Chapter 95: Extra Story 6 (Postscript)

After the guards of the underground ice castle were sent back, there was no demon. Mo Beijun must have thought that he was "rolling" honestly, and he would not have expected him to turn back, because Shang Qinghua had not been discovered when he returned to the corridor in front of the bedroom. He stopped there, swam up the roof beam along the huge pillar that the three of them hugged, and sat down in a position that would never be seen.

However, although this position is indeed not seen by others, it cannot be seen by others either!

Mo Beijun's indifferent voice sounded, as if he was still forcibly suppressing his anger.

He said, "What are you doing here?"

An unfamiliar young man's voice said with a smile: "My nephew succeeds, I'm here to ask for a wedding drink, what's wrong with me?"

Mo Beijun didn't answer, he snorted and said after a while, "Is there a good wine to drink?"

Another voice said again: "After these seven days, you are the real Mobei Jun. Isn't this worthy of congratulations?"

Shang Qinghua knows who this is, and which part of the original story has been delayed until now after being disturbed.

It's dying. Mobeijun is in a bad situation.

This uninvited guest here is Mobeijun's little uncle, Shuguangjun!

And lying in the bedroom must be the corpse of Mo Beijun's father, whom he probably hadn't seen many times since he was born.

According to what he set, after the death of each generation of monarchs of the Mobei clan, 70% of the meritorious body will be passed on to the next generation of heirs. This moment is extremely critical. In the plot of his original work, Shuguangjun was looking at this juncture, and launched a sneak attack on the last day when Mobeijun was at a critical juncture in his digestion. Because the original legal first-in-line heir is Mobei Jun, Shuguangjun is not qualified to inherit the power, and it is useless to grab it hard. If it is illegal, it is illegal, and the ancestors will not admit it. But if Mobei Jun died after he officially succeeded to the throne, he would be the only Mobei bloodline. At that time, the Qicheng body should not be too happy to take over.

According to the original work, there should be a brother Bing who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, escorts him, and then extorts a sum of money from the Mobei clan after Mobei-Jun ascends the throne. But Brother Bing in this world was not ashamed or embarrassed to toss with his master at this time. Tell me, how could he have time to pay attention to this side? What Mo Beijun brought back was actually himself who was useless!

Shang Qinghua frantically scratched his hair: Your Majesty, you, you, you, why did you bring me back? ! I can't carry what I can't carry on my shoulders, how can I protect you? Of course, this kind of terrible thing has to find a confidant, find the most nb allies! Even if you can't tear Brother Bing off like a candy cane from his master, at least you can borrow tens of thousands of black armor generals from him? No matter how bad it is, I can't find me, except for weak tea, water, laundry, and quilts, what skills are not at amateur level! ! !

Without the indestructible halo and undead golden body that he personally bestowed on the male protagonist, at the fatal moment seven days later, Mobei-Jun...

Shuguangjun said: "Why didn't you bring anyone on such an important day?"

"..." Mo Beijun replied indifferently, "I didn't bring it."

Shuguangjun snickered and said: "I originally brought it? I saw it. When I came over, I happened to bump into someone and go out, that's the one... The Anding Peak Peak Master who said he was with you? How did he provoke you? Now? It's like that. I heard the rumors and thought you had a better temper."

For a long time, no one answered.

Shuguangjun smiled again: "Little uncle just asked, why doesn't he look at me kindly?"

Mo Beijun said bluntly: "I want you to go out."

"Your words hurt the devil's heart. Unfortunately, my clan has not stipulated that no one is allowed to watch during the succession ceremony, right? Besides, I'm still your father's younger brother. If it weren't for you, I would stand here today and wait for the inheritor. , it must be me."

Mo Beijun seemed to know that he couldn't get rid of him, so he didn't say more. Shuguangjun was complacent and didn't know how to restrain: "Alas, when you grow up to be a lord, it really is different. You are much cuter when you were young."

Hearing this familiar line, Shang Qinghua wiped his sweat, feeling slightly ashamed that he had written such a shameless character. This uncle still has the face to mention his childhood.

Mo Beijun has no mother since he was a child. When he was a child, he was the closest and dearest to this little uncle who was not far behind. However, because of some broken affairs and emotional disputes between the brothers of the previous generation, Shuguangjun really didn't like this nephew. One time when other demons were not paying attention, he coaxed this obedient little nephew out of the door and threw it in. In the human world, let a bunch of cultivating thugs chase after this little devil who didn't understand anything, panicked, and was about to fall after just a few steps.

At that time, Mobei-Jun was only about the age of a four-year-old human child. If it wasn't for his father who suddenly remembered after more than ten days, his son didn't seem to be following his younger brother these days, and if he asked about it casually, Mo Beijun might be locked in the Huanhua Palace water prison and scared to death. For a demon of that age, a group of people swarming around him drinking and drinking is a group of monsters that drink blood. Imagine how a four-year-old human child would react when he was caught and locked in a magic cave. That's about it.

The previous Mobei monarch had a heart as big as a basin, the basin of the Sichuan Basin, anyway, his son finally got it back, and he didn't die, so he didn't pay much attention. After saying a few words to this younger brother, let them continue in the future." Get along with".

After being brought back unkempt, Mo Beijun never spoke to this old favorite uncle again. As he got older, it got worse and worse, so much so that he finally didn't want to talk to anyone, and hated all betrayals.

After revisiting the growth history of the dog-blooded young master that he made up in his mind, Shang Qinghua reflected on it. The main reason is to reflect on whether the natural setting of the demons is too inhuman. Second, I reflected on why I didn't add a setting that "the succession ceremony does not allow idle people to wait around, even immediate family members". So that now Mobeijun is in mourning and waiting for inheritance, he must not leave, nor can he rationally drive Shuguangjun.

In this way, while reflecting and trembling with fear, Shang Qinghua spent seven days and finally waited for the last day.

After seven days of sacrifice, when Mo Beijun officially inherited his kung fu, he wisely did not move. However, sooner or later something must be done.

Shuguangjun said: "What? Why do you hesitate?"

Because you are standing here! ! !

Shuguangjun said: "Isn't it... afraid of my sneak attack? How could it be? I am your uncle. Mobei, you have to hurry up, if you don't start, you will miss it. If there is no chance of remedy, I don't need to remind you, right?"

If you don't start it immediately, the body will naturally dissipate, which is equivalent to the huge inheritance drifting away with the wind; if you start immediately, Shuguangjun, who is absolutely uneasy and kind, is staring at him. Mo Beijun's situation at the moment can be described as a dilemma.

Everything went on as in the original book, except that there was one less invincible brother Bing, and one more unreasonable brother Hua.

In the end, Mo Beijun sneered.

Shang Qinghua gritted his teeth, and stuck his head out despite the sacrifice of being slashed by the demon. Almost in the moment when a blue light flew out of the bedroom and covered Mo Beijun, Shuguangjun suddenly shot!

Mo Beijun had been prepared for a long time, and freed up a hand to receive his extremely insidious palm. But after all, he was distracted, and a trace of demonic energy slipped into his palm. This trace of demonic energy that did not belong to him was running around in Mo Beijun's body. He didn't dare to be careless, so he had to separate a part of his mind to deal with it. Shuguangjun noticed that he succeeded in one fell swoop and was ecstatic, but before he had time to move further, suddenly someone fell from the sky and jumped out!

Shuguangjun said coolly: "I said how can there be a guard here who has not been taken away. Didn't you leave seven days ago? What? Come back to protect the master? I can't see that you have this loyalty."

Shang Qinghua was fine when he couldn't see him at first, but at first glance, his legs became softer. Although Shuguangjun looks very good-looking, but a kind of feminine and sinister good-looking, those peach blossom eyes are really cold like poisonous needles, when he smiles, his teeth are slightly exposed, and the teeth are white and white, especially suitable for biting raw meat. !

Shang Qinghua bravely stood in front of Mo Beijun: "First, who said that I came back to protect the master? Second, who told you that he is my master?"

Shuguangjun: "Then what's the matter if you stop in front of me now?"

Shang Qinghua said loudly and forcefully, "Fall into the hole!"

When he was talking nonsense, his hands were shaking, and he pointed at his face with trembling: "Look at how he beat me up. You nephew, you have such a good temper!"

Mo Beijun spat out a mouthful of blood behind him. Absolutely enlivened by him.

Shang Qinghua was sobbing and complaining: "Over the years, my broken ribs can be piled up on another bone ridge, and the blood I vomited can drown myself alive. Loyal? To this kind of person... this kind of demon, who the hell can Loyal. If he treats me like this, if Shang Qinghua can swallow his anger and come back without taking revenge, he will be the peak master of Anding Peak!"

When he said this, Shang Qinghua didn't dare to look back at Mo Beijun's expression. It's freezing on the back and it's almost frosting flowers!

Shuguangjun laughed and said: "Mobei, did you hear it? I really sympathize with you, and I will always be betrayed and betrayed. How can you lead the Mobei family like this? I really let you succeed, your physique, Isn't my family in danger of being overthrown at any time? Or listen to my uncle's words, and leave all the important matters to me, so you can go."

Years of wish will soon be realized, Shuguangjun is open-minded, and said to him generously: "How do you want to fall into the trap?"

Hehe smiled, Shang Qinghua deducted a fire technique and threw it behind him.

Shuguangjun felt a burst of heat coming to his face, and the red light danced in front of him. The Mobei Bing Clan dislikes fire light the most, especially this fire seems to be extraordinary fire, but it was sent by Shang Qinghua's shameless face to find a few Xuanyang fire seeds made for him by Shen Qingqiu. , and immediately stepped back to hide his face, feeling a little surprised.

He thought to himself: "I can't see it, the rumored useless Anding Peak master turned out to be a ruthless character. I heard that Mobei is very good to him. Who would have thought that this fellow has been hiding for many years and being so vicious as soon as he shoots. , use the flame of the fairy family to burn Mobei alive. Death is not so cheap, I'm afraid this fire will burn him alive to ashes! If he used this trick on me just now, I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed too For a while. I don't know if he still has a few grains of this powerful fire. No matter whether there is or not, this person must not be left."

But when he finished his calculations, he stood firm and was immediately furious.

Mo Beijun was not swallowed up by the fire, but was enveloped in the clumps of flames. The fire that Shang Qinghua had just now did not hit him, but drew a large circle around him, and the dancing Xuanyang True Fire encircled the two of them.

Although Mobei-jun is not allowed to get out of the circle, Shuguang-jun is also not allowed to enter the circle. If he exerts force from the air, his ice technique will be melted by Xuanyang True Fire. In this way, it doesn't look like an attack technique, but rather like a protection circle!

Aware of being deceived, Shuguangjun's face immediately turned cloudy.

Mo Beijun was photographed by Shuguangjun into a vicious demonic energy, and he was scrambling to do evil in the limbs. Shang Qinghua was scrambling around him and couldn't help. Shuguangjun walked around the Xuanyang fire circle far away, sneering as he walked.

He said: "I was wrong just now. You are not only loyal, but you are so loyal and righteous. For my incompetent nephew, come back to die for nothing! I just don't know, how long can you survive in this circle?"

These words hit Shang Qinghua's sore spot.

The kind of fire Shen Qingqiu gave, he threw it all at once, leaving no trace at all. He squatted next to Mo Beijun and prayed like chicken blood: "Oh my god, did you hear me, king, he wants to kill me, your uncle wants to kill me! You must digest it quickly, I really don't know how this circle can How long will it last!"

Suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound, and a rustling of frost, frost, and ash fell from the top of the head.

Shang Qinghua squatted unsteadily and shook with the throbbing flames.

I saw Shuguang Jun retracted from a pillar with one hand and said: "You think you can't come out, so I can't do anything about you?"

He wants to knock down the ice castle, smash to death or bury Mo Beijun alive!

Seeing that the icicles climbed out of the cracks, and Shuguangjun's second palm was about to hit, Shang Qinghua hurriedly said: "Come out, come out here!"

Just like a bitter frog jumping into a frying pan, he slowly jumped out of the circle.

When you come out, don't even think about going in again. Shuguangjun is like a ghost, grabbing him: "What's the use of just coming out? Remove the fire!"

In fact, he was also a little flustered. don't know how long it will take for Mo Beijun to suppress that demonic energy. If he has finished adjusting his breath and digested the seven successful bodies before the fire of Xuanyang has died down, wouldn't today's change become a farce?

Shang Qinghua said, "I only know how to set fires, but don't know how to put out fires."

Shuguangjun: "Then let him come out!"

Shang Qinghua: "This... Your Majesty, seeing what he looks like now, he can't even think about it."

Shuguangjun sneered and put his hand on Shang Qinghua's heart.

He said kindly: "Then you say, if your heart is freezing, will he come out on impulse?"

Shang Qinghua: "If this kind of thing can be broken through 'impulse', I suggest that you try 'impulsively' to see if you can rush in..."

He couldn't say anything after that.

Shuguangjun hummed the ice magic formula softly, sang it into a pleasant and vicious little song, and said: "Mobei, little uncle is really unexpected, you actually have a lackey who refuses to betray you so far. What a pity to lose such a good dog, isn't it?"

Near the heart cavity, there is a world of ice and snow.

Shang Qinghua's lips turned purple, he raised his hand and said, "Sir, Jun Jun Jun."

Shuguangjun: "Speak."

Shang Qinghua: "You are like this... Freezing my heart, I, I, I can't make a sound, it sounds miserable enough, Dada can't achieve the purpose you want him to be 'impulsive'. I recommend... I suggest you still hit me. I promise to scream hard and scream miserably."

Shuguangjun: "Oh. But my hands are very heavy. What if I can't control it and kill you?"

Shang Qinghua: "It's nothing, nothing, I can handle it. I'm used to it, and I'm often beaten by your nephew..."

Before he finished speaking, Shang Qinghua realized how "heavy" Shuguangjun's hand was.

He didn't use demonic energy, he was completely physical attack. Shang Qinghua could clearly hear the sound of each of his ribs being broken, and the hissing sound of his chest leaking out after he vomited too much blood.

When Yabangzi was a little loose, Shang Qinghua thought to himself, compared with his uncle and other demons, Mobei-Jun is so fucking gentle and kind, he is like a little angel.

The longer he delays, the more anxious Shuguang Jun is approaching fury, stepping on his back, pulling his arm, and grinning: "Isn't it guaranteed to scream hard and scream miserably? Why is the mouth so strict, to Hasn't it leaked yet?"

This action brought some extremely bad associations to Shang Qinghua. He hurriedly spat out the hot blood in his mouth and shouted with sincerity.

Shuguangjun said: "Well, not bad. Unfortunately, it is not miserable enough. I will help you."

The terrifying pain of torn muscles, bones and bones came from the shoulders. Shang Qinghua opened his mouth and let his fear die out, but he couldn't speak out.

But the pain didn't develop to an uncontrollable level. All of a sudden, he was dragged backward by the pen softly drooping down.

The corner of the dark blue robe rolled in front of him, and the wind and snow were all over it.

Mo Beijun was unexpected, swept out of the fire ring, and slapped Shuguangjun's heart with one palm!

Shuguangjun was caught off guard by this chest slap, half of his chest collapsed, and the devilish energy around him seemed to have been punched through a big hole and poured out thousands of miles. His heart was cold: the power of this kid's blow is not the same as before, after all, it was dragged over to him and absorbed all the skills inherited from the Mobei clan!

Moreover, even Xuanyang Zhenhuo was not afraid of it, and he wore it directly!

Although resentful and unwilling, at the moment, I am afraid that he is no longer Mo Beijun's opponent, so he hastily sealed the wound with ice, turned into a black wind, and attacked outside the ice castle.

Shang Qinghua lay on his stomach with his face close to the ground. He didn't see any movement for a long time, and no one came to help him. His heart was desolate: Why are you still angry? After all, it was because he was beaten like this, and he didn't even help him.

But he heard a thumping sound.

Shang Qinghua was extremely difficult and turned over with a grin.

Mo Beijun actually fell down again. The two figures, in different postures, fell beside a flaming fire ring, quietly, quietly, crashing into the street.

He suddenly realized that, I am afraid that Mobei Jun has not finished the seven successful bodies at all, nor has he suppressed the magic pressure of Shuguangjun. Just now, he was really "impulsive" and struggled, only to temporarily frighten Shuguangjun. Now that Mo Beijun has exhausted his last strength, and was roasted by the terrifying Xuanyang real fire, so... he threw himself on the street again.

Although Mobei-Jun was lying on the ground upright and couldn't even bend his fingers, he still glared at him with his eyes.

Shang Qinghua was so stared that he couldn't continue to lie down in peace, so he could only open his mouth and said: "Well, Your Majesty, stop struggling, lie down, and digest it slowly. The accumulated power of successive lords is not one that can be swallowed whole. of."

The gaze still did not restrain, Shang Qinghua was like a rain of needles, his heart was pounding, he finally took a sigh of relief, and sat up with his upper body, already shaking into Parkinson's.

Now Mo Beijun can finally listen to him. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Uh, Your Majesty. Actually, I didn't want to leave at such a time. I didn't know it happened to be a critical moment for your succession, really. For such an important matter, why don't you? Tell me sooner."

Mo Beijun was telling him with an expression, "kneel down and cry and say I'm wrong and forgive you".

The corners of Shang Qinghua's mouth twitched, and he continued: "To be honest, you shouldn't bring me here, I don't care about anything at all, so I usually beat you up, and it works just fine. You see, I was beaten just now. It only took a little time for you to be like this. Your uncle was seriously injured by you, and he should not dare to come again. You are almost finished digesting it. Then I will... go. "

Mo Beijun's expression softened a little, but when he heard the last sentence, his eyes lit up with cold light: "Let's go?! How dare you!"

Being yelled at again, Shang Qinghua was still in pain all over his body, suddenly burst into anger, and immediately shouted, "Why don't you dare!"

Of course, this slap didn't scare Mo Beijun, it only made his shoulders and arms hurt for a while, and his eyes glowed with gold stars. The horizontal and vertical Mo Beijun can't move now, Shang Qinghua is wicked and timid, pointing to him: "Tell you the truth! I have endured you for a long time, you spoiled eldest young master, bad-tempered second generation of demons!"

This move can be described as daring. Mo Beijun was completely unbelievable. And Shang Qinghua's many years of grievances are now like a long rainbow, gushing out:

"You see that I have a good temper, but I'm not good at speaking, but I'm not well-mannered, don't you think? You think I'm so... so... ah?!"

"What are you looking at, do you have an opinion?! I'm your father! Call me father! That's all I let you! Try someone else?! Brother Bing can't beat you to death, and Shen Qingqiu's original goods can't kill you. !"

"No one likes being beaten every day, and no one is really happy when they are beaten every day! It's not really a dog! It's a dog, you kick it twice every day, and after a long time it knows that it doesn't dare to stop. pester you!"

Mobei Jundao: "Do you want to die?"

Under such circumstances, the deterrent power of these words was greatly reduced, and Shang Qinghua said: "I don't want to. Not only do I dare to leave, but I dare to do other things. Do you believe it? This peak master will be here today and beat you up before. I'll beat it all back!"

Mo Beijun said angrily: "You—!!!"

Shang Qinghua said, "What are you? It's 'you dare' again? Tell you, I really dare now. Come!"

After he finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and was eager to move his fists in front of Mobei Jun Tieqing's face. Mo Beijun let out a cold knife in his eyes, Shang Qinghua was not afraid, he threw a punch, and it hit him in the face.

Mo Beijun instinctively turned his face away, but felt his face tighten.

Very strange feeling. It was a little itchy, a little sore, but it wasn't the expected thump at all.

Shang Qinghua pinched his cheek with two fingers, pulled it out, and said, "What, does it hurt?!"

While pulling, I thought, this is not the same as what I want to do in my heart! Beat him, beat him while he can't move. Even if you pull your face, no matter how you look at it, you are at a loss!

But there is no way, sure enough... still can't beat this face!

Mo Beijun was pulled inarticulate, insisted: "You are finished!"

Shang Qinghua laughed and said, "You have the backbone, you can still threaten me in this situation, Dad appreciates you."

His other hand also joined in, pinching the other side of Mobei-Jun's face, pulling in the opposite direction for a while, and then crowding into a ball. Mo Beijun's noble and glamorous image in the past was ruined by his pair of cheap hands. Shang Qinghua repeated in his mouth, "It still hurts? Does it hurt?"

Mo Beijun is arrogant and unyielding, but the physical tears are not something that can be blocked by arrogance. After all, he was pulled into the corners of his eyes with tears.

"...It hurts? That's right!" Shang Qinghua let go of his claws and said, "Usually hitting me is at least ten times more painful than this! What's wrong with letting me pull it? Coquettish!"

Mo Beijun was so stunned by his contemptuous "Squeamish!" that his face turned pale with anger, and there were a lot of green and red fingerprints on his cheeks, which was really shocking.

To say that Shang Qinghua is really cowardly. Just now, the crime of passion was good for a while, and he was afraid that he would be sent to the crematorium. Especially after Mo Beijun's face returned to its normal shape, the expression was really... it was... He saw it in his heart. Frightened, he patted the hem of his clothes, ready to leave. Meteor strode away a few steps, and behind him Mo Beijun shouted, "Stand still if you want your legs!"

Conditioned, Shang Qinghua obeyed again.

He didn't dare to look back and said, "Your Majesty, I'm really gone."

Mo Beijun: "Shut up! Come back!"

Shang Qinghua said to himself, "Even if you are angry, don't come to me. Once I go back, you will never find me again, so don't do useless work. That's it, Your Majesty, goodbye."

Mo Beijun was almost roaring: "Don't let me see you again if you are brave enough to go!"

Shang Qinghua turned a deaf ear.

After taking two steps, he added: "I'm very happy to see you. Really—you're more handsome than I thought!"

At this moment, his elated and beaming look was exactly the same as the moment when he started writing the character's appearance.

I have a real feeling for the characters in my own writing. In hindsight, it was embarrassing.

But the parting is imminent, and embarrassment will only last for a while.

It's just that Shang Qinghua didn't understand it, what about the "parting soon"?

Why has it been a month since the system released the attachment to the city, and he is still doing nothing in the world of the arrogant fairy and magic way!

Every time he opened the system, facing the different red and green [Yes] and [Next time], he would be in a daze for a while, and then select the button on the right to close the interface.

Next time, next time, how many next time.

Shang Qinghua blamed this as procrastination. Damn procrastination!

He did not dare to go back to Cangqiong Mountain for the time being. He wondered if Mobei-Jun would be so angry that he would go up to Anding Peak to block people. But half of his savings are in a cave in Anding Peak, and the other half is in Mobeijun's mansion in the northern border. Since this month, Shang Qinghua seems to have lived a chic life. If it weren't for the fact that he still had some spiritual power, he would be no different from an ordinary homeless person.

After wandering around for nearly a month, he actually taught him to run into a certain pair of masters and apprentices who were wandering around the world.

When Shang Qinghua recognized who this was and who, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes. It took half a minute to determine that the young man in commoner clothes who was still holding a fishing rod and a fish basket was Luo Binghe; it took another half a minute to determine that the man who brought him the food was still insisting The one who relentlessly pretended to be immortal was Shen Qingqiu, the master of Shen Xianshi, Shen Feng.

You guys are here to play the fun play of returning to the hidden mountain forest, throwing Mo Beijun in the devil world, and making me go to forcibly come out with him, it's bitter!

Shang Qinghua slandered and slandered, but what to say, he was very happy to see these two people. Especially since he hadn't eaten enough for so many days.

Don't complain about why he, a cultivator, still cares about whether he has enough to eat, there are enough complaints in the book review area. He's not from the Ascetic Peak, and he doesn't play that way!

Luo Binghe naturally wouldn't give him a good look when he was disturbed by others. Although he didn't show Shen Qingqiu's face, when Shen Qingqiu exchanged a few words, he asked him to "go to the house and sit down." "At that time, Brother Bing's face was still black.

The two of them built a small bamboo hut among the green mountains and clear waters. The more Shang Qinghua sat, the more he felt that the two of them had a really nourishing life. Sitting on the rattan chair, he said, "The house is nice."

Shen Qingqiu shook his fan and said, "You don't think about who did it, it's wrong?"

Shang Qinghua said with a shy face: "Your life is really much more comfortable than mine. I wonder if I can touch Brother Gua's light and let me enjoy the happiness for a while?"

Shen Qingqiu: "Unfortunately, you came at a wrong time, we were about to eat."

Shang Qinghua: "Where is it? It's better to come early than coincidence. I think I came just right. I'll see how your food is." After speaking, he got up and walked to the door of the suspected kitchen, and the curtain was lifted.

Luo Binghe was wearing a light black shirt with his sleeves rolled up high, with a chilling expression, and was silently... kneading his face.

His expression was serious and attentive, with two white patches on his face and a little flour on his eyelashes, as if he was not holding dough, but a scroll of ambition to rule the world!

No no no no no-

Shang Qinghua's liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he wanted to be heartbroken.

He created the domineering protagonist Bingge who convinced thousands of horse men.

He is kneading!

Make ramen!

Face to face (infinite loop)...

What an indescribable horror!

Shang Qinghua silently retreated. He sat down at the table, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch a cup to drink tea to suppress his shock, but Shen Qingqiu took it back: "Mine."

Shang Qinghua had a lingering fear: "Do you have a second cup in this place? What about using it for me?"

Shen Qingqiu pointed to the kitchen: "You also know that there is no second cup, so it's his."

"..."

"You dare to use it? I'll give it to you if you dare."

Shang Qinghua's claws turned and pulled into pushes: "You are old and use it for yourself, and you will have no luck."

Brother Bing continued to cook. The two chatted for a while. After listening to the broadcast of the Mobei Ice Castle emergency, Shen Qingqiu expressed doubts: "Really? Is it just like this?"

Shang Qinghua said: "It's good for me to lie to you about this kind of thing? What is 'just like this'? It's about my dignity, of course I can't stay any longer."

"That's right." Shen Qingqiu thought for a while, and said, "But you don't look like this kind of person."

"What kind of person?"

Shen Qingqiu said amicably: "A person who cares so much about dignity."

With the determination to fight against the sky, the thick skin and the tenacity of vitality, it really doesn't look like he would run away after being beaten by Mo Beijun. After all, it has been through so many years, why has it suddenly become fragile and sensitive.

Shang Qinghua said embarrassingly, "Brother Gua, I just often betray my integrity in order to ask for tickets and betray me, and I just became the peak master of Anding Peak, but you discriminate against me because of this. This is your fault."

Shen Qingqiu said, "Aren't the two reasons you gave enough to justify the act of discriminating against you?"

Shang Qinghua: "Oh, be nice to me, be gentle, okay? Brother Gua, when will I return to the world?"

Shen Qingqiu: "Do you really want to return to the world? If you fly too much, your eyesight will really deteriorate. Wake up, you're just waiting for someone to apologize to you, then tie you back and continue beating you three times a day."

Before we finished talking, it was time for dinner. Luo Binghe brought two bowls of noodles.

The white noodles and red soup, the green and oily chopped green onions, and the neatly piled fresh and tender slices of meat are excellent in appearance.

But Shang Qinghua wouldn't stretch his claws. No need for Brother Bing to speak clearly, just a seemingly casual look, Shang Qinghua knew that he had no share of his own.

Shen Qingqiu sighed, "That's why I said that you came by accident."

After all, the vegetable rice that Brother Bing made by himself is not for everyone. Shang Qinghua had nothing to say, huddled in the corner of the table, looking at the two opposite chopsticks.

Later, Shen Qingqiu finally couldn't stand it any longer. He couldn't help laughing and put a piece of meat into Luo Binghe's bowl, and showed mercy: "Forget it, don't tease him. Your uncle has been pitiful enough these days, don't bully him any more."

Luo Binghe put the piece of meat into his mouth and said without raising his head, "There is still in the pot."

Shang Qinghua happily copied the shovel to go.

He licked his face and ate with tears in his eyes. For the first time, deeply felt that the most reliable thing in this world is the friendship with the peerless cucumber.

After eating a deliciously delicious ramen, Shang Qinghua was overjoyed and never thought of staying overnight.

Just kidding, he didn't want to listen to Brother Bing's reasons. Whether the quality of sleep can be guaranteed is one point, and whether Brother Bing will cut off his two ears the next day is another point.

Look at what kind of fairy-like life Shen Qingqiu lived, and then look at what kind of life he lived. People are more mad than people. It's really outrageous, it's clear that he is the author and the god of sex in this world, Kamisama, so treat him a little better! Love the author! Protect the author!

Shang Qinghua, while reminiscing about the taste of the only bowl of noodles his son made for him, picked his teeth with grass roots and walked on the path in the mountains.

As was walking, suddenly the soles of feet slipped.

There is a valley next to the path. Shang Qinghua didn't bring a sword, so he couldn't fly if he fell, and scolded himself: "How can you slip when you walk well? I'm not a comic heroine with a stunt of flat ground!"

Sitting on the ground, saw that there were no extra banana peels or small tree roots, just a small pool of water.

It's just that the pool of puddles is frozen. The low weeds all around were also slowly creeping up on a thin layer of frost.

Shang Qinghua scrambled to the stone wall closest to him, leaning against it for a little sense of security.

He originally thought that he was dawdling to death and not going back, dragging until Mo Beijun finally came to the door. This was the worst idea. But when someone was transferred out from behind the rock and weeping vines, he realized that the truth could be even worse.

Shuguangjun said: "Yo, look, who is this?"

Shang Qinghua smiled dryly: "Yes! Who is it?"

Shuguangjun patted the top of his head and said: "Mobei he is looking for you to find you, and he will turn the northern border over, but you will hide, ah?"

"Your Majesty is joking, how can I hide..."

"Isn't it? I'm also curious, what's there to hide? Last time in the ice castle, you made such a big contribution, and Mobei didn't even reward you in time. "

"Where is it!" Shang Qinghua waved his hands again and again: "It doesn't matter about me. Last time, it was all about Mobei-Jun relying on his old man's own abilities..."

This refusal was originally afraid that Shuguangjun would also make a note for him in the last ice castle defeat event. Unexpectedly, when he heard the words, Shuguangjun suddenly changed his face and said sternly: "What do you mean, there is no such despicable, insidious, shameless and vulgar. Cang Qiong Mountain's lackeys kill me halfway, and it's bad for me, and that stinky brat can defeat me alone?!"

It should be wrong, it shouldn't be wrong, Shang Qinghua complained bitterly: "How is it possible! Lord Mobei, he defeated you, just by sneak attack!"

Shuguangjun: "Are you mocking me?"

Shang Qinghua: "..."

After thinking about it, yes, the first person to start the sneak attack was Shuguangjun himself. The flattery patted the horse's leg again, no matter what it said, it was wrong. Shang Qinghua lost his smile and hugged his thighs for decades. This is the first time he has encountered such a difficult character!

He closed his mouth with a sad face.

Shuguangjun sneered and said: "That kid in Mobei must never have imagined that the person he could not find even with all his strength was bumped into by me casually. In this case, then I have to make good use of you... "

Shang Qinghua hurriedly said: "Your Majesty! If you want to arrest me and threaten Mobei-Jun, it's useless! I'll tell you the truth why I ran away. In fact, last time, I couldn't bear it when he couldn't move. I beat him for a while... You know his bad-faced temper! With that kind of opportunity, it's hard for people not to want to beat him, isn't it? There's nothing I can do after I beat him, I'm afraid he'll take revenge on me and... run away. He Looking for me everywhere, most of them just want to call me back. I have no value in his eyes, at best, I am just a sandbag and a sidekick that I use easily."

Shuguangjun paused and said impatiently: "Why do you tell me so much? I look like a demon who can do such inappropriate things?"

It's hard to say, even if you sneak attack on Mobei-Jun, you may not be very popular... Shang Qinghua said sincerely, "It's not like that."

Shuguangjun: "Then I look like such a patient demon?"

Shang Qinghua: "I don't know about that. Then, how exactly do you want to 'use' me, Your Majesty?"

"How to use it?" Shuguangjun said: "Killing you to vent your anger, is this usage hard to think of?"

"..." Shang Qinghua was stunned for a moment, and said, "Don't do it, it's a waste of time! Your Majesty, you can arrest me and threaten Mobei-jun or something, what a pity to kill it directly!"

Shuguangjun: "'I don't have any value in his eyes, at best it's just a sandbag and a sidekick that I use easily'. Who said this?"

Shang Qinghua: "There is an old saying, modesty is a virtue..."

Before the word "de" was finished, he suddenly threw his hand and shouted, "Look at the real fire of Xuanyang!"

Several groups of red flames rolled in the air, and Shuguangjun was shocked and hurriedly dodged sideways. However, the flames fell to the ground and extinguished immediately. It was clearly not the real fire of Xuanyang that was not moved by the wind or flooded by water. Shang Qinghua was just cheating on him!

Shuguangjun was annoyed for a while, new hatred and old hatred mixed, and he flicked a little dew on the falling leaves, aiming at Shang Qinghua's lower plate. Shang Qinghua only felt cold in his calf, and an ice bomb made of demonic energy had already passed through his leg, and he couldn't run, and fell down.

Shuguangjun deceived himself and stepped on the kneecap of his other leg, saying: "You are like a cockroach, you are too good at running! I will abolish your two legs first, and see if you are still alive. How to run?"

Shang Qinghua didn't have the integrity of Ning Can and unyielding at all, and his soul flew away: "Your Majesty——!!!"

Say, Your Majesty, Your Majesty is here!

The dark blue figure appeared like a ghost. With a click, the two groups of black gas collided, and Shuguangjun hugged a leg that had broken his kneecap, and was mad: "You kid, do you have to come so timely?! Don't wait a little longer?! Can't you wait until I step on it?!"

Mo Beijun smashed his other knee and said coldly, "No!"

Shuguangjun was also hard-hearted, both knees were broken into powder, and he didn't scream, but scolded more hysterically: "It's really your dead-faced daddy! It's like whoever is not good, but he is like him. The turtle king is a nest. Sheng, he robs you too! He died early, why didn't you die early! I fuck..."

Mobei Jundao: "If you scold again, I will send you in to accompany him."

Shang Qinghua was dumbfounded. Although he knew that Shuguangjun had always been deeply resentful to his brother, he didn't expect to be so deep here that he would rather have no demeanor and scold the streets...

In the sound of Shuguangjun's furious curse, Mobeijun lifted him casually and shoved him into the valley. If you fall into the valley like this, people may be finished, but the devil will definitely not die. Shang Qinghua didn't remind him to cut the weeds. After all, it is his uncle, and Mobeijun's father must have explained it, no matter what Shuguangjun does, he must let him order. In fact, Shang Qinghua didn't want to remind him of anything at all. It would be better if he could forget his existence...

Mo Beijun took his eyes back from the bottom of the valley and shouted, "Stop!"

Shang Qinghua dragged a pierced calf, and was about to sneak away, not wanting to be broken by him, so he stopped in place.

The salty pig's hand was arrested on the spot, and it is not necessarily his guilty conscience. Hearing the footsteps of Mo Beijun stepping on the frost and cracking the ice when he came over, he hurriedly covered his face again.

Mo Beijun seems to be very angry today, and he is not cold at all: "What are you doing?!"

Shang Qinghua said embarrassingly, "Didn't you say 'don't let me see you again'? There's nothing you can do if you don't see it, I'll cover my face first."

Mo Beijun raised his hand, Shang Qinghua habitually hugged his head.

"..."

Mo Beijun separated his two hands, stretched them straight, and said unbearably: "Let me see you doing this kind of action again... You don't need to keep your hands!"

This sentence has a bit of gritted hatred. Shang Qinghua's conditioned reflex wanted to hug his head again, but he held back his hands that had made great contributions to typing on the keyboard.

I panicked, so I started shaking, shaking until Mobei Jun said, "Am I so scary?"

Shang Qinghua: "Uh, not really! It's just that I always feel that you are going to give me such a double blow, Your Majesty. It didn't matter if you kicked or kicked in the past, but now that you have officially succeeded the throne, your cultivation base is not what it used to be, and you can be shocked at once. The waves hit the shore and the rocks pierce the clouds, I'm afraid I can't bear your two..."

Mobei Jundao: "Shut up! Follow me and go!"

Shang Qinghua went out of his way, clinging firmly to the stone wall like a gecko: "I'm not leaving! No, I want to leave! I want to go back to my hometown."

Mobei Jundao: "If I call you back, you won't leave."

Shang Qinghua: "Instead of staying and beating you three times a day, why not... what?!"

call back?

Call him back?

Is Mobei Jun willing to call him back?

In order to keep him from leaving, is Mobei Jun willing to call him back?

Too shocked, Shang Qinghua's mind is infinitely looping the above ladder-shaped text array.

Mo Beijun raised his chin and stood still, with a high-spirited aura of "hit casually, I won't fight back", but he kept watching him secretly from the corner of his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't make a move for a long time, Mo Beijun seemed to be suddenly happy. Although he was happy, his brows seemed to be raised a little higher.

Mobei Jundao: "Don't do it? The time limit is up. Then I won't call you. Let's go."

Wait a minute, didn't I say don't do it? Is there a time limit for this?

Mo Beijun raised his eyebrows with the hidden joy, dragged Shang Qinghua and ran away. Shang Qinghua immediately screamed and howled: "Mummy hurts, king, look at me! See me, see me!"

Mo Beijun really looked at him and saw his bloody leg.

"..." After a moment of silence, he tried to carry Shang Qinghua up.

Shang Qinghua said from life to death: "Your Majesty, spare your life, Your Majesty! If you carry me all the way like this, my leg will really be useless!"

Mobei Jundao: "Then what should we do?"

With tears in his eyes, Shang Qinghua tentatively asked, "How about... find me a doctor first?"

Mo Beijun gave a "tsk", turned around and left.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Shang Qinghua, who was abandoned in the same place, was dumbfounded.

This is... do you think he is troublesome?

After a while, Mo Beijun came back, dragging a scooter that he had stolen from somewhere. The wooden chicken turned into a live chicken.

The second-in-command of the dignified Demon Clan, the noble and glamorous leader of the Mobei Bing Clan, dragged a tattered cart that was extremely inconsistent with his style of painting. This picture is awesome!

Shang Qinghua's "Pfft!", he failed again.

Seeing that there were blue veins throbbing faintly on Mo Beijun's forehead, he hurriedly cried out with a frown. After shouting twice, Mo Beijun picked him up and placed him in the car.

Although it was a crooked and crooked cart, which don't know was snatched from an old horse in the yard of a farmer, in the past, it should have only been dragging some grass, dry wood, swill buckets and the like. But it is proud and majestic. For those who didn't know it, they thought that this was the first champion who had been studying hard in high school for ten years.

It's a cycle of fate. The first time he saw Mobeijun, he also used a scooter to pull the unconscious Mobeijun to open the house!

There are poems as proof: Thirty years Hedong, thirty years Hexi. The wheels of the board are turning, and it will come to my house next year. Ha ha!

Shang Qinghua fluttered like a fairy and declared: "I want to eat noodles."

Brother Bing's bowl of noodles is really delicious, but there are too few noodles. didn't give him a few leftovers, so he couldn't get enough of it.

Mo Beijun: "Yes."

Shang Qinghua emphasized: "Ramen."

Mo Beijun: "Yes."

Shang Qinghua took an inch: "You do it."

The trolley slammed, and Mobei Jun stood still.

There is a faint cold air of unknown origin. Shang Qinghua immediately hesitated, winked and said, "I do what I do, of course I do it. Just say it casually, hee hee hee."

Ugh. Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

After a while, the wheels of the scooter slowly turned again. Mo Beijun was in front, without looking back, said: "I will do it."

...

What did he say? He said he did? what to do? Hand-Pulled Noodle?

Willing to call him, willing to give him the Mobei-Jun below—what day is it today? Big hair today!

Shang Qinghua has decided!

He's going back to his old business.

The pseudonym "Airplane to the Sky" is about to come out of the rivers and lakes aggressively!

What to write? Shang Qinghua slapped his thigh. I heard that Liu Sumian's set of Spring Mountain hatred at 11% off is very popular. Well, just follow the trend and write this! Although he himself is extremely upright, there is a market when someone sees it, and he dares to write when there is a market. The best thing about flying to the sky is to follow the trend, what is popular he writes about, that's right!

The first step is to come up with a good title that the public loves to hear. "The Secret History of Qingjing Peak", "My Apprentice Can't Be So Cute", "Master Is So Beautiful", etc., have not been decided yet, let's think about it first. It doesn't matter if the writing is not as good as Liu Sumianhua, it is never the writing that is sold to the sky. Moreover, the writers like Liu Sumianhua and Sansheng were engaged in small circles, and the plane didn't like it very much. Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe were the only ones who wrote and wrote, their vision was too small. In fact, according to him, he can be more bold and unrestrained. For example, since it is called "Chunshan Very", why must it be limited to a pair of CPs? Liu Qingge is so stunning, wouldn't it be a pity not to write it? Yue Qingyuan is also a handsome and handsome man, and he is very successful in his career. Which one of Mu Shidi and Wei Shixiong is not a male god in the eyes of the world, and I am afraid that no one will see it when I write an np and stew?

All in all, as long as he is explicit enough, enough to be explicit (crossed out here), and enough to not (crossed out here) his face, sooner or later he will become a local literary tyrant again, even if he does not need to sell homemade soap, he can still be prosperous and trance He Houhua !

Flying to the sky with his legs crossed, the scooter squeaked and swayed on the bumpy mountain road. As the sun went down, Mo Beijun dragged him, not knowing where to go.

Although there are too many slots, chickens and dogs are jumping around, and messy, elementary school students' writing, maybe serious readers can't help but slam the book and yell "what nonsense". However, jerking to the sky chicory can find a thousand "just" to come and muddy. For example: just read a piece of writing, just like being a human being, just want to be happy, why be so serious; it's just a casually written drama, everyone is more tolerant to me; it's just...

only.

...It's just that he really, really likes this story he wrote.