Shen Jue walked out of the training ground and walked behind the corporal without saying a word. In fact, he knew in his heart that compared with these ordinary mortals, he had too many advantages, and these advantages were enough to make him stand out from these obscure soldiers, thus attracting the attention of others. But within a month, several lieutenants wanted to use him. It's just that the attention he wanted to attract has never stopped on himself. Dad. Shen Jue shouted silently in her heart, a simple name, the tip of her tongue pressed against her upper jaw, and then she made that sound softly. Although there is no bone-blood compatibility, it has never been forgotten. It was he who brought him up, restrained his stubbornness, harshness and kindness. He will hold himself in his arms, hold his hand, cheek to cheek, and trace the landscape in the painting stroke by stroke. Whether his paintings are good or bad, all those brushes and inks are collected and will never be abandoned. Although he was an orphan, he grew up in a complicated family without a mother, but no one dared to wrong him, but the man who was not strong supported the sky above his head, and he was not even willing to give him a little haze. When calling his father, he never realized that in such a family, he is not a mother. On the other hand, his father, Yimo, had an ice-cold temperament, even though he was soft and angular, it made people unconsciously alienate and fear. It was he who reconciled in the middle that let him slowly realize that his father was not completely cold. Although he was not good at expressing himself, he was always caring.

In this life, he can no longer call his father.

Shen Jue stood outside the tent, waited for the guards to report and walked in, looked at the figure of the man, and saluted respectfully: "General."

Ji Jiu looked back, looked at him for a moment, and then said straight ahead, "Would you like to come and serve under my account?"

Shen Jue was stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "Of course."

He should be too refreshing, Ji Jiu unconsciously squinted and looked at him.

Shen Jue knew immediately that the situation was not good, although he didn't know why, his father doubted himself. With such a squinting action, once the father in the previous life had such an expression, he knew in his heart that he was planning something. Shen Jue's fox-like squinting at him felt both familiar and fearful. More than a hundred years ago, he was terrified of such an expression. Usually, when Shen Qingxuan showed such an expression, he would suffer the next moment.

After more than a hundred years, Xiaobao also knew that he was many years older than the Ji Jiu in front of him, but he didn't know why, the awe had never been reduced by a single cent.

Sure enough, Ji Jiu paced, squinted and walked in front of him, the corners of his mouth curled into an arc, and said softly, "I know that many generals and lieutenants want to take you under their command. Why did you answer me, but refused What about them?" In the last sentence, his voice rose, pretending to be narrow.

Shen Jue was horrified, and couldn't help but take two steps back, before she made an excuse to say, "If it weren't for the general, there would be no Shen Jue in the army."

Ji Jiu really had doubts in his heart. The first thing that came to his mind was that the young man in front of him was someone else's meticulous work, but he was reluctant to believe it. After all, such outstanding talents are really rare. After hesitating for a while, he decided to believe his explanation, and quickly said, "If that's the case, then stay." After a bit of a pause, he said, "Would you like to be my bodyguard?"

Shen Jue did not seek fame and fortune at first, but he was frightened by Ji Jiu last time, and this time he agreed a little slower, but he still agreed: "It's all up to the general's orders."

Ji Jiu was satisfied and patted his shoulder.

Shen Jue walked out with a sigh of relief, and only after he got out of the military tent and stood in the sun did he realize that his back was full of sweat. I couldn't help laughing bitterly, Daddy's prestige had not diminished in those days, he was so worried, how could his father deal with this general Ji who had a wife and son? Such a smiling fox who has never changed his true colors from the past to the present.

He didn't know it at all, and Ji Jiu immediately sent someone to check his background. Life experience is secondary, the key is whether he has been used by others. Of course, the answer is no.

After getting the answer, Ji Jiu was completely relieved. Later, someone in the ar came to him, saying that there is no talent to keep such an outstanding young man by his side as a guard. Only then did Ji Jiu promote Shen Jue, which is a later story, so won't mention it for the time being.

Shen Jue became a personal bodyguard, got closer to Ji Jiu, and occasionally talked, but Ji Jiu asked, Shen Jue answered, and Ji Jiu asked him, "Juan is Shuangyu, did your father say when he named you? Which pair of jade are they?"

Shen Jue thought for a while and said, "My father didn't say anything."

Ji Jiu couldn't hear the difference between "father" and "father", and immediately asked, "What did your father say?"

"My father doesn't say it." Shen Jue looked at his face and paused for a while: "The general can call me Xiaobao."

"Little Treasure?" Ji Jiu couldn't help laughing at the young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him, "Tiny name?" You can almost imagine this kid's head and head when he was young.

"Well," Shen Jue said, "the general can call me by my nickname."

He said frankly, but Ji Jiu was embarrassed for a while, and after a while, he said: "You have already worn the crown, how can you still call it a baby name. This name can only be called by the elders in the family. Although you are my subordinate, you have no idea. This relationship. It's better not to call."

Ji Jiu said it as a matter of course, but at the end of the sentence, he clearly saw a trace of disappointment on the face of the young man in front of him. Inexplicably moved, Ji Jiu clearly didn't know why he was disappointed, but he clearly felt that this person took himself as a relative, and he also said that he was an orphan and was adopted later. Just like that, Ji Jiu felt a bit of pity in his heart, looking at Shen Jue's eyes, it was as soft as if he saw his own child.

Ji Jiu said: "It's late, you go, I'm going to rest."

Although he softened his heart, his wish was not fulfilled in the end.

Shen Jue lost for a while, and then recovered. He knew that Japan was a long time coming, and it was impossible to get in a hurry.

Ji Jiu just fell asleep, but the demon came again, stood by the bed for a moment, and then got on the couch. Ji Jiu knew that he shouldn't act rashly. After all, the opponent was a monster with profound mana. How could he be a mortal opponent. But if you kill your heart together, it will be difficult to hold back.

Killing intent surged in his heart, and he would never die!

His fingers moved slowly under the quilt, gradually approaching the mattress on the edge of the bed, but the person on him stopped abruptly. Ji Jiu was startled, thinking that he had noticed something, but unexpectedly a person rushed in from the outside, and rushed in in a panic. He also shouted, "General!"

It was Shen Jue.

Shen Jue was guarding outside the tent and heard noises in the house. She thought it was different, and rushed in without thinking. Unexpectedly, she saw her father covering her father under an oil lamp. The shape of the bulge, and the scene in the quilt did not need to think about what it was like, and was instantly stunned, his face red and his ears red.

Ji Jiu turned her head, her face flushed, but she shouted angrily, "Get out!"

Shen Jue hurriedly turned around and rushed out again, his mind was already in a mess, and he didn't know what to do. He had also seen such a thing. At that time, he was still young, only one year old. Shen Qingxuan took him by his side. . Although she was one year old, Shen Jue was born to a wolf mother, but she still had memories. But Shen Qingxuan didn't know, so the one-year-old Shen Jue could see the scene clearly through the tent. Later, when I became more sensible, I realized that this was something I shouldn't watch, so I hid myself and didn't watch it.

In fact, still think it's not that great. The more intimate they are, the better their relationship will be. The family of three is a man, and it is no less happy than those ordinary families.

Now that the two of them did this again, Shen Jue's first thought was to breathe a sigh of relief. Then suddenly stopped, thinking that something was wrong, it shouldn't be like this.

If Dad knew about the past and was willing to be with Dad, how could he not know himself? If they were in love with each other, how could Daddy be so passive and the atmosphere so dull? Shen Jue knew about his father. If he really wanted to, the mere cry would be enough to make people blush.

If he really wanted to... just now when he broke in by himself, there was a look of anger on his face, and even a faint murderous intention appeared on his face.

Shen Jue has been smart since childhood, and after standing outside for a while, she has already thought clearly. There are ten reasons for this, and it was persecuted by the father. There was a mess in the brain again.

Ji Jiu's face was pale, and she didn't know if she was frightened or frightened. She trembled under Yimo, and every joint was stiff as if she were dead. He never thought that he would be smashed by someone like this, never thought. But it still happened, let his guards break through the embarrassing appearance of being ridden on him.

Yimo could also feel his mood, stopped, hugged him tightly, wrapped one hand around his back, caressed as if comforting, and whispered, "No worries, it's fine."

Ji Jiu was comforted by him, and gradually regained his senses. Hearing the words, his anger was three-pointed, and a bitter sweetness filled his throat, and his mind went black.

I don't know how long it took to calm down. After this incident, the hatred could not be suppressed, and the killing intent was even more turbulent. Ji Jiu hesitated for a moment, then raised a hand, wrapped his arms around his neck, and hugged Yimo.

There is a story in the Warring States Period. It is said that the Qin state was strong and prosperous. After destroying Zhao and Han, he wanted to send troops to attack Yan. In front of King Qin, Jing Ke offered his head and took out the map. The mountains, rivers, water and land of Yan Kingdom gradually showed on the map. At the end, a dagger appeared on the paper.

Ji Jiu hugged the man on her body tightly, and let out a low moan, as if she couldn't help it after being frightened. Yimo was emotional, buried his head and licked and bit his chest, and his movements became more and more wild.

It was when he was on the verge of a peak that Ji Jiu's wrist retracted, his wrist bones were subtly turned back, and his open eyes shone brightly. The dagger he held in his hand only flashed a sharp light from the corner of Yimo's eyes, and then stabbed diagonally upwards, accurately piercing his third rib.

Exactly where the heart is.

The dagger was too sharp and sharp, and when it pierced into the flesh, there was no pain or sound, and Yimo only felt a chill on his chest. When he looked down again, he saw that Ji Jiu's eyes were filled with murderous aura, but they were calm, like an abyss of stagnant water.

Ji Jiu's hand was on the handle, and he was still lying under him, his expression was calm, staring at those eyes, he calmly pushed the dagger forward two points, and went straight to the end.

The feeling of the sharp weapon being pushed into the flesh made Yimo close his eyes. When he opened it again, he still had the same indifferent expression, and asked in a low voice, "Do you really want to kill me?"

Ji Jiu looked at him, let go of his hand, placed it by his side, and replied calmly, "Of course."

Yimo lowered his head, his black hair scattered beside them, Ji Jiu couldn't see his face any more.

Only then did the blood beads seep out of his heart, drop drop by drop, dripping onto Ji Jiu's body, and then turned into a flow, like a small spring, flowing out.

The smell of blood began to permeate.

Ji Jiu raised her knees and tried to knock him away, but was restrained by Yimo. The man only lowered his head and whispered, "It's not done yet."

Ji Jiu was stunned for a moment, but the man on his body stood up, turned him over, lay on the bed, and then savagely barged in from behind. This time, it was intentional to make him hurt. The grease that was originally applied suddenly disappeared. I don't know where it went, the back acupoint was extremely dry. After being intruded by him, it seemed that the previous expansion and lubrication had disappeared, and Ji Jiu was in a heart-piercing pain. As if being invaded for the first time, the pain is hysterical.

Ji Jiu said, "Bastard!"

Emma didn't answer.

Ji Jiu was about to turn over, but he was holding his waist tightly, and he contradicted him again and again. Ji Jiu struggled, and gradually felt the sticky wetness spread out between his thighs, but it didn't hurt that much. At the same time, the bloody smell became stronger and stronger, as if the whole person was soaked in the blood pool, making people dizzy and nauseated.

He didn't have to look back to know that the man was playing with himself with the dagger stabbed in his heart. Ji Jiu suddenly became quiet.

The blood flowed from his heart, through the firm texture, through the lower abdomen, and finally, with the swing of his waist, it flowed to the connection between the two.

Ji Jiu is in pain.But don't know why, as time went on, in addition to the pain in the body, the heart also seemed to be infected, and there was a burst of dense pain.

He was finally willing to admit that this kind of thing, except for the first time, except for the pain... so many times, it was not completely painful.

Because he was finally willing to admit this, Ji Jiu's heart became more and more painful.His mind was dazed, as if a giant hammer had struck him, and Ji Jiu vomited a mouthful of blood.

So many times, he didn't let him have the slightest pain.

It was something other than pain that made Ji Jiu have to push himself into a corner.he can not.

Many things he can't.

The blood filled the surroundings, and even the quilt was dyed red. Ji Jiu smelled the smell. He should have been a general who had been trained in piles of bones, but finally retched out in such desperate blood.

Ji Jiu was afraid.