No, No, He Is the Leader of the Alliance

The full text does not cost more than two yuan, please support the genuine orz (Small revision in progress...) The optimist's super cute little sun shou × the gentle and sinister one-year attack Chen Fei also lost his memory. I just remember that I am going to the martial arts conference. Looking at the priceless jade pendant around his waist and the bones of a top master, he realized that he was the chosen one, and he would definitely ascend to the throne of alliance leader. Along the way, he would say to everyone he met: "I, the future leader of the martial arts alliance, give money." The beggar threw the coin to him with a pitiful look, and the knight rolled his eyes angrily. Only the seriously injured handsome guy picked up on the road believed it, and was willing to be his follower and bodyguard, doing laundry, cooking, fighting, and healing. Chen Fei was also moved: "Don't worry, when I dominate the world, you will be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people!" Yingzhao chuckled: "Okay." Chen Fei also has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. Today he smokes the watchdogs of other people's villas with powder, and tomorrow he uses laxatives to numb a group of bandits. Every time he gets into trouble, he shrinks behind Yingzhao, sticks half of his head out and shouts: "Get on!" Yingzhao really went up to him, fighting one against a hundred. After the fight, he turned around and asked him: "Have you relieved yourself?" Chen Fei was even more convinced: Look, this is the personality charm of the future alliance leader! From then on, Chen Fei happily began to enjoy Yingzhao's "lead development" service. When he was hungry, Yingzhao would pull out the elbows like magic; when he was tired from walking, Yingzhao would bring him a big snow-white horse; if he was afraid of the cold at night, Yingzhao would lie down in bed to warm him up. Chen Fei also gradually felt that there was nothing wrong with living like this. Until the day before the martial arts competition, his omnipotent follower ran away. * Small Theater On the wedding night, the snow waves rolled and the candle shadows flickered red. Chen Feiye's cheeks turned red and he bit Yingzhao's shoulder. His waist was so weak that he could hardly sit still: "You... Big liar..." Yingzhao pressed her palm against his lower back and rubbed it gently, her hoarse voice revealed a beguiling tenderness: "It's not, it's not, how can it be a lie?" He kissed the lips that escaped from the gasp, smiling lovingly and innocently. "Back then you promised me to be 'under one person', but now..." "Am I not 'under' the leader?" *Light martial arts *High demand but good at fun × no bottom line pampering and gentleness in the new year *Short stories about cookies, focusing on daily life, no bitterness, great hatred, bugs everywhere, don't go into details *1v1, double clean, HE ——Publish a pre-recorded version of "After Becoming a Sick Enemy"—— *1v1 Two strong men and two clean men, reunited after a broken mirror, hate the sea and love the sky, the old enemy is the wife literature The most beautiful and powerful woman in the world is suffering from illness and anger. In order to take revenge, she can do such things as calling her master to her old enemy, but in fact, she is not very smart. Everyone knows that Ruo Qichi, the master of Lian Yuan Sword, killed a demon with his sword a hundred years ago in exchange for peace in the world, but also in exchange for a body full of lingering diseases. Everyone said that he eliminated demons and defended the Tao, and his merits were immeasurable. However, a hundred years are enough for the legend to fade and for the hero to become a distant and vague rumor. The new generation of geniuses feared him, but they also subconsciously stayed away from the lingering smell of medicine and death. If the sword master cannot protect himself, how can he teach his disciples? So on the day when the Jingtian Realm was reopened, even though there were many talents gathered among the geniuses, there was only one young man with mediocre qualifications who was willing to worship in the Lingtian Realm. The man in the seat was suffering from illness and bones, and his eyes, which were once as clear as cold stars, were covered with a lingering mist. "I am not a good teacher, and I have no future in Lian Yuan. Have you... Thought clearly?" —— The Demon Lord Wu Yan crawled back to the world from the abyss, only to find that his power was incomplete and the most important ray of essence in his origin was missing. Without it, the power that used to turn over clouds and rain would be nothing but fluttering embers. The only person in the world who may know the whereabouts of the spirit is the Lianyuan Sword Master who fought with him until the sky fell apart and "killed" him with his own hands. Then he heard about it. The most magnificent man in the world with unparalleled swordsmanship turned into a sick and dying man. So he concealed his appearance and demonic aura, and became a disciple of this old enemy who seemed to be defeated by the wind. Wu Yan just wants to find the missing strand of his soul, get back his strength, and then—— What then? He hasn't thought about it yet. Perhaps, this lofty yet fragile sword master should be allowed to experience the feeling of falling. Intention: Face everything with optimism