Chu nightning's taste is really bad.
tedious. dull. Desperate.
Look at this shelf full of broken books!
"Ancient Enchantment Catalog", "Exotic Flowers and Herbs Atlas", "Linyi Confucianism Men's Piano Score", "Plants and Trees Collection", the only ones that can be regarded as pastimes are probably only a few "Shu Di Travel Notes" and "Ba Shu Food Notes" .
Mo Ran picked up a few newer books, obviously Chu nightning would not read it often, smeared all the pages inside, and drew a bunch of erotic pictures.
He thought while drawing, hum, there are not 10,000 or 8,000 books here, and when Chu nightning found out that several of them were changed to banned books, he didn't know it was a matter of the year of the monkey and the horse month. At that time, Chu nightning I definitely don't know who did it, I can only be sulking, it's wonderful, wonderful.
Thinking about it, I couldn't help but laugh out loud while holding the book.
The ink burned more than ten books in a row, using imagination, unrestrained, what kind of erotic paintings, the brushwork can be described as Cao Yi with water and Wu with the wind, very elegant and handsome. If someone asks Elder Yuheng to borrow books, and happens to borrow these books, it is estimated that something like this will spread—
"The old man Yuheng has a beast-like heart, and he actually privately clips a picture of a man and a woman having sex in "Qingxin Jue"!"
"Elder Yuheng is a teacher, and there is a comic strip of Longyang's broken sleeve in the sword book!"
"What the Big Dipper Immortal Venerable, a beast in clothes!"
The more the ink burned, the more laughable it became. In the end, he just covered his stomach and rolled around on the ground with a writing brush. He was so happy that he was kicking his feet. He didn't even notice that someone walked to the door of the library.
So when the teacher came over, what he saw was a man who was rolling in the stack of books, laughing into a frenzy.
Teacher: "... A burning, what are you doing?"
The ink burned for a while, sat up and hurriedly covered all the yellow pictures, putting on a dog-like face: "Wipe, wipe the floor."
The teacher held back a smile: "Take the clothes to wipe the floor?"
"Cough, I didn't find a rag. Let's not talk about this, teacher, why did you come at night?"
"I went to your house to find you, but I didn't find it. I asked others, and I knew that you were here with the master." The teacher entered the library and helped Mo Ran to put away the books that were piled all over the floor. Er, "It's all right, I'll come and see you."
The ink burned very happy, and was a little flattered. He pursed his lips. People who are always slick and tongue-tied are actually speechless.
"Then... um... Then you sit!" He turned around happily for a long time, and the ink burned a little nervously, "I, I will help you pour tea."
"No, I came here quietly. If Master finds out, it will be troublesome."
The ink burned and scratched his head: "It's also..." Chu nightning is a pervert! Sooner or later, he will be knocked down, and he will no longer submit to his lewd power!
"You haven't eaten dinner yet? I brought you some dishes."
The ink burned eyes brightened: "Dragon picks hands?"
"Pfft, you're really not tired of it. I didn't bring the chasing hands, and the red lotus water pavilion is far away. I'm afraid that it will be boring if I bring it. Now, it's some stir-fried vegetables, do you have an appetite?"
The teacher opened the food box next to it, and there were really a few red and bright side dishes. A plate of Shunfeng Er, a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork, a plate of uterine chicken, a plate of cucumbers, and a bowl of rice.
"Hey, did you put peppers?"
"I'm afraid that you will panic, let it go a little bit." The teacher smiled and said that he and Mo Ran both like to eat spicy food, and naturally know the truth of no spicy food, "but your wound is not well, I dare not let it go too much. A lot, a little bit of flavor is better than no red at all."
The ink burned and bit the chopsticks happily, and the dimples were sweet like honey under the candlelight: "Wow! I want to cry!"
The teacher couldn't bear to laugh: "The food will be cold after you cry. Cry after eating."
The ink burned and cheered, and the chopsticks were thrown quickly.
When he eats, he is like a hungry dog. Chu nightning always dislikes his ghostly eating, but the teacher will not dislike it.
The teacher is always gentle, smiling and letting him eat slower, while handing him a cup of tea. The plate was soon empty, and the ink burned and touched the stomach, and he breathed a sigh of relief, squinting his eyes and sighing: "Satisfied..."
The teacher seemed to inadvertently asked: "Is Long Chaoshou delicious, or are these dishes delicious?"
The ink burns on the diet, just like his obsession with his first love, he is very infatuated. Tilting his head, his black and soft eyes looked at the teacher, and grinned: "Long Chaoshou."
"..." Shi Yan shook his head with a smile. After a while, he said, "A Ran, let me change your medicine for you."
The ointment was prepared by Mrs. Wang.
In her early years, Mrs. Wang was a disciple of the "Lonely Moon Night" in the pharmacy fairy door. She was weak in martial arts and didn't like fighting, but she liked studying medicine very much. There was a medicine garden at the top of life and death, where she planted it by herself. There are many precious plants and trees, so there is never a shortage of wound medicine in the sect.
Mo Ran took off his shirt, his back was facing the teacher, and the scars behind him were still faintly painful, but the warm fingers of the teacher were dipped in the ointment and rubbed it little by little. stand up.
"Okay." The teacher wrapped a new bandage on the ink and knotted it carefully, "Put on your clothes."
The ink burned back and looked at the teacher. Under the dim candlelight, the teacher's skin was white and snowy, and he became more and more charming. He saw that his tongue was dry, and he really didn't want to put on clothes, but after hesitating for a while, he bowed his head and quickly put on his coat.
"Teacher."
"Um?"
In such a claustrophobic study, the atmosphere of being alone is very good. Mo Ran originally wanted to say some words that moved the world, but he was an illiterate who could set his year title as "halberd". Three words: "You are so nice."
"Whatever it is, it should be."
"I will also be very kind to you." Mo Ran's tone was very calm, but his palms were sweaty, and he finally betrayed his turbulent heart. "When I am powerful, no one can bully you. Master is not good either. ."
The teacher didn't know why he suddenly said this, but he was stunned for a while, but he said softly: "Okay, then, I will rely on Ah Ran."
"Uh-huh… "
The ink burned and responded, but was stabbed by the amorous eyes of the teacher, and he didn't dare to look at it, so he lowered his head.
For this person, he has always been cautious, even a bit persistent.
"Ah, Master wants you to erase so many books? Do you have to make books overnight?"
The ink burns in front of the sweetheart and still wants to save face: "Fortunately, hurry up, it's too late."
The teacher said: "I will help you."
"How can you do it? If you are discovered by the master, you must be punished together." The ink burned very firmly, "It's getting late, you can go back and rest, there will be morning repairs tomorrow morning."
The teacher took his hand and smiled softly: "It's okay, he can't find it, we quietly..."
Before he could finish speaking, he heard a cold voice.
"How about quietly?"
Chu nightning did not know when he had come out of the office room, his face was cold, and the frost and snow in Danfeng's eyes were continuous. He was white and cold, standing at the door of the library, looking at them blankly, his eyes paused for a while on the hands they were holding, and then moved away.
"Shi Mingjing, Mo Weiyu, you are so bold."
The teacher's face was as white as snow, and he suddenly let go of the burning hand, and his voice was like a mosquito: "Master..."
The ink burned and secretly said that it was not good, bowed his head: "Master."
Chu nightning walked in, ignored the ink burning, but looked down at the teacher who was kneeling on the ground, and said lightly: "The red lotus water pavilion is all over the enchantment, do you think that you have entered without notice, will I not know."
The teacher bowed his head in panic: "The disciple knows that he is wrong."
The ink burned anxiously: "Master, the teacher just came to give me a change of medicine, and I will leave immediately, please don't blame him."
The teacher was also anxious: "Master, this matter has nothing to do with the younger brother Mo, it is the fault of the disciple, and the disciple is willing to accept the punishment."
"… "
Chu nightning's face was blue.
He hadn't even said a few words, and the two of them were eager to excuse each other, treating him as a beast of a flood and a common enemy. Chu nightning was silent for a while, barely suppressing the twitching eyebrows, and said lightly: "It's really close to the same family, it's moving, so it seems that I'm the only one in this room who is a wicked person."
The ink burned: "Master..."
"...don't call me."
Chu nightning flicked his sleeves and did not want to speak. Mo Ran didn't know what happened to him, why he was so angry. I just guess that Chu nightning has always hated others pulling and pulling in front of him. No matter what kind of pulling and pulling, it probably dirty his eyes.
The three were silent for a long time.
Chu nightning suddenly turned around and turned away.
The teacher raised his face, his eyes were a little red, and he said at a loss: "Master?"
"Go and copy the sect rules ten times, come back."
The teacher lowered his eyes, and after a while, he said softly: "... Yes."
The ink burned still kneeling in place.
The teacher stood up, looked at the burning ink, hesitated again, and knelt down again for a long time, begging Chu nightning.
"Master, Junior Brother Mo's scar has just healed, this disciple is bold, please don't be too hard on him."
Chu nightning did not say a word, he stood alone under the candlelight that was clearly extinguished, and after a while, he turned his face to the side, only to see the sharp eyebrows, his eyes like torches, and anger.
"So much nonsense, why don't you leave?!"
Chu nightning was originally handsome, but not gentle enough. It was even more terrifying when he was fierce. The teacher was so scared that he shook, lest he angered the master, and even more troubled the ink, and quickly bowed down.
There are only two of them left in the library, and the ink burned secretly and sighed, saying: "Master, the disciple is wrong, and the disciple will continue to register."
Chu nightning said without turning his head: "If you are tired, go back."
Mo Ran suddenly raised his face.
Chu nightning said coldly: "I won't leave you."
How could he be so kind to let himself go? There must be a fraud!
The ink burned witty: "I won't go."
Chu night Ning paused and sneered: "...Okay, with you."
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.
The ink burned stunned - no fraud? He thought that Chu nightning would definitely reward himself with a willow vine.
Busy until midnight, finally got things done. The ink burned and yawned and left the library.
At this time, the night was dark, and the dim light still showed in Chu Wanning's bedroom.
Huh? That nasty devil hasn't slept yet
The ink burned and walked over, ready to say hello to Chu Wanning before leaving. When I entered the room, I found that Chu nightning had rested, but this person with a poor memory forgot to put out the candle before going to bed.
Or, he was halfway through the work and fell asleep directly from exhaustion. Mo Ran glanced at the night wandering god who put together the prototype on the side of the bed, and estimated the possibility in his heart. Finally, when he saw the metal gloves that Chu nightning didn't take off at all, and the half-secret button that was still clenched in his hand, he was sure This is the truth.
When Chu nightning fell asleep, he was not so chilling and cold. He curled up on the bed full of mecha parts, saws and axes. There were too many things spread out, and there was actually no room for him, so he curled up very small, hunched over, his long eyelashes hanging down, looking a bit lonely.
The ink burned and stared at him for a while.
Chu nightning today... What are you angry about
Could it be that Qi Shi just stalked the red lotus water pavilion, and wanted to help him sort out his books
Mo Ran approached the bedside, rolled his eyes, leaned into Chu nightning's ear, and tried to shout in a very small, very small voice: "Master?"
"... uh..." Chu nightning snorted softly and hugged the cold mecha in his arms. He slept soundly, breathing evenly, the metal gloves that had not been taken off had sharp teeth, resting on the side of his face, like the claws of a cat or a leopard.
Mo Ran saw that he didn't look like he would wake up for a while, and when he moved in his heart, he squinted his eyes and rubbed a bad smile on the corner of his mouth. He pressed against Chu Wanning's auricle and lowered his voice to test: "Master, get up."
"… "
"Master?"
"… "
"Chu nightning?"
"… "
"Hey, I'm really asleep." The ink burned, leaned on his pillow with his arms, and looked at him with a smile, "That's great, I'll come to settle the account with you now."
Chu nightning didn't know that someone wanted him to settle accounts, and he still closed his eyes and slept, and a handsome face seemed very peaceful.
The ink burned and put on a majestic posture. Unfortunately, he was born in Lefang since he was a child, and he hadn't read a book for a few days. When he was a child, he was all immersed in the market and the book, so the words that were put together were particularly lame. funny.
"You dare to make trouble with the people of the Chu family, you deceive the king and ignore the king, you... um, you..."
Scratching his head, he is a little bit lacking in words. After all, he later became an emperor, and he opened his mouth and scolded you, a cheap servant or a dog slave, but these seem to be inappropriate for Chu Wanning.
After racking my brains for a long time, I suddenly thought of a rhetoric that the little sisters of Lefang often talk about. Although I don't quite understand the meaning, it seems to be pretty good. So the ink burned long eyebrows and sternly said:
"You ruthless little ass hoof, do you know the guilt?"
Chu nightning: "..."
"If you don't speak, this seat will treat you as a guilty plea!"
Chu nightning probably felt a little noisy, snorted, and continued to sleep with the mecha.
"You have committed such a big mistake, this seat shall sentence you according to the law... Well, sentence you to a sentence! Eunuch Liu!"
After I finished shouting, I realized that Eunuch Liu was already a person from a previous life.
The ink burned for a while, and decided to aggrieve himself to decorate his father-in-law. So he flattered: "Your Majesty, the old slave is here."
Then he immediately cleared his throat, and said solemnly, "I will execute the execution immediately."
"Respect Your Majesty's order."
Okay, the words are over.
The ink burned and began to "torture" Chu nightning.
The so-called mouth punishment, in fact, did not exist originally, it was made up by the ink burning.
So how should this temporary mouth sentence be executed
I saw a generation of tyrants burning ink, solemnly clearing his throat, his eyes were cold and fierce, and he slowly approached the cold face of Ning Xuegu's clear spring in the late night, and a little bit closer to the pale lips.
Then…
The ink burned and stopped, staring at Chu nightning, cadence, and scolded word by word:
"Chu nightning, I fuck your mother, you are the unparalleled little, heart, and eyes in the world."
Snapped. Snapped.
Ling Kong slapped both mouths.
Hey, the execution was successful!
Cool!
Mo Ran was happy, suddenly felt a stab in the neck, noticed something strange, and lowered his head sharply, facing a pair of noble and cold phoenix eyes.
Ink burning: "..."
Chu night Ning's voice is like a jade broken ice lake, it can't be said that it is more immortal or colder: "What are you doing."
"This seat... Bah. The old slave... Bah Bah!" Fortunately, these two sentences were as light as mosquitoes, and Chu Wanning frowned slightly, and it seemed that he did not hear clearly. The ink burned and the inspiration moved, and he raised his hand and slapped two palms near Chu nightning's face.
"… "
Facing Master's increasingly unkind look, the former Human World Emperor smiled slyly: "Disciple, disciple is fighting mosquitoes for Master."
The author has something to say: Welcome to the "People" column of this issue of rbtv. Today's guest in the column is the first generation (crossed out) Wang Ba (crossed out) in the world of comprehension, the overlord Mo Weiyu. Special host Xue Mengmeng is invited to go online (^▽^)
Xue Mengmeng: Ordinary people comprehend truth to ascend, but your comprehension is called emperor. Ink burning, I have always wanted to ask you, there are no emperors and generals in the label of this article, why do you insist on developing the cause of feudal emperors
Ink Feeding Fish: Things tend to go in two directions, right
Xue Mengmeng: It seems that there is nothing wrong.
Mo feeds the fish: Then let me ask you, have you ever seen Huang Sang, a cultivator
Xue Mengmeng (dumbly): (⊙o⊙)...Uh...this...
Ink feeds the fish: I can't remember, let me remind you, what is the name of Emperor Jiajing's Taoist name
Xue Mengmeng: ? ? ? This person is not of the same dimension as us, and Master has never taught him.
Ink feeds the fish: That cousin is here to teach you, they are called Taishang Daluo Tianxian Ziji Longevity Shengzhi Zhaolingtong Sanyuanzheng Yingyuxu in charge of Wulei Dazheng Xuandu Emperor Wanshou.
Xue Mengmeng: …
Mo feeds the fish: (smiling) People are so envious, and they also want to ask Taishang Daluo Tianxian Ziji Changsheng Shengzhi Zhaolingtong Sanyuanzheng Ying Yuxu the head of Wulei Dazhen Xuandu Realm Step Immortal Emperor Jun Mo to feed the fish.
Xue Mengmeng: ... Get out, I don't know you.
Mo feeds the fish (rolls his eyes): Hehe, is it only necessary for emperors to cultivate immortals, and Taoist priests are not allowed to be kings
Comes with character stickers.
Ink burns.
Word: Feed the fish.
Posthumous title: Taishang, big radish, heavenly immortal, gay guy, Zi Changsheng, Shengzhi Zhaoling, stabbing the master, the king, the eight attacking drama masters, the five thunders, the stinking, shameless realm, stepping on the immortal emperor.
Occupation: Emperor (dead)
Social Landscape: Illiteracy
Current Favorite: Teacher
Favorite food: (manually crossed out) Chu nightning (manually crossed out) Long Chaoshou
Dislike: to be hated
Height: 186 before death. After rebirth, this seat is a young man, and he has not yet grown up. Why should he make it public, he is angry.
There have been no updates for a few days, and a bunch of small theaters have been repaired, and they have run away.