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No, no, no, the more look at it, the more think this face is too magical.

Brother Bing's appearance of a fair and clean little handsome man, in fact, he doesn't really like it in his heart. The purpose of giving the protagonist this configuration is to make the hardware facilities of the stallion more complete, and the stallion must be grown scientifically. The protagonist is inevitably sprayed. Brother Bing can be described as three steps, one powder, five steps and one black.

But Mo Beijun is different. The supporting roles are all for love, and Mo Beijun has almost never been hacked.

This character was created entirely according to his liking. As a character favored by the author, Mo Beijun embodies the ideal of homosexuality as a literati.

Don't ask why Luo Binghe doesn't reflect his aesthetics, Luo Binghe's role is mainly to satisfy his desire to pretend to slap in the face [cross out] and [cross out].

Even if it hasn't grown long now, it is completely in line with his sixteen-character mantra of "deep eyes, high nose bridge, full of heroism, and incomparable cold and arrogance".

This is the dreamy handsome man in his heart!

The stone weapon was raised and dropped, dropped and raised. For the first time in Shang Qinghua's life (the life after he came here), he was faced with a difficult life choice.

In the end, Shang Qinghua decided: go open a room!

Go to the inn to open a room... oh no, housing.

There were corpses all over the place, Shang Qinghua hesitated for a while, and emptied the pile of heavy and useless Lao Shizi from Qingjing Peak like dumping garbage from the trolley, and pushed Mobei Jun up, face down, and covered his Zhang looked at his face that he couldn't hold back.

The Cang Qiong Mountain faction is temporarily unable to return. The other side wouldn't be aware of what happened so quickly, because this trip was out, and the predicted itinerary was seven days, and it's only been two days.

Great opportunity. When the little prince of the demon race who was attacked was weak physically and mentally, it was a kind of personal feeling to protect him and never leave him behind.

While Shang Qinghua comforted himself like this, he babbled and pushed the big scooter towards the city.

To open a house, he spent a little private house money that Shang Qinghua had saved over the years.

He is currently just an ordinary outer disciple, without the authority to manage accounts and embezzle public funds. Opening a room is already the limit that his economic level can support. Of course, it is a single room. As a matter of course, there is only one room in the room.

Who this chuáng belongs to is also a matter of course.

Of course for himself!

Shang Qinghua stood up on the bed for a while in a big font, and after stretching his muscles and bones, he got up and hugged Mo Beijun on the bed.

Just kidding, Mo Beijun was in a bad mood when he was injured, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on the ground or in a chair, and he was going to die. Beware of him giving himself a shuttle of ice picks indiscriminately.

I just passed by the drugstore Fashion Tsinghua and bought some xx cream. Although just throw it away according to the life force of the aliens of the demon race, and how many holes poke will slowly grow back, but since decided to hug thighs, must know how to abandon restraint and show sincerity. . He bravely dug a large lump, and broke a dòng kidney block on Mobei-Jun. He felt that the blockage was almost done. Then he turned Mobei-Jun over and put his hands together in the posture of a sleeping beauty, admiring his brain. With the perfect face modeled by the inner ideal, Shang Qinghua slept on the outside of the bed with his hands on his head.

It was a sweltering summer night, and there was no cool breeze with the windows open.

After tossing and turning for half a night, he finally took a nap, and was suddenly kicked to the ground by someone as his butt.

Shang Qinghua was almost intimidated by this kick.

After rolling and crawling, he got under the table in shock. He turned his head and saw that Mo Beijun sat up straight from the bed, and the blue light in his eyes was as bright as if he was overcharged.

Shang Qinghua had already thought about the lines, and he was full of emotion, and he beat his chest and said, "Your Majesty, you are finally awake—"

Mo Beijun was unmoved and looked at him coldly.

Shang Qinghua: "Do you still remember who I am?"

The other party ignored him, and Shang Qinghua didn't feel embarrassed at all, and said to himself: "Well, we met on the road just now. I said that I will follow you for the rest of my life and be your king..."

Mo Beijun interrupted him: "Why are you holding me?"

"...Intimate little padded jacket..." Shang Qinghua was stunned: "What did you say? What happened to me?"

"You hold me."

Suddenly realized, a bolt from the blue.

This ghost day is hot like an oven, but Mobeijun has a cold physique. He slept in a daze, and subconsciously leaned on the cool side. The more he leaned, the more comfortable he became.Blissfully wrapped around her limbs like octopus, she licked her tears.

Shang Qinghua carefully peeked at Jun Mobei's face and neck, there was no strange water light, and he couldn't help Amitabha.

He said cautiously: "You are cold, I am afraid that you are going to die, so I am holding you."

When Mo Beijun heard the words, he sneered: "Idiot. I am born like this, the colder my body, the better. I am not a human being."

Shang Qinghua has been observing his words and expressions. Seeing that his expression was loose, he immediately smiled brightly and was about to get out from under the table when Mo Beijun suddenly resumed his icy voice: "You dare to try again."