Chapter 92

A bad habit of jerking to the sky, chicory, is cutting outlines.

Before formally writing the essay, he would first plant a small seed in the essay and observe the wind direction in the book review area, so as to decide the choice of plot in the outline.

For example, Shen Qingqiu, who was ranked more than 10,000 times for "the slut doesn't explain it", is a tragic product of cutting the outline.

Oh, and Brother Bing's father, who chopped even harder and didn't appear.

The advantage of this is to serve readers, at least to ensure that they will not fall to their death in the pool by subscribing.

The downside is that the foreshadowing that was originally laid is void, full of loopholes and pits, and readers who have a little pursuit, a little taste, and are not very good at being fooled will yell at them.

It is often very depressing to fly to the sky. Because he actually doesn't like to always write crazy slaps in the face, especially the faces of a group of villains whose IQ is below the pass line. Occasionally, he also wants to create a three-dimensional villain and multi-faceted cannon fodder, expressing that he also has a basic research on human nature and a little pursuit of literary ideals.

But readers don't buy it.

So compared with readers, human nature and literary ideals are considered a p ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Closer to home. It is precisely because of this bad habit that many of the original details are lost and stillborn. for example……

When did Mo Beijun catch Shang Qinghua!

Of course, the text didn't mention it. The main line of the text is that Brother Bing's domineering side leaks and kills the Quartet, who cares how you can become a spy.

And the loss of this part will be automatically filled by this world. As a result, Airplane Chicory completely lost his prophetic advantage as a writer, so when the plot really started, he actually entered the state several beats late!

Senior Brother X drew out his sword (which he had never had the chance to draw once in eight hundred years as a disciple of An Ding Peak), and shouted with vigour, "How dare you dare!"

All the brothers and sisters were excited and drew their swords along with them: "How dare you show yourselves in front of the disciples of the Cang Qiong Mountain School..."

Mo Beijun was obviously in a very bad mood. He didn't even finish the speech that should be given to cannon fodder, his knuckles rattled, ice arrows swept like the wind, and people's heads fell.

Shang Qinghua screamed and roared in his heart: How scary! But so handsome! Really handsome! ! !

But no matter how handsome he is, if he is destined to be killed in the future, Shang Qinghua will not do it!

Suddenly, Senior Brother X gave him a push on his shoulder: "Let's go soon!"

Shang Qinghua's heart was like fried in oil, but his mind was sober, his hands and feet were sticking to the car like chewing gum: "What are you going to do?"

Senior Brother X: "Destroy the devil and guard the way, and act the way for the heavens!"

Why don't you go first?

Shang Qinghua said, "Senior brother, please!"

Senior Brother X was furious: "If you want to go, you can go, there is so much nonsense!" Together with the others, they kicked Shang Qinghua repeatedly. What Shang Qinghua didn't know was that this group of outside disciples asked him to hold Mo Beijun to buy them time to escape. He was extremely firm, firmly occupying a base area and remained unmoved, crying like a complaint: "Don't. Ah, brother! Classmates for several years, you have the heart to let me be cannon fodder at this time!"

Senior Brother X said, "What cannon fodder. If you take down this demon monster, you will definitely make a great contribution, and from then on, it will be the only way out for us outside disciples, right in front of you."

Shang Qinghua felt that he could no longer hold the car body, and said heartily: "I went. I really went!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was stripped from the car alive, thrown to the ground, and blocked in front of Mobei-Jun's feet.

The sword is still half in its sheath, and haven't decided whether to pull it out or not.

Mo Beijun sneered, his eyes flashed with cold blue. It was too late, but it was too soon, Shang Qinghua thumped and hugged his thigh.

Brothers: "=mouth="

Mo Beijun: "=="

Shang Qinghua: "Your Majesty, please let me follow you for the rest of your life!"

Mo Beijun wanted to kick him away, but Shang Qinghua's adhesion was too strong. It was even more difficult to kill him with one palm. He was like a gecko swimming against a wall, crawling around nimbly, and sticking firmly to people's thighs.

Can't help but get angry.

When the disciples from the outer sect of Anding Peak saw that he had this stunt next to him, they were overjoyed and threw off the truck and ran away.

Shang Qinghua just yelled in his heart, but within three seconds, he heard screams in front of him.

Countless slender ice strings as white as silver threads pierced through his chest, and blood splattered everywhere.

Upon seeing this, Shang Qinghua immediately hugged Mo Beijun's thigh. Began to ramble: "Your Majesty, please accept me. I'm very useful!"

Mo Beijun's body seemed to be tilted, and he said, "Oh? What's the use of you?"

"I will bring tea, water, laundry and quilts... No." Shang Qinghua gave him a thoughtful analysis: "Look, Your Majesty, I can act as an undercover agent for you in the Cang Qiong Mountain faction, pass on information, and achieve the feat of the demons uniting the human world. ."

Mobei-jun hehe.

"Outer sect disciple, and an outer sect disciple of Anding Peak, when you are an undercover agent, what year and month will you be able to achieve the feat of the demons uniting the human world?"

Shang Qinghua said embarrassingly: "The peaks discriminate against each other, so that's not good."

Speaking of which, why even the demons discriminate against their lineage... and the discrimination against the concept of "An Ding Peak" even exceeds the discrimination against "outside disciples"... I'm not reconciled, I'm really not reconciled!

While weeping bitterly, entangled, and dying, Mobei-Jun fell without warning.

Shang Qinghua was still hugging his thigh, when Mobei-Jun fell, he was almost pinned down and quickly let go. He squatted for a while, and suddenly reacted:

Did Mo Beijun come with an injury?

No wonder his face is so stinky, so angry, and so easy to push!

Did you happen to be stabbed in the wound by your own hand?

Sometimes being cheap is also an advantage!

Shang Qinghua cautiously moved over and examined it carefully.

Sure enough, Mobei-Jun's back waist is probably where his right kidney is, and there is a fine wound that is a knuckle long. From the middle of the wound, a sharp golden corner was broken, and it was vaguely seen that it was made of gold wire, with complicated craftsmanship, and it was the shape of the edge of the petal.

So coquettish, it is the Linghua Dart of the Huanhua Palace, that's right!

This kind of weapon is made by the author's plane chicory. The body of the dart is thin and thin, and it is coated with a little anesthetic. Move too hard, and the dart body will "bloom" gorgeously, growing six sharp petals, cutting the internal organs of the target. Does it sound familiar? It seems to be set up to collide with some kind of demonic creature, right? It doesn't matter, it's easy to handle. This can be explained as the Linghua Dart was designed by a certain Huanhua Palace senior who escaped from the devil's death based on the alien creature called "Qingsi". In short, don't pay attention to such details!

The voice-over ended and forced back to the topic.

In other words, this big devil who is very likely to kill himself with one palm in the future has not only been stabbed by the Huan Hua Gong in the kidney, but has also been moderately anesthetized.

It seems that Jun Mobei just came out of the encirclement of Huanhua Palace. The demons are very vengeful, and it just happened that the Huanhua Palace had the most casualties during the encirclement and suppression of the Xianmeng Conference, and his setting could just match it...

Shang Qinghua was muttering in his heart, and his face was hey hey, he searched on the ground for a long time, and found a stone half the size of his head, which was quite heavy.

1, 2, 3, smashed Mo Beijun on the head with his eyes closed.

The system does not have warning prompts and blocking sounds.

Shang Qinghua felt relieved.

There was no warning, it just said: You can kill!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, God's will is like this, don't blame me." Shang Qinghua prayed insincerely, and his hands fell to the ground!

——She was born in front of Mobei-Jun's perfect nose bridge and stopped the car.

For him, Mobeijun has extraordinary meaning.

It can be said that Mobeijun is the type of man that Chicory dreams of becoming. Powerful, cool, and going his own way, just like every child dreams of being an Ultraman in childhood.

How could he just watch him kill Ultraman himself! ! !

Shang Qinghua sighed for a while.

After sighing, thought shamelessly, don't just watch it.

So he turned his head and held the stone high.

——No, it still can’t be done.

With a plop, Shang Qinghua threw away the cumbersome weapon, his eyes were bright, and his whole body was about to fall on Mo Beijun.

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 him in his heart. The configuration of Chicory for the protagonist is just 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 Mobei-Jun 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 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 (after he came here), he faced 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 from the small cart. Looking 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.

As Shang Qinghua comforted himself like this, he babbled as he pushed the 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, and he does not have 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. Of course, there is only one bed in the room.

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

Of course for himself!

Shang Qinghua stood upright on the bed for a while, stretched his muscles and bones, then got up again and carried Mo Beijun onto the bed.

Just kidding, originally Mo Beijun was in a bad mood when he was injured. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the ground or in a chair, and he would 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 plugged the kidney where Mobei-jun had a hole. He felt that it 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 Inner Ideal, Shang Qinghua slept on the outside of the bed with his hands on his head.

The summer night was sultry, 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 kicked to the ground by someone as his butt.

Shang Qinghua was almost intimidated by this kick.

Crawling and crawling, he got under the table in shock, 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 his lines, and with a strong voice, 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. He 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?"

"...Sweet 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 took a closer look at Lord Mobei's face and neck, there was no strange water light, and he couldn't help but 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 human."

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

Shang Qinghua didn't dare to move immediately, he hugged the wooden leg pitifully, and clung to the table like a hamster.

"What's your purpose?"

Shang Qinghua said cheekily, "There is no purpose, I just want to follow you all my life."

Mo Beijun just pretended not to hear: "You are an outer disciple of Anding Peak."

Shang Qinghua now always feels that people's emphasis on the word "An Dingfeng" carries a discriminatory meaning, for fear that he thinks that he is useless and immediately destroys him, so he gets out of his head: "Your Majesty, listen to me, I am still young, There is a chance to rise..."

"Go in!"

Shang Qinghua hurriedly returned to the safety zone.

When Mobei-Jun was satisfied with this distance, he said, "You help me because of the 'opportunity to rise'?"

Sure enough, he was arrogant and arrogant. Instead of saying "rescue", which is a weaker verb, he replaced it with a word with auxiliary meaning, "help".

Shang Qinghua didn't know how to answer.

"no"? Confidence is less than 3%. "Yes"? Mo Beijun is more contemptuous of that kind of villain who has no character, which is why the original book kills the original Shang Qinghua not softly, because from the beginning, he did not intend to let this guy live. Why do you have to say it out in a hurry to drop your favorability?

Fortunately, Mo Beijun had already come to a conclusion in his heart, Shang Qinghua had already been stamped with a "greedy for life and fear of death, but he must betray the master's door", and he didn't need his answer, so he snorted and lay down again. Down.

Shang Qinghua waited for a while, but made no further action.

Is this...a temporary acceptance of his surrender?

However, it also shows that Mobei-Jun's kidney injury is more serious than he imagined, otherwise I'm afraid it won't be so easy to give up.

In the end, Shang Qinghua still didn't dare to step forward rashly, nesting under the table and making do with it all night.

After waking up in the middle of the night, Shang Qinghua officially started his busy day as a bull and a horse.

In the morning alone, Shang Qinghua worked tirelessly to run up and down more than twenty times, and changed the water in the tub seven or eight times.

These waters are for Mobei-Jun to heal his wounds, and it is more convenient to soak the ice technique in the water. It can't be soaked for half an hour, and a good bucket of water can be soaked into ice slag.

Shang Qinghua huddled in the corner, watching Mo Beijun take off his clothes while nibbling on the dry food he brought with him.

Looking at him, he suddenly found that Mo Beijun couldn't take it off, staring at him not very happy.

Shang Qinghua chewed it twice, and hurriedly took a few more bites to prevent Mo Beijun from suddenly asking him to hand over the dry food.

Mo Beijun: "Are you free?"

Shang Qinghua hurriedly said, "It's not salty, this is sweet."

Before he had time to take a few more bites, a few black shadows swooped down on their faces.

So Shang Qinghua had no time to spare, and he also had to wash the clothes for his newly recognized master.

Yes, the little prince of the demon race came out wearing such a suit, and it was full of holes, blood and sweat. Can he still wear it? Of course, it needs to be repaired, washed, washed and dried.

The world of Low Magic Immortals is such an unromantic, bleak and evil realism! Shang Qinghua swears that if there is still a chance to change back to flying to the sky, he will write a high-level magic fantasy flow, the kind that can be swallowed by the brain and the science will be eaten by dogs. All the strength will be solved by hooking the little finger, and there is no need for a sad existence like An Dingfeng!

He thoughtfully mended the small hole in Mobei Jun's kidney, screwed it clean and hung it in the house. Shang Qinghua felt that his performance was good enough that day, and wanted to climb onto the bed with a shy face. Repeated, kicked again.

He sat on the ground with tears in his eyes: "Your Majesty, you won't let me lie in bed. What if you get cold, thirsty, hungry, and want to turn over at night...what should you do?"

Mobei Jundao: "It's easy to handle."

A rope, one end is tied to Mo Beijun's finger, and the other end is tied to Shang Qinghua...

on your finger?

How can there be such a good thing, it's just on the neck.

Shang Qinghua was lying on the ground with a corpse, thinking that this person is not as good as a dog... The only self-consolation I can think of is that Mo Beijun is not a pervert, and the other end is not tied to [beep——], that is inhumane hoot.

This kind of hardships and hardships have only passed for four days, but Shang Qinghua really lived like a year. Nightmares continued even into the night.

In the middle of the night, Shang Qinghua slept soundly and dreamed again.

This time he dreamed that he was still in the real world, crying in front of the computer, next to a ferocious burly man who was beating him in the face with a thorny cucumber, and roaring while beating: "What you wrote It's all rubbish!"

Xiangtian scrambled to avoid the cucumber and tried his best to defend, "I haven't written a word for a long time! Brother Peerless Cucumber, don't do this!"

Peerless Cucumber: "Then don't hurry up and update it!" As he said, a rope was wrapped around his neck.

In all the pain, Shang Qinghua struggled to wake up, his neck still tensing. Looking over, Mo Beijun was lying on the bed, pulling the rope tied to his hand with high frequency.

Shang Qinghua said feebly, "Your Majesty, what do you want?"

After asking twice, I realized that Mobei-Jun wasn't deliberately messing with people. He was completely unconscious, tossing and turning uncomfortably. I felt sorry for Shang Qinghua, who was being pulled by the neck. He caught him so twice, and his eyes were almost squeezed out.

Mo Beijun frowned, still rolling restlessly.

Shang Qinghua tiptoed to the front of the bed, and saw the sweat dripping from his clean forehead and the slightly warm clothes.

Mo Beijun seemed to have only a small wound and it was no big deal, but in fact the situation was a bit serious, but he insisted on not talking about it. In addition, the ice magic family hates hot weather. It is midsummer, and the wound may be showing an inflammation-like lesion.

The kidneys are getting better so slowly, do you need some Shenbao to strengthen them!

Shang Qinghua went out resignedly, not afraid of knocking on the door in the middle of the night to be annoying, so he asked for two palm fans, came back one left and one right, and played with the old fan.

Yawning and yawning while fanning, his eyes almost blurred, half-dreaming and half-awake, as if seeing Mo Beijun's eyes open, the ice-blue pupils are bright and cold in the moonlight, like a pair of magnificent and treacherous cat eye.

This is really scary. Shang Qinghua was shocked, his eyes widened, and after a closer look, it was clearly closed.

When woke up, found that something was wrong.

He actually fell asleep on the bed.

It's dangerous and dangerous. Fortunately, Mo Beijun hasn't woken up yet. When he wakes up, he can't kick his brains away!

Shang Qinghua hurriedly jumped out of bed and lay down on his own floor.

After a while, Mo Beijun sat up.

Shang Qinghua was in awe, it was just a little bit, and if he woke up later, he would be splattered with blood on the spot.

The next day, with the approval of the Great King of Mobei, he was finally able to see the sun again, and went out for a walk.

In fact, he was hugging Mo Beijun's thigh and crying: "Your Majesty, I've run out of dry food. If I don't get home, it's not like you can eat if you want to eat if you don't want to. If you don't let me go to the street to buy dry food, I'll starve to death. Watch out for corpses that stink of you in this room..."

The shop on the corner asked for a bowl of gruel. The porridge was as clear as water, and he bowed his head to see his own shadow.

He was in a miserable and miserable time, when he suddenly heard someone calling him Junior Brother from behind.

When he turned around, he saw that there were four or five young children with fluttering sleeves and immortal spirits, carrying long swords, and solemnly walking towards him.

The same sect, the same sect of the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect!

Yes, seven days have passed, and the organization sent someone to look for him!

With tears in his eyes, Shang Qinghua ran out tremblingly and stretched out his hand: "Senior Brother! Senior Brother Wei!"

The young man at the head was very different from the others, with two sabres hanging from his waist, one long and one short, and his sleeves as full as a breeze. It was Senior Brother Wei Qingwei of Wanjianfeng, who greeted him with a moving expression: "Junior Brother X, you... What's wrong with you? We haven't seen you for a few days, why have you completely changed your appearance, and you are no longer in human form!"

"..."

Shang Qinghua said embarrassingly, "That's probably because I'm not Senior Brother X."

Now he just doesn't eat well and loses weight. What does he mean by not being human? Besides, Senior Brother Wei, I have wiped every sword on the Wanjianfeng Sword Test Platform more than three times. You also asked me to clean your room and cook your meals. You forgot your face so quickly!

Wei Qingwei smiled and said, "Just kidding. Junior Brother Shang, why are you alone? What about the others? Why didn't you return after the delay? What happened?"

"Uh other people...other people..."

The confrontation was too sudden, Shang Qinghua couldn't make up a seamless story for a while, so he had to shake his body twice with a pale face, and fell to the ground with a thud.

When he was pretending to be dead, he felt Wei Qingwei squat down and poked him in the face. Several others said: "Senior brother, he fainted, what should I do?"

Wei Qingwei said while poking: "What can I do, let's go back first."

Dome Peak.

Rows of corpses lay outside the hall. The disciples from the outer sect of Anding Peak who went down the mountain to pick up the goods that day, except Shang Qinghua, were not bad, and they all lay here.

Shang Qinghua knelt in front of the corpse, tears streaming down his face.

There is no way, this world of cultivation is not easy to get along with, like his innate condition is so bad, it is really not good that the lacrimal glands are not developed.

After the peak masters finished their questions, the atmosphere was solemn, and they went into the hall to discuss.

Suddenly, heard the sound of the ring of swords colliding with each other, and a young man in the school uniform of Qingjing Peak slowly approached.

This young man has fair complexion, slender eyebrows and eyes, light lips, and a slightly mean look. Black hair and cyan streamers were scattered behind his shoulders, holding a long sword in his arms. It was that mean-spirited ghost, a strange flower on Qingjing Peak, and one of the leading scumbag villains in "The Proud Immortal Demon Way"—Shen Qingqiu.

After Shen Qingqiu checked the corpse, he asked casually, "Did the Demon Clan ask you to bring anything or anything?"

Shang Qinghua was stunned: "No?"

Shen Qingqiu raised his chin slightly, so he often looked down. Every time Shang Qinghua talked to him, he felt that he was despising himself, although it didn't matter if he despised him, he was used to it...

Shen Qingqiu said with a half-smile but not a smile: "That's weird. Seven or eight people are all dead. If you didn't have something to bring to us, why would you be left alive?"

Shang Qinghua blinked, "Uh—"

Shen Qingqiu really laughed this time: "Shang—Junior Brother. Why do you have to retreat back to Cang Qiong Mountain?"

The words here must not be taken carelessly.

This fellow Shen Qingqiu is different from those paper cannon fodders with an IQ of 40, and he is definitely not easy to fool. Give him a small report by cheating Ni Duan, the undercover career will end before it starts.

After pretending to be silly and laughing for 30 seconds, Shang Qinghua's forehead light bulb lit up, and he immediately murmured, "This...may be because..."

Because kneeling without hesitation?

Because the king screamed loudly and sincerely?

Because the dignity was abandoned so neatly?

Shen Qingqiu waited patiently, and when he waited, there was a piercing cough.

Shang Qinghua coughed and burst into tears. He took a step back, looking disgusted.

One thing falls another, you see who I call to clean up you!

Sure enough, five seconds later, Yue Qingyuan's voice came from behind: "Junior Brother Qingqiu, there are no rules to follow in the behavior of the demons, and Junior Brother Shang managed to escape the disaster with great difficulty. Even if he has something to ask, it is better to wait for him to relax. Slow down."

Out! The god-level summoned beast good man Yue Qingyuan arrives on the battlefield!

Shang Qinghua silently began to count.

Shen Qingqiu raised his hand and said, "Okay. I don't speak well, so don't say it. Senior Brother Yue, please."

1hit.

Yue Qingyuan said: "The junior brothers from Anding Peak are also helping Qingjing Peak this time, so why should the junior brothers be sympathetic and stingy... Junior Brother Shang, why are you coughing more and more badly? You want me to call Junior Brother Mu of Qiancao Peak here. to see for you?"

Shang Qinghua gratefully shook his head at Yue Qingyuan. Keep counting: 2hit.

Shen Qingqiu sneered: "The twelve peaks each perform their own duties and are good at their own strengths, and An Ding Peak does this in the first place, so why should Senior Brother Yue say that they are so wronged, it seems that only Cang Qiong Mountain's An Ding Peak has something to do. Do you think they scold less behind their backs on weekdays?"

3 hits.

Yue Qingyuan's expression remained patient, and he wanted to speak, but Shen Qingqiu immediately said, "Stop. Brother Xie Yue's teaching, I will listen to it later in Qingqiu. I'm leaving."

!

He knew that when these two people talked together, they would definitely break up with more than 5 sentences.

Shen Qingqiu walked away with Xiu Ya sword in his arms, only then did Yue Qingyuan turn around, "Junior Brother Shang, you are shocked."

Shang Qinghua hurriedly said, "No no no..."

Compared with the exhaustion and exploitation he suffered these days, he was a little shocked, it was nothing at all!

Because of this incident, don't know if the old master of An Ding Peak was to appease Shang Qinghua or what, and promoted him to a formal entry disciple.

Shang Qinghua went all the way, went back to Datong's shop to pack up, and reported to the leisure dwelling on the top floor of Anding Peak.

Yes, you're not mistaken. The disciples of An Dingfeng, who have been busy and rough all their lives, live in a dormitory called "Idle People's Residence". Free ass! Xiangtian swears that he didn't have any sarcasm when he set this name, but now looking at these three words, he deeply felt the malice of this world.

Shang Qinghua found his hut, and with physical and mental exhaustion, insisted on making the bed, turned around and poured a glass of water, when he turned around, someone was already sitting on the bed.

The teacup in his hand fell to the ground very conventionally, his feet were soft, and he sat down on the ground: "...Your Majesty."

Lord Mobei's voice was like ice: "Follow me for the rest of my life, eh?"