The Ace Bodyguard

However, no matter how much benefits she had, Xiao Ziye was still not moved. She had always been strict in her principles and did what she wanted, so under that helpless situation, those unscrupulous people gritted their teeth and some even offered a high price to assassinate her. But those people who tried to harm her were all killed in one fell swoop, so Xiao Ziye was not afraid of these Wulin People s at all.    

    

It was the voice of an old man. The other party must be extremely powerful, and the Genuine Qi was also very powerful. Wang Xiao had never imagined that it would actually be such a profound beast king. Ordinary weak people, or people whose Genuine Qi s were not strong enough, would not be able to send a sound transmission for a thousand miles. It seemed like this person had come for the treasure as well. Because of the innate abnormality in his Huahai City, he had attracted the old man over.    

    

His opponent's strength was at least Qi Master Stage or above, and perhaps even his Qi Master Stage experts, wouldn't be his match. If powerful experts came to his Huahai City to search for treasures, Wang Xiao would be under a lot of pressure. It was not because he was timid, but because there were too many experts in their realm. Wang Xiao was powerless, unable to fight back.    

    

Not to mention fighting against experts of that realm, maybe when those experts fought against each other, the Genuine Qi that would surge out from the opponent's body would affect people of his level.    

    

Actually, out of all the cultivators, the only one Wang Xiao had seen was Innate Stage. As of right now, he had not seen Qi Master Stage, and as for those with Qi Master Stage or above, he probably had seen Master Gu Yue s.    

    

His master must be very strong, if he was not strong, how would he have passed down such a powerful divine art to him? The Nine-dragon Qigong, this was a Secret Scripture from all the divine arts Wang Xiao had ever seen. Although his strength was not in terms of Top Level in the martial arts world, the Nine-dragon Qigong that he cultivated in was indeed very strong.    

    

It was just because Wang Xiao had not cultivated for a long time and had not comprehended much, that his strength was not at the level of Top Level in the forest. If he was given a few more years time, Wang Xiao would become an expert of his generation. This time, whether or not his master would be attracted to this innate phenomenon of the Huahai City, or whether or not he would be able to attract his master over here, would mean that he would be able to see his master again in the future. It was just that Master's whereabouts were erratic and unpredictable. Perhaps he was not even in the country at all, but in the outer seas. I wonder which country his Master is currently travelling to and does not know of the natural phenomenon of Huahai City in the country.    

    

Wang Xiao missed Gu Yue very much, and missed Master very much. Ever since Master appeared, there had been no news of him. He was really weird, causing Wang Xiao to be confused. There were many things that were difficult to understand. When a master accepts a disciple, he waits for the disciple like a son. Not only is he meticulously nurturing the disciple, but he is also wholeheartedly guiding the disciple.    

    

But it was different for Master Gu Yue. Back then when he was at the traffickers' base, his master had only passed down the Nine-dragon Qigong to him and then visited him a few times before disappearing. He remembered that time when his master was about to leave, he sneaked into a trafficker to visit him. He warned him that no matter where he went in the future, he should never mention his name or let anyone know that he was his disciple.    

    

After a few more serious warnings, Master left. One must know that back then, he was like a human trafficker suffering in his base, but towards all of this, his master acted as if he didn't see it, as if he didn't care about his own life and death or the lives of others who suffered. At that time, other than Wang Xiao, there were many other people at the trafficking base.    

    

Wang Xiao had never been able to understand why the Master Gu Yue did not save him from the water and the fire back then, and why not save the others from the fire as well. Wang Xiao's mind was heavy on the road, so he unknowingly arrived at the villa. In the courtyard, he saw the little ghost sitting under a tree. Under the tree was a stone bench and a stone table.    

    

On the table, there was a bottle of red wine, as well as a goblet. There were also some fruits and beef, which must have been given to him by Yang Lei herself. The kid picked up his goblet and looked up at the moon in the sky.    

    

Looking at the bright moon in the night sky, he continued to recite, "The moonlight in front of the bed is bright, perhaps because of the frost on the ground. Raise your head and look at the moon, thinking of your homeland."    

    

Wang Xiao was really convinced, how could it still be this poem? Furthermore, it was a primary school student's poem, could it be that other than this primary school's poem, the little ghost did not have any other poems.    

    

"No, no."    

    

The little ghost muttered to himself and shook his head, "Something's wrong. This poem seems to be yearning for my hometown and not a poem about a beauty. Looks like I have to change it."    

    

After thinking for a while, the little guy drank the red wine in his cup in one gulp and said, "Ah, the moonlight is bright tonight. It's as if she has a beautiful, fair face. Everyone loves her. I really want to take a bite."    

    

Wang Xiao really wanted to laugh, this was also a poem.    

    

The little ghost seemed to be very satisfied with this poem, so he continued to mutter to himself, "Sis, it's a pity that this isn't the ancient era. There isn't anyone who is responsible for recording this poem.    

    

After hearing the little brat's muttering, Wang Xiao really wanted to give him a blow. With his poems, it would be great if he didn't get scolded. It couldn't be that he wanted to drink wine honestly because he didn't have a high education, but he also wanted to learn from people like Li Bai Du Pu and other people. He liked to recite a poem to express his feelings.    

    

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from behind him, the little demon turned his head to look, and realised that Wang Xiao had arrived.    

    

"Brother Xiao, you're back?" The little ghost asked with a smile.    

    

"Yes." Wang Xiao nodded.    

    

"Brother Xiao, when you weren't here just now, I was moved. For the sake of lyrics, I recited a poem, and it just so happened that you were here. I will repeat it again for you to broaden your horizons." the kid said.    

    

Wang Xiao waved to indicate that there was no need.    

    

However, the little brat seemed to want to show off his literary skills, so although Wang Xiao waved his hand to indicate that he did not want to hear it, he still recited a poem, "Ah, the moon is bright tonight, just like a young lady's beautiful white face, everyone loves me, I really want to take a bite of it."    

    

After he finished speaking, the little demon asked Wang Xiao: "Brother Xiao, what do you think, am I very talented?"    

    

Wang Xiao came over from the little demon's cup, filled up the cup with red wine, and then drank it all in one gulp.    

    

As for the little demon, he eagerly looked at Wang Xiao, because he was still waiting for Wang Xiao's evaluation of the poem.    

    

"Brat, do you really want to hear my evaluation?" Wang Xiao asked.    

    

"Of course, of course." The little ghost solemnly nodded.    

    

Wang Xiao said: "I want money for my poetry, your life is mine."    

    

Pfft!    

    

The little brat could not take the impact and almost vomited a mouthful of blood. He did not expect Wang Xiao's evaluation of him to be like this. Originally, Wang Xiao thought that Wang Xiao would comment and praise it, it was a rare poem even higher than Qu Yuan's poems, but in Wang Xiao's eyes, it was actually not even worth mentioning, it was actually trash at such a stage, it was really too shocking.    

    

"Brother Xiao, you won't appreciate it." The little ghost was not convinced.    

    

"It's not that I don't know how to appreciate it, but this poem of yours. The level is indeed too low, it's not even comparable to the level of a primary school student." Originally, he did not want to beat the little kid up, but Wang Xiao had no choice but to say it.    

    

In the end, the little brat still suffered from Wang Xiao's attack. He helplessly shook his head and said: "I was not born to be a great literary person. I am born to be a poet.    

    

After he finished speaking, he snatched the cup from Wang Xiao's hands and filled it with red wine. After he finished drinking the red wine in the cup, the little demon asked Wang Xiao: "Brother Xiao, is that fellow Zhang Wei dead, you didn't want to use the method I taught you to capture him and bring him into the wilderness, then find a poisonous snake to throw into his crotch.    

    

Speaking of these methods, not only did the little ghost have more passion as he spoke, he was also spitting out saliva and dancing with joy. This was because he was experienced in these matters and had often used these methods in the past.    

    

"Zhang Wei did not die." Wang Xiao said.    

    

What!    

    

When he heard that Zhang Wei was still alive, it was as if he could not accept the truth. Looking at his exaggerated expression, Wang Xiao thought, even I don't care about Zhang Wei's life and death, why do you need to care so much, as though the one Zhang Wei is looking for an assassin to deal with is you and not me.    

    

"Brother Xiao, why is Zhang Wei not dead yet? This is too unreasonable." The little ghost asked in dissatisfaction.    

    

"Because he should not have died." Wang Xiao said.    

    

"Someone like him should have been cut into pieces a long time ago. How could he possibly have lost his life?" the kid continued.    

    

Wang Xiao said: "Because he promised to give a billion in three days. With that much money, can I kill him? If he dies, I can ask someone for more money."    

    

One billion!    

    

The little brat widened his eyes and raised ten fingers, as if he wanted to pin them down ten times, and then slowly count them. He really did not expect Zhang Wei, that grandson, to be so rich. The boy's exaggerated expression made it seem as if he had never seen money before. However, he had rarely seen so much money. After all, a billion was not a small amount.    

    

"Brat, do you think Zhang Wei deserves to die?" Wang Xiao asked.    

    

The little ghost replied, "No need to die. Of course not. Moreover, I absolutely cannot die."    

    

"Do you think you should die?" Wang Xiao continued to ask.    

    

From now on, Zhang Wei is my good brother and my good friend. Whoever dares to deal with him, will be against me, and in three days, after I get the money, the friendship between Zhang Wei and I will be officially annulled. "    

    

Wang Xiao admired the little demon too much. He was truly a snob, opening his eyes wide when he saw the money, thinking about how Zhang Wei had given him so much money. That was why he treated Zhang Wei as his good brother and friend. However, after they received the money, they would no longer be good friends with Zhang Wei, nor were they good brothers. "Brat, you're too narrow-minded. Your entire mind is filled with thoughts of money. Don't tell me that in your eyes, there's only money?" Wang Xiao asked.    

    

The little demon seriously replied: "Brother Xiao, what kind of era is this? Do you think it's making friends with you? People nowadays only have money in their eyes, as long as you have money you are an old man, as long as you have money you are brothers. If you don't have money, not only are you not brothers, you are also strangers, whoever knows who."    

    

"If you say it like that, then what about me and you? Are the two of us not friends? If one day I become destitute, if one day I become penniless, then you won't treat me as a brother anymore." Wang Xiao asked seriously. This brat was too realistic. To think that money was so important, money was not useless. People who cared too much about money would lose more.