The Sword Master Volume 6: The Hero Road Chapter 7: Love (4) The Past

Go. Can you really be forgotten?-

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There are big guys who smashed down with the ceiling, and behind them there are leopard demons who can even easily catch up with their own state. The commonly used spells have been used almost every time within 24 hours. Mr. Yan is now in an unprecedented crisis.

But Mr. Yan smiled, just like Ming Yan, who was plotting against him.

"If the support you arranged at this time is a sniper, maybe you will really win." Mr. Yan smiled at the hole in front of him and said, "It's really a critical moment."

Fortunately, the sneak attacker was a guy who was lucky enough to fight in close combat.

People are so interesting.

This is like this for Gu Zhong. This is also like this for Ming Yan. The first time it was just a meal on the plate of Mr. Ren Yan's fish. But when he met for the second time, he transformed into a monster himself.

You can talk about the monsters in danger.

This is why Mr. Yan likes people. Perhaps Mr. Yan can see through the hearts of most people and control them at will. But there are always a few people who will be exceptional. What they will do is always beyond Mr. Yan's expectations, which surprised and scared.

He actually felt scared of his "food". This made Mr. Yan feel interesting and very interesting.

That's not bad. If everyone is just moving life piggy bank, then how boring this world would be!

For this interesting, to show my respect for Mingyan, and to get rid of the current danger, Mr. Yan made a very unscrupulous decision.

Mr. Yan can use "" to protect himself. But he is not ready to do so now.

What he was going to use was the spell that even Yu Tianming was afraid of.

At this time, Ahan was only one foot away from Mr. Yan's head. Abao's leopard's claws were only one finger away from him.

Suddenly, both of them saw the black wings spreading behind Mr. Yan in a trance.

"domain"

As soon as the mantra was recited, the non-existent wings circled one and a half circles. A circle was drawn around Mr. Yan.

This belongs to Mr. Yan Yuan

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After seeing the black wings, Ahan and Abbott who broke into the "circle" lost their target.

Mr. Yan. It's gone.

Ahan hit the surface heavily and almost smashed the remaining boards together.

But he hit nothing.

Ahan was stunned. He turned his head and looked at him. He happened to be the leopard claws that Abao inserted into his eyes.

"Wow!" Ahan immediately dodged by the side and Abao tried his best to stop his sprint. He tried his best to turn the direction of his hands.

"laugh"

Abao's degree was too fast. Although he had tried his best to avoid the vital points of Ahan's body, six fingers were still inserted into Han's shoulder.

The muscles on the big Ahan's body were as hard as steel. The muscle groups immediately tightened after the injury. They locked the leopard's fingers tightly on their shoulders like an iron gate.

"Ahan hurts so much! What is Abao doing?" The pain made Ahan complain.

"Do you think I want to? Let go of my hand. I can't pull it out!" Abao knew that Mr. Yan was nearby, but he could not pull out his fingers.

"This is not Ah Han's fault Ah Han..." The big guy wanted to defend his muscles for a few words. But he said it, but suddenly he closed his mouth.

The reason why Ahan shut up was because he saw Mr. Yan behind Abao.

At the same time, Abao also saw Mr. Yan's smiling face appearing from behind Ahan.

Not only that, there is a Mr. Yan on the side of the two.

"This "domain" can only last for three minutes. Let's enjoy it!" Mr. Yan, who was beside them, said, "dividing" into two again.

Then a total of four gentlemen reached out their hands at the same time and pressed them on Abao and Ahan who were connected together.

"break"

The sounds of chanting mantras are heard one after another. Abao Ahan's nightmare has just begun.

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Ming Yan, who fell to the second floor, fell to his head and fell to his head. But when his mind recovered, he immediately used the Xiangkong Talisman and rose to the room on the third floor.

Ming Yan's plan was seamless. So when he went up to the third floor, he thought he would see Mr. Yan's body and those blue smiles.

Ming Yan didn't expect that what he saw would be Ahan and Abao who were tangled together and Mr. Yan, who was smiling like a flower while sitting on them.

"I wonder if I have told you that I am invincible within five meters." Mr. Yan patted the Blue Crow duo who was unharmed and fainted. He said with a smile.

"...What's wrong with them?" Ming Yan asked calmly with the urge to escape.

"It's no big deal. It's just a fight with eight people who have no restrictions on using the Spell." Mr. Yan said, "I thought they could hold on!"

The magical mantra. Mingyan can only sigh so much.

No matter how good the plan is, no matter how smooth things are, it is just a joke in the face of a huge and unimaginable gap in strength.

"What are you going to do to me?" Ming Yan sighed.

"Why should I do what I do to you?" Mr. Yan smiled even happier: "You made me have such a happy time. I realized my weakness. I thank you for not having enough time. What will you do to you?"

"Take the disguise girl over there. Before I change my mind." As he said that, Mr. Yan pushed the two unlucky blue crows aside and made a call to the door.

Ming Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.

He understood that to Mr. Yan, he was just an interesting ant. His careful plan to resist was just an interesting struggle in Mr. Yan's opinion.

Step on to death or not to death a small insect

Mr. Yan’s mood is related.

Ming silently walked to Erona, who was still weak, and carried her comrades and walked out the door.

"If you want to pay me next time, don't use the trick of hijacking a hostage." Mr. Yan put away his smile and made a final warning: "I may not be so good next time."

"Don't worry. Maybe we will not be mercenaries anymore." Ming turned to look at Mr. Yan and showed his tired face: "Business is broken. The employer's subordinates fell on your hands again. I think we will disappear for at least a year and a half to hide from the limelight..."

"Leave this city and go to the countryside for all kinds of things!" Mr. Yan glanced at Wen Ya who was still sleeping soundly, and sighed deeply and said: Maybe you will like such a life and forget everything that is born here."

"This is a good suggestion." Ming put Ena on his back, leaving behind the last sentence meaningfully: "But, can we really forget?"

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Ming Yan left. The damage suffered by the Blue Crow duo in their hallucinations was enough to make them faint for more than half a month.

The only person in this room who can keep his mind awake is Mr. Yan.

Can the past be remembered? Perhaps this proposition should be replaced by: Can the past be forgotten?

Ming Yan and Erona cannot. So they will be trapped by Gu Zhong's betrayal for the rest of their lives and have nowhere to go.

Even dawn cannot. So he transformed his guilt towards Ah An into a feeling of saving the world. After all, it was just to find some comfort to the unavoidable past.

So. Can I?

Mr. Yan sat beside Wen Ya's bed and was filled with emotion when he looked at the woman who was so close to him.

Can the relationship between him and Wenya be considered love? Or is it just a former partner who is often found in some foreign TV series, who is "only sex but not love"?

Mr. Yan doesn't know. He really doesn't know.

He only knew that the person he loved the most had long been buried in the deepest part of his memory. And she was not elegant.

But this does not mean that Wenya has any weight in her heart.

Wenya is what she represents in the past. It is the past that Mr. Yan cannot let go.

She was already Yan Xian's beloved past. The only thing left.

There were thousands of reasons why Mr. Yan refused to kill her. But Yu Tianming knew that Ah An knew that if the original "" team members knew about this, they would also know the real reason.

There is never one real reason.

Then Mr. Yan himself is clear about it?

I didn't think about it anymore. I had a headache. Mr. Yan cursed in his heart and then knocked Wenya's head hard.

"Ah! It hurts so much! Are you?" Wenya, who was sleeping like an angel just now, felt aching in her head. She cursed and opened her eyes.

"When are you going to pretend to be asleep?" Mr. Yan said impatiently: "Are you not going to hit you? You are going to pretend to be there?"

"I'm just giving you a shot and let you express your thoughts to the sleeping beauty!" Wenya curled her lips: "You are really interesting."

"When did you wake up?" Mr. Yan sighed: "I'm so irritating you to the smell of guessing?"

Wenya nodded with a smile and said nothing.

At this moment, Wenya's heart was filled with sweetness.

She is very clear about the effect of "domain" and its portion.

"This is the second century-old mantra used for me." Wenya's cheeks flushed: "It seems that I really can't repay you except to agree with my body."
To be continued...