly broke.

The caves of the dynasties of the dynasties all have guardianships. However, Duan Xuan refused to live in Lu’s residence, and chose this remote stone house to sleep. As a result, the defense has been reduced by more than half. Moreover, according to Liu Qian’s private statement to He Ling, Duan Xuan has always been negligent in taking care of himself. “Some self-destructive.” He has at most one enchantment in the room, but may not be able to cover everything.

At least, there is no enchantment around the residence.

Wenjing swayed like a wandering soul in the middle of the night, and his heart was uneasy and twisted into a twist.

How can Jun Yanzhi really start with Duan Xuan? Even if Master is not good, he also taught him "Feng Chunzhen", not to mention his cultivation teaching for many years.

He sneaked into the room of Duan Xuan in the middle of the night, what is it for? Even if it is not for killing, he can secretly do things for Master, what about others?

In the past few days, there was nothing wrong with it, if Master had another incident...

I was upset with the sword of two hours, and I didn’t realize it until noon. Wen Jing slammed back into his room and lay down on the bed, staring at the roof. He once sent a vow to "Just not betrayed" to Jun Yan, and now it seems that he was only expecting this day.

But now the betrayed is not himself, but him!

There was a faint pain in the heart, and the entanglement was unbearable. Wen Jing sat up fiercely.

Be sure to ask Jun Yan to ask clearly.

In any case, their feelings for so many years, Jun Yan owes him an explanation.

Wen Jing picked up the quilt and got out of bed with a gust of wind.

Suddenly the alarm bells in the brain, the system issued a burst of harsh calls.

"Host please note! Positive provocation is a suicidal act! Repeat, suicidal behavior! The defense system does not allow the host to do this kind of behavior!"

Wen Jing's face is cold and ignorant.

"Please be careful with the host! The host residence has recently been set up invisible enchantment, and the entrance and exit will cause the devil to pay attention!"

Wen Jing suddenly stopped at the door: "Why don't you say it earlier?"

"The existence of invisible enchantment does not threaten host security before."

Wen Jing looked around with panting and his face became more and more gloomy.

He dared to limit his actions.

Jun Yan has been suspicious of him, treating him as a prisoner and watching his every move. What is the difference between Lu Yunfei and that year?

If it is not a guilty conscience, he needs to do this?

Wen Jing’s heart sank, and it’s not clear whether it’s disappointing or sad.

The situation is more serious than imagined, and Master must know this.

He appeases this person one day, and the lives of Master and the brothers are dangerous.

The alarm screamed, but Wen Jing did not care about anything and flew to Duan Xuan’s residence.

He is waiting at the door of Duan Xuan, waiting until Master returns!

The warm sun of winter hangs in the air, and the breeze is holding the floating snow, and the ice is cool and cool, blowing to the face. Looking from afar, Duan Xuan’s stone house stood in front of a dark gray back, his hair was scattered and not trimmed, standing next to the cliff and looking down.

Wenjing is flying fast to speed up.

The figure heard the voice of Wen Jing far away, frowning and turning his head slightly: "What are you worried about? Slow down!"

"Master." Wen Jing did not dare to defy, slowed down the footsteps and fell a little behind Duan Xuan, not afraid to be too close to him, "Master returned."

Duan Xuan did not look back, it seems to have been expected: "Building the foundation?"

"Yes."

Duan Xuan did not say anything, and looked at it for a long time, finally came back to God: "wait."

He slammed the next sentence, turned into the stone house, and came out again in a moment, holding a yellow book with a white border. The book has been around for a long time, the cover is bloody, and the pages are broken.

"This is the "Yangyang Sword". Although there are only three strokes, the power is not the same..." He explained that he was annoyed for a while. In short, "In short, you have trained it to the top, and the power is no better than "The Deadwood Sword". The difference is too far. You don't have enough understanding. The mastery of the sword is pure. Let's do it together. I can't find the other ones."

Wen Jing took over the old books and bowed his head: "... Thank you Master."

“How is “Qingsong Guided Road”?”

"Yes, there is still no small success."

Duan Xuan immediately sank his face, and the storm suddenly seemed to sweep over, and he held back at the last moment, licking his lips.

"The disciple must step up to practice, Master does not have to worry about it." Wen Jing hair roots erect, the scalp numb, raised his head, the heart began to jump wildly, "Master, disciple is coming today, there is something I want to report to Master."

"what's up?"

Wen Jing said calmly: "Master may hear what I have to say, maybe it is hard to believe... I also ask Master to listen to the patient patiently."

"Say."

"Master, the disciples wandered around the mountain last night, but unconsciously came to Master's residence. Master was not there last night, I hid in the darkness of the forest, but saw a person dark into Master's room."

Wen Jing looked at Duan Xuan calmly. He does not need to sue all the things of Jun Yan. He only needs Master to be wary of this person and he has achieved his goal.

Duan Xuan frowned and glanced at the Tsing Yi who was flying in the distance.

Wen Jing did not consciously, and took a deep breath: "Last night, the moonlight is clear, the disciples can see clearly, that person, that person is not someone else, it is the brother of the king!"

Duan Xuan half-squinted, his eyebrows twisted into a rope: "You said that Yan had sneaked into my room last night?"

"Yes, Master! The disciple does not dare to have a half-false." Wen Jing looked at Duan Xuan with sincerity, and feared that he did not believe, and struggled and said, "There is another thing, when the disciple goes to Hengtianmen with the brother of the king, he Every night in the middle of the night, I have to go out to practice swords, disciples..."

Halfway through it, Wen Jing’s body suddenly trembled, and there was a resilience behind it.

He immediately turned back, but saw Jun Yanzhi standing behind him and looking at him faintly.

With a bang, a tight string in the brain broke. This man just hidden the aura!

His heart burst into flames and turned to look at Duan Xuan. He said urgently: "Master! The sentences spoken by the disciples are true. Master must turn the room up and down again, and he will be able to find out..."

Duan Xuan said coldly: "I don't know what you mean by these words. Last night I closed my eyes in the room all night and never went out. If someone comes in, I must know."

Wen Jing opened his mouth and his lips trembled slightly: "...Master last night?"

"I have never left the house overnight."

Wen Jing frowned: "This... that last night, I really..."

"Why are you framed your brother, what is it for?" Duan Xuan's black face was overcast. "He went out in the middle of the night to practice the sword, hard work, what are you upset?"

"I am not upset, Master, he is in a bad heart -" Wen Jing rushed to defend.

"Nonsense, brothers and sisters, even the words "bad heart" can also be said!" Duan Xuan looked angry, gathered a small whirlwind in his hand, "What kind of character is Yan, I will not Clear? How did he offend you?"

"Master! You -"

Seeing that the whirlwind is going to fall on Wen Jing's body, Jun Yan stepped forward and pulled him behind him, calmly speaking to Duan Xuan: "Master, disciple and younger brother have recently made some small awkwardness. The younger brother is angry with me. I told you in front of Master. This is the fault of the disciple. Please ask the disciple to allow the disciple to bring the younger brother back and talk to him."

Duan Xuan took the whirlwind in his hand and angered: "Take him in the house for three months, don't go out, concentrate on practicing the sword!"

Wen Jing heard angrily and shouted: "Master, listen to me! Give me to anyone, don't--"

"Yes, the disciple knows." Jun Yanzhi grabbed the sleeves of Wen Jing and interrupted him without hesitation. "Teacher, go with me and read."

"No, no, no..." Wen Jing was dragged away by Jun Yan, worried, and the whole body of the goose bumps came out one by one.

"砰" slammed the door, and the big turtle on the bed suddenly raised his head and looked at the person who was thrown into the bed. The bed suddenly fell, swaying and undulating, accompanied by a voice of anger and anger.

"Jun Yanzhi, you are a hypocrite! You have kind of us to go outside!"

Standing on the edge of the bed, Jun Yan’s face is as elegant and calm as usual, but there is a hint of gloomy color: “Teacher, have something to say clearly.”

"Where did you go last night?"

Wen Jing climbed to the other side of the bed, but was caught by Jun Yan's unhurriedly grasping an ankle. The strength was not too light, but it was enough to drag him to his side: "Teacher, what do you know?" ?"

The slender fingers crossed his chin and pinched like a pair of irons. Wen Jing couldn't turn his face and was forced to look into the deep scorpion of Jun Yan. The fear was rooted and erected, but he sweared hard: "I know everything."

"What do you know?"

Wen Jing glared at him: "All know!"

In the calm voice of Jun Yan, there is an angry temper, and it seems that he wants to devour people without leaving traces: "So you sue me to Master."

"Who told you to harm Master!" Wen Jing angrily whispered.

"嗤拉", the front chest was cool, the clothes were torn open without any pity, Wenjing was pressed to death on the bed.

"Jun Yanzhi! What are you going to do!" The mouth was tightly covered and tightly covered, and the tongue smothered in his mouth, making it difficult to breathe. Wen Jing pushed him to move, his heart was anxious, and he punched his man with a fist.

The fist was like no effect, but the tongue in the mouth was drawn out. Jun Yanzhi’s face was blue and he said slowly, “You can try me again.”

The two wrists were immediately put on the bed by the real pressure, as if hooping him was not a hand, but a chain made of millennium black iron.

"Jun Yanzhi, you want to kill and kill!" Wen Jing angrily yelled, "You better cut off my hands and feet, or I will kill you!"

Jun Yanzhi looked down at him calmly, took the cyan hair band from his right hand, and gently tied the hands of Wen Jing to the bed: "This is a treasure made by the third-order monsters, even if you are in the Golden Age. And may not be able to break free."

"You!" Wen Jing was so angry that he could not speak. The greasy tongue once again penetrated into his mouth, and the belt was gently hooked and suddenly fell off.

"Jun Yanzhi, you want to know, what does it mean to do this!"

Jun Yanzhi did not answer, calmly took off his outer shirt and middle blouse, leaving only one set of robes, and the shackles hung across the ground. He looked at the struggling teenager and bowed his lips.

The lip is uploaded to a clear bite, and the tongue is driven straight in, arbitrarily invading his mouth, simple and rude.

Wen Jing was bitten and couldn't speak. It took a long time to open his cheek and said coldly: "Jun Yanzhi, you and I have been in friendship for so many years, don't destroy it."

Jun Yanzhi buried his head in his shoulder and whispered: "Yes, so many years of friendship."