Lin Xiaocao didn't go far after going downstairs, the community Lin Shuimo chose was more brilliant in the neighborhood, a few steps downstairs is a fitness area, the equipment is very new, not old, but at this time and this night, naturally not many people will patronize this area, casually pulled a hundred horizontal bars, and in the end he simply sat on it, lit a cigarette, and was silently in a daze.

He actually doesn't like cloudy days very much, especially the cloudy nights, which are oppressive and cold, but they can make people more sober.

Awake.

This is the emotion that Lin Xiaocao needs most at the moment, so that it can facilitate his thinking.

Chen Qingyu's transformation is very reasonable, but in the same way, it is also very abrupt, at least for Lin Xiaocao, Chen Qingyu is not a woman he abandoned after playing once in the past, it is purely to solve physiological needs, both parties are willing, a bit of a one-night stand, after the passion, it is naturally a shot and two scattered, no one is sorry for anyone, the most important thing in the dark world is the people who have become crazy and degenerate because of depression and blood.

But Chen Qingyu is not the same as those people at all, the relationship between the two is destined to be a one-time fast food from the beginning, Lin Xiaocao needs the strength of the Chen family, and the Chen family also needs a god of war who can exert his peak combat effectiveness to the limit, both sides have their own needs, and there is a basis for cooperation, marriage is the best choice.

Even if it's a marriage without a name.

It is very simple for him to accept Chen Qingyu, but the headache is how to deal with the relationship between them, protecting Lin Shuimo is Lin Xiaocao's identity, and being with Chen Qingyu is Lin Xuanyuan's identity.

And accepting Chen Qingyu is equivalent to accepting the Chen family.

Lin Xiaocao took out a cigarette again and lit it, took a deep breath, and frowned.

No one knows his worth better than him, and his value lies entirely in his almost invincible terrifying combat power.

If he accepts the Chen family's words, what the Chen family needs him to do most is to enter the special military system, and finally enter the Shenzhou Guardian and take over Wang Tianxiong's position as the guardian of the empire, after all, if he is just a martial artist and is alone, no matter how terrifying he is, it is limited, but if it is an imperial guardian with hidden rights that is better than the Standing Committee of the Decision-making Bureau at the bottom of the ranking, then it is enough to ensure the peak of the Chen family for decades in the future.

Decades.

Can you live that long?

Lin Xiaocao smiled self-deprecatingly, and muttered to himself: "The god of war is such a bluffing and glamorous name, how many cents is it worth?"

In the night, a very young man and woman appeared in Lin Xiaocao's field of vision.

Under the pale street lamp, faintly, Lin Xiaocao could only notice that it was a white young man, tall and straight, with blonde hair, and the girl who followed him looked like an Asian girl.

The two had a clear goal and went straight to the unit building where Lin Shuimo was.

Lin Xiaocao's eyes were cold, and he jumped off the horizontal bar.

In martial arts novels, the so-called look at the footsteps of the person can know the depth of the opponent's martial arts is pure blindness, but in the eyes of a real master, looking at a person's walking form, you can indeed see a lot of interesting things.

Normal people walk, purely walking.

And the master walks, every step, is a posture of defense and readiness to attack at any time.

Just like Lin Xiaocao, every movement fully adjusts the muscles and joints of the body, and maintains the best physical action state at any time, without the slightest deliberateness, after so many years, it has already become an instinct.

Lin Xiaocao was like this, and so was the man and woman who were about to walk to the entrance of the unit.

Although the movements of the two are not as natural as Lin Xiaocao's, they are definitely rare masters.

It's kind of interesting.

Lin Xiaocao sneered, these two people combined, they should be able to play a warm-up with themselves.

As soon as his body moved, the Asian girl over there had already inadvertently seen him.

The girl's movements stopped suddenly, and she seemed to observe Lin Xiaocao carefully, then pulled the clothes of the white man beside her, pointed at Lin Xiaocao, and said softly: "Senior brother, there are people." ”

The white young man was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and happened to look at Lin Xiaocao, who had a gloomy and playful look.

In the night, the white young man's heart jerked, he subconsciously turned his head, and the direction of the whole person changed slightly, and he walked towards Lin Xiaocao with his companions.

Lin Xiaocao stopped, standing in place, expressionless.

"Is it Lin Xiaocao?"

The two of them quickened their pace slightly, and when they came to Lin Xiaocao and stopped, the white young man smiled brightly, but he spoke fluent and standard Chinese.

The two sides are separated by a distance of about 70 centimeters, and they are not estranged or too close.

"It's me. ”

Lin Xiaocao nodded slightly, glanced at the girl beside the young man, and raised her eyebrows in some surprise.

A mixed-race girl who is about ten years old, tall and full, her beautiful face has faded most of her youth, her black hair is slightly curled, and her blue charming eyes are staring at Lin Xiaocao without blinking.

"His Highness the God of War?"

The white young man took a deep breath, his emotions were obviously a little excited, and his tone trembled slightly.

"I'm Lin Xuanyuan. ”

Lin Xiaocao hesitated and said lightly.

"His Highness the God of War!"

Although there was already a guess in their hearts, the couple of men and women who got the exact news were still a little crazy with excitement, like a fanatical star chaser who suddenly met his idol one day, and the mixed-race little beauty next to the white young man almost pounced directly.

Lin Xiaocao ached for a while, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Who are you?"

"Your Highness, my name is Yang Guang, this is my junior sister Yang Yingxue, the sword saint Yang Mo of the killer world, is my master, Yingxue's father. ”

Yang Guang said excitedly, a young man whose temperament was originally very calm, his voice was obviously trembling at this time, he took a deep breath, took a step back, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "I've seen Uncle Shi." ”

Yang Yingxue didn't retreat, but stood in place, looking at Lin Xiaocao with some obsession in her eyes, and muttered, "Uncle Shi, you are so handsome." ”

“”

Lin Xiaocao, who became an uncle for no reason, touched his nose and laughed softly: "This sycophant is good." You're also pretty good, three years ago, you showed me your photos, which are not much different from now, but they are a little more mature than the photos. ”

"It's the truth, okay. ”

Yang Yingxue rolled her eyes.

"Are you okay? Self-cultivation in Sweden is not bad, many top masters in the killer world are mostly trampled by the top newcomers who have emerged in the end, which is very cruel, and it is rare to have a graceful retirement. ”

Lin Xiaocao said softly, the whole person gradually relaxed, he didn't doubt the identity of the other party, first, he had seen the photo before, and the second was that he knew that the God of War and the Sword Saint had a personal relationship, there were few at all, three years after the God of War assassinated the emperor, countless people were looking for him, but there was no news, Lin Xiaocao had few so-called friends in the killer world, and the Sword Saint Yang Mo was one, but there was very little contact in the past three years, so there was no possibility for others to pretend to be the identity of the Sword Saint's daughter to approach him.

"Fortunately, my dad saved a lot of savings and bought a manor in Sweden, uncle, you can be a guest if you have time, my mother's cooking skills are very good. ”

Yang Yingxue said happily, hesitated, took a step forward, stood beside Lin Xiaocao, and saw that he didn't react, and the whole person suddenly relaxed.

"Good. ”

Lin Xiaocao nodded with a smile, looked at the respectful and adoring sunshine in front of him, and said with a smile: "I remember, Yang Guang, known as the Little Sword Saint, ranked sixty-ninth on the killer list, and had an encounter with Jiro Toyoda, who ranked thirty-tenth on the killer list, three years ago, and successfully killed the target protected by the other party, and retreated with his whole body, and became famous in a fight, right?"

"That's right. Uncle Shi has a good memory. ”

Yang Guang became more and more respectful, and honestly stood in front of Lin Xiaocao, who was two years younger than himself, like a child facing his parents.

"Yang Mo asked you to find me? What does he have to say? Is he planning to return to his roots and return to China in the near future? It's a little early, right?"

Lin Xiaocao asked casually and handed Yang Guang a cigarette.

Yang Guang took it with both hands, his palms trembled, put the cigarette on his ear, and said respectfully: "Master just asked me and my sister to come to Uncle Shi to do something, and it's good to do a little favor." ”

"A little favor?"

Lin Xiaocao was noncommittal, and his attitude was vague.

Yang Guang took a deep breath, glanced at Lin Xiaocao, his body that had just straightened bent down again, and bent down deeply, this time, he did not call Uncle Shi, but said respectfully: "If Your Highness does not dislike it, I am willing to be your most loyal servant." ”――

There is one more chapter.

It is estimated that it will be late