overbearing

obliged?

Yang Yuran was suspicious, but then she thought it was true.As the vice president of the company, Qin Muyu must sign for important projects by him or the boss.

Although Qin Muyu has a lot of power, the employees of the company know what kind of medicine is sold in the boss's gourd.Mr. Zhou is trying his best to retain talents and help Zhou Yuanyuan protect the country.

Carefully observing Qin Muyu's deep starry eyes, seeing that there are not many red bloodshot eyes in them, he felt a little relieved and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I'll go and watch the download progress, and then call Vice President Qin."

With Vice President Qin's guidance, it is tantamount to grasping the overall operability of things in advance.

"Go."

With the approval of Vice President Qin, Yang Yuran's sleepiness was swept away, and he ran back to the study on the second floor full of energy.

The download progress bar is like a shy little dancer. Whenever she dances to a critical moment, it always covers the beauty that the audience really wants to see.

With the last 5MB left, the download was uncharacteristically slow, dropping to around 100KB.

Yang Yuran squatted from 4:5 to 10:1, and only downloaded [-]MB.At this speed, she and Qin Muyu will both be late after work is over.

Yang Yuran opened Du Niang to search for ways to speed up the download speed, and the best answer, full of copper smell, came into view: sign up for membership, and sign up for the most expensive member.

With no other choice, I paid 218 yuan as a protection fee after learning from the painful experience.

She usually clicks on the advertisement to get a 10-minute trial version, but this time the file is too big, and the trial opportunity is not enough to support it to complete the download.

The money is in place, the speed has been greatly improved, and the last 2MB download is completed in 4 minutes.

Yang Yuran watched speechlessly, wanting to greet the software operator, but also depressed that he was dead-headed and should have paid the money long ago.

Opening the door, the smell of rice wafted in, and my stomach growled twice in response to the occasion.

She trotted to the front of the stairs, leaned on the handrail, leaned down and shouted: "Vice President Qin, please come up and take a look at the project approval."

"The meal is ready, let's eat first, and we'll go watch together after we finish."

Wearing oven gloves, Qin Muyu took the pizza out of the oven.

The fox-like eyes looked at the golden round food. The big bread was filled with her favorite food, pineapple, ham, fish, and beef. Her unsatisfied stomach growled again and answered for her.

Go downstairs to wash your hands, enter the restaurant, take the juice offered by Qin Muyu, with a sweet mouth.

"Thank you, Vice President Qin. Vice President Qin has worked hard. Sit down, and I'll get the tableware."

Put down the juice and put in the action.Before Qin Muyu turned around, he ran to the kitchen and took out chopsticks and spoons.

He proudly raised the tableware and swung it towards Qin Muyu.

Then he turned back to the dining room, put the tableware of different colors next to the corresponding owner's dishes, and made a gesture of invitation: "Use it slowly."

"Naughty." Qin Muyu raised his hand and gently flicked her forehead.

She giggled, didn't care about rubbing her forehead for show, took a sip of juice, poked up the pizza that Qin Muyu had divided for her with a fork, and devoured it.

After finishing the meal in 20 minutes, the two worked together to clear the table and went to the study on the second floor together.

Yang Yuran took out a chair from the bedroom, put it next to his gaming chair, and warmly invited: "Sit here."

Qin Muyu silently looked at the two chairs side by side, a pink gaming chair and a pink bowknot chair.The study room full of girlish hearts made him, a 185-year-old man, particularly eye-catching.

Sit in the pink butterfly chair according to Yang Yuran's guidance, raise your eyes to look at the screen, and your star eyes move with the cursor on the decompressed file.

After the decompression was complete, Yang Yuran opened the folder and saw five video clips and two documents in it.

"It took a long time for me to download the full display twice. It's strange. How did Tao Feng send it to me immediately?"

She muttered to herself, and operated the mouse to click on the video called "Episode [-]" to play.

"He will first pass it on to his account or colleagues, and then forward the file directly after you have applied through a friend. The file is uploaded to the server early, so it is naturally sent quickly."

The clear voice answered her confusion.

Yang Yuran suddenly realized: "So it is."

The trailer cuts in from a shot of a man standing alone on the edge of a cliff, shot in a distant view.The man standing alone holds a sword in one hand, and the white fox fur jacket makes the wind blow, and he is alone in the world.

"The atmosphere is great, why is there no sound?"

Yang Yuran admired, stretched out his hand to the Sony speaker, turned it to the maximum and still didn't hear anything.

Suddenly, a flute sounded, and the stirring melody seemed to pierce the sky.

Yang Yuran hurriedly turned the sound back to normal volume, and at the same time Qin Muyu paused the video playback.

"Watch out here, they've handled it really well."

Holding the mouse with long fingers, he pulled the progress bar back for half a minute, until Yang Yuran was distracted.

After she put down her hands rubbing her ears, the video restarted.

Yang Yuran focused on the changes in the picture. The shot of the man standing alone lasted for 23 seconds, and the shot slowly moved to the bamboo forest behind him.

The bamboo swayed with the wind, setting off layers of green waves, and there was still no sound in this scene.

Three bamboo leaves fell, the flute sounded a tune, and a group of men in black hiding in the forest rushed out and surrounded the man.The camera quickly moved to the jade pendant on the man's waist, taking a close-up of it, and the sound of the flute became intense.

"General Lin, you shouldn't have stolen the Ssangyong Jade Pendant, which represents the royal lineage, and handed it over to spare your life."

The leader of the assassins uttered a threat in a cold voice.

The man turned around slowly, looked at the pursuers indifferently, calmly took off the jade pendant from his waist, and threw it towards the cliff behind.

The face of the assassin leader changed drastically, and he waved his hand at the lieutenant general.The deputy general rushed forward with his men, trying his best to catch the jade pendant.

But they failed to get close to the edge of the cliff, and they all let out a cry of pain, and died under the man's sword.

The man rushed forward, and the cold sword was unsheathed without falling.The man turned into Yama in hell, displaying the essence of swordsmanship to the extreme with one swing and one stab, taking human life invisible.

After beheading all the assassin's henchmen, the man raised his blood-soaked right arm and pointed his sword at the assassin's leader's neck.

He said in a deep voice, "I won't kill you today, but I will leave you as a dog for 15 years. You are a perfidious thief who betrayed the right minister to build the village for wealth. You who cherish your life so much should know how to do business for the dog emperor when you go back."

There was no trace of fear in the eyes of the assassin leader. He arched his hands and bowed to the sky, and said respectfully: "General Lin, you have assisted the Holy One for more than ten years, and you have already realized that the Holy Majesty has murderous intentions towards the left. I just follow the sacred heart. Your life has long been sold to the Holy Spirit, it's just that you didn't see the situation clearly."

"Oh, okay, I will try your loyalty for the dog emperor."

The sword was forced forward a point, and blood beads rolled from the blade.

The head of the assassin's eyes widened in shock, and his voice trembled faintly, "General Lin, if you kill me today, the crying little milk baby in the farmer's house at the foot of Wutai Mountain may die tomorrow."

"Aren't you afraid of death?" The man asked mockingly.

"Hahaha, whether I'm afraid or not is irrelevant to you and the Holy Majesty. If I exchanged my humble life for the noble life of the Ninth Prince, it would be worth it. I let you go today, and I will also die when I go back. It's better to die here." Here is a name of loyalty to the Lord."

The assassin leader looked up to the sky and laughed. During the laugh, two new scars were scratched on his neck by the sword, as if he really put life and death aside.

The man turned his sword sharply, cut off his right arm resolutely, and walked towards the cliff where the jade pendant fell without hesitation, and jumped down.

The screen changed to ten years later.

Under the small peach tree, the young man and the pretty girl are practicing swords together.The little girl always slowed down a bit, waiting for the young man to catch up with her rhythm.

"Brother Chess, you are so stupid. If you make a wrong move again, I will tell Master about you peeking at the Art of War book, and he will punish you."

"Don't do it, I just study hard."

The boy imitated anxiously, and his movements were even clumsy, which made the little girl laugh non-stop.

"Hehehe, you don't have the talent to learn martial arts at all. Master must be confused, he actually said that you have the most powerful posture of Tianqi. Let me see, your ability of photographic memory is even more powerful. You It's time to memorize stereotyped essays more and get a good name in the exam, so that Master and I can enjoy the blessings with you."

"Xiu Niang, don't talk nonsense, go into the house and get punished."

The old man's angry shout came from the bamboo house.

Xiu Niang stuck out her tongue at the boy, covered her mouth with her hand, and whispered, "Oh, Master's ears are deaf for a while, and then he is very sensitive again."

The young girl left a playful joke, and flew into the bamboo house through the window with lightness like a butterfly.

Clap, the ruler fell, and the girl did not cry out in pain, but the boy's eyes were stained red.

In the middle of the night, the young man sneaked into the kitchen with cold porridge.

Waking up the scarred Xiu Niang with her hand, she said with pity: "You haven't had a drop of water all day, so drink some."

Xiu Niang didn't pick up the porcelain bowl, so she pricked up her ears and listened quietly for a while, as if she was trying to determine something.

The young man passed the bowl forward and comforted him: "I squatted at the door of the master's house and watched for a stick of incense. I will come over when the old man falls asleep. You can drink it at ease."

"Okay, thank you Chess Brother."

Xiu Niang lifted the bowl with her bruised hands, and just as she brought it to her mouth, two stones passed through the paper window and smashed the porcelain bowl.

The embroidered mother and the young man felt as if they were mourning their concubine, their small bodies trembled involuntarily.

"Aqi, go back to the house and go to sleep."

The old command cannot be questioned.

The young man made a gesture of 'sorry' to the embroidered lady, obediently obeyed, and left the kitchen.

As soon as the boy lying on the bed closed his eyes, the happy smile of Xiu Niang and the days when they were together day and night appeared in his mind.

But the girl who always accompanied him and protected him was suffering alone, and he couldn't continue to be cowardly.

Get up and rush to the kitchen to pull up the embroidered lady, hold her slender wrist tightly, and bring the struggling person to the master's room.

He lit the candle, knelt by the bed, and begged for his mother: "Master, you don't let me read the art of war book, I just don't want to read it. I will burn all the art of war books today, I just hope you don't read them again." Because of me, Xiu Niang was punished."

The old man was as haggard as wood, with one arm missing, like a thin soldering iron, lying flat on the bed, motionless.If it weren't for his white hair growing every year, he would really be dead.

"As I said, the weak have no right to decide their own destiny. You can't even control your own destiny, and you still come to intercede for others, it's too self-control."

Every time the old voice said a word, the boy's hand holding the girl would twitch slightly uncontrollably, stemming from instinctive fear.

Even so, the boy never let go of the bond between the two of them.

"You also said that on the day I defeat you, I can take Xiuniang out of this valley. I wonder if it still counts?"

The boy used all his courage to ask timidly.

"Counting."

The two-word answer became the motivation to spur the young man, and he practiced hard day and night.

Time flies, five years later, the young man has grown into a handsome man, and the embroidered lady has also turned out to be beautiful.

The young man defeated Xiu Niang with a few tricks, and put a beautiful sword flower into its sheath.

Xiu Niang held the boy's extended hand, got up from the ground, stared at the boy with admiration, and boasted: "Brother Chess, you are so powerful. Master is right, you are the posture of Tian Qi, and Xiu Niang has already I can't beat you."

"I've taught you before, as long as you memorize the book of moves backwards. Before each use, draw out the winning combo, and you can successfully defeat the enemy."

The boy answered with ease.

Xiu Niang bit her lip, and said in embarrassment: "I have tried, but I can't do it. I have to practice every move and style hard, so that my body can generate memory, so that I can see the moves when facing the enemy."

"It's okay, I'll protect you in the future."

The young man helped the embroiderer to tidy up the messed up hair, and promised: "When I win tomorrow, I will never die, and I will take you out of the valley. I heard that the outside world is very prosperous. After we go out, I will earn a lot of money with all my skills." I'll buy you a beautiful hairpin for your silver."

"Okay, I'll go cook for you and Master first."

The embroiderer patted the dirt on the cloth skirt, turned and walked to the kitchen.

"Don't call him master, don't you hate him for torturing you like that since you were a child?" The young man's question was full of resentment.

Xiu Niang stopped, shook her head, and replied firmly: "I don't hate him, I was an orphan, thanks to Master who rescued me from the wolf's mouth. My life was given by him, and I am willing to obey all his arrangements."

"Pedantism!"

The young man raised his sword and shattered the stone table next to him, and went back to the house with a flick of his sleeves.

The sun sets and rises again, and it's the day when the young man proves his strength, but the old man misses the appointment.

The young man and the embroidered lady searched all over the small courtyard in the bamboo forest, but they couldn't find the old man.

I only saw a letter on the table, in which was scrawled: [If you don’t practice Tianxuan Kung Fu to the ninth level, you can’t leave the bottom of the valley. 】

The young man tore up the letter and cursed angrily: "Old man, if you have the ability, don't hide, come and fight me!"

Xiu Niang hugged the boy's arms in a panic, and stopped her softly: "Brother Chess, don't speak unscrupulously. Let Master listen, he will give you more training."

"I'm not talking nonsense. There is no one in this world who can cultivate to the ninth level of Tianxuan Kungfu. The old man and I are both on the eighth level. He has already shown his defeat in the last fight with me. He is afraid, afraid that my martial arts skills will exceed He is afraid that after we leave, there will be no one to serve him."

The boy rushed out of the bamboo house, stood in the courtyard and shouted loudly: "Old man, come out!"

The childish shouts of long-accumulated anger echoed in the valley over and over again, the boy shouted until his voice became hoarse, but still no one responded.

"Do you think that if you don't fight, you can trap us here forever? It's wishful thinking! You set up a strange armor in the bamboo forest, and I have already found out the way to break it."

The young man entered the house, picked up the person he cared about, and walked out of the bamboo courtyard resolutely.

Just when the young man broke through the 38 layers of Qimen Dunjia mechanism with amazing talent, the sound of fierce fighting came from the top of the mountain.

"It's Master. His old man was besieged by many men in black. Those people are good or bad. They actually planted hidden weapons to attract Master. Brother Chess, let's go help Master."

As soon as Xiu Niang took a step, the young man dragged her whole body back to her side.

There was a look of gloating on the boy's face: "Don't go, it would be better if he died."

The first episode ended here, and Yang Yuran was fascinated by watching it unknowingly, and worried about the fate of the old man.