A bad habit of jerking to the sky chicory is cutting outlines.
Before officially 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", is a tragic product of cutting the outline.
Oh, and Brother Bing's father, who chopped harder and didn't appear.
The advantage of this is to serve readers, at least to ensure that the subscription will not fall to the bottom of the pool.
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.
Airplanes to the sky are often frustrating too. 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 a p ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 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 not. 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 unscabb once in eight hundred years as a disciple of An Ding Peak), and shouted in a rage, "Where is the evildoer!"
All the brothers and sisters were excited and drew their swords along with them: "How dare you show yourself in front of the disciples of the Cangqiong Mountain School..."
Mo Beijun was obviously in a very bad mood, and 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 terrible! 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: "Don't hurry up!"
Shang Qinghua's heart was like frying, 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 slapped and kicked Shang Qinghua. What Shang Qinghua didn't know was that this group of outer 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: "No. 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 the words fell, he was stripped from the car alive, thrown to the ground, and blocked in front of Mobei Jun's feet.
The sword, half in its sheath, has not decided whether to pull it out or not.
Mo Beijun sneered, his eyes flashed with icy 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.
Couldn'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, and 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 splashed 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. "
Mobeijun 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 unifying the human world?"
Shang Qinghua said embarrassingly: "The peaks discriminate against each other, so it's not good."
In other words, why even the demons discriminate against them... 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, Mo Beijun fell down without warning.
Shang Qinghua was still holding his thigh, and when Mo Beijun fell, he was almost crushed and let go. He squatted for a while, and suddenly reacted:
Did Mo Beijun come with an injury
No wonder the face is so stinky, so angry, and so easy to push!
Did you just get stabbed in the wound by your own hand
Sometimes being cheap is an advantage!
Shang Qinghua cautiously moved over and examined it carefully.
Sure enough, Mo Beijun'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 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 murmured in his heart, and his face hehe, he searched the ground for a long time, and found a stone half the size of his head, which was quite heavy.
One, two, three, smashed Mobei Jun, whose eyes were closed, on the head.
The system does not have warning prompts and blocking sounds.
Shang Qinghua was relieved.
No warning, just say: 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!
- Born in front of Mobei-Jun's perfect nose bridge, he stopped the car.
For him, Mobeijun has an 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, I thought shamelessly, don't just watch it.
So he turned his head and held the stone high.
- No, still can't do it.
With a plop, Shang Qinghua threw away the cumbersome weapon, his eyes were bright, and the whole person was about to pounce on Mo Beijun.
No, no, no, the more I look at it, the more I think this face is too magical.
Brother Bing's appearance of a fair and clean little handsome man, in fact, he doesn't really like it in his heart. The 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 Mo Beijun is different. The supporting roles are all for love, and Mo Beijun has almost never been hacked.
This character was created entirely according to his liking. As a character favored by the author, Mo Beijun embodies the ideal of homosexuality as a literati.
Don't ask why Luo Binghe doesn't reflect his aesthetics, Luo Binghe's role is mainly to satisfy his desire to pretend to slap in the face [cross out] and [cross out].
Even if it hasn't grown long now, it is completely in line with his sixteen-character mantra of "deep eyes, high nose bridge, full of heroism, and incomparable cold and arrogance".
This is the dreamy handsome man in his heart!
The stone weapon was raised and dropped, dropped and raised. For the first time in Shang Qinghua's life (the life after he came here), he was faced with a difficult life choice.
In the end, Shang Qinghua decided: go open a room!
Go to the inn to open a room... oh no, housing.
There were corpses all over the place, Shang Qinghua hesitated for a while, and emptied the pile of heavy and useless Lao Shizi from Qingjing Peak like dumping garbage from the trolley, and pushed Mobei Jun up, face down, and covered his 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.
While Shang Qinghua comforted himself like this, he babbled and pushed the big scooter towards the city.
To open a house, he spent a little private house money that Shang Qinghua had saved over the years.
He is currently just an ordinary outer disciple, without the authority to manage accounts and embezzle public funds. Opening a room is already the limit that his economic level can support. Of course, it is a single room. 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, Mo Beijun was in a bad mood when he was injured, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on the ground or in a chair, and he was going to die. Beware of him giving himself a shuttle of ice picks indiscriminately.
I just passed by the drugstore Fashion Tsinghua and bought some xx cream. Although I just throw it away according to the life force of the aliens of the demon race, the holes will grow slowly, but since I decided to hug my thighs, I must know how to abandon my restraint and show my sincerity. . He bravely dug a large lump and plugged the kidney where Mobei-Jun had a hole. He felt that the blockage was almost done. Then he turned Mobei-Jun over and put his hands together in the posture of a sleeping beauty, admiring his brain. With the perfect face modeled by Inner Ideal, Shang Qinghua slept on the outside of the bed with his hands on his head.
It was a sweltering summer night, and there was no cool breeze with the windows open.
After tossing and turning for half a night, he finally took a nap, and was suddenly kicked to the ground by someone as his butt.
Shang Qinghua was almost intimidated by this kick.
After rolling and crawling, he got under the table in shock, turned his head and saw that Mo Beijun sat up straight from the bed, the blue light in his eyes was as bright as if he was overcharged.
Shang Qinghua had already thought about his lines, and he beat his chest and said, "Your Majesty, you're 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 Xiaolu just now. I said that I would 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 as hot as an oven, but Mobeijun's physique is cold and cold. He slept in a daze, and subconsciously leaned on the cool side. The more he leaned, the more comfortable he became. Blissfully wrapped around her limbs like octopus, she licked her tears.
Shang Qinghua carefully peeked at Jun Mobei's face and neck, there was no strange water light, and he couldn't help Amitabha.
He said cautiously: "You are cold, I am afraid that you are going to die, so I am holding you."
When Mo Beijun heard the words, he sneered: "Idiot. I am born like this, the colder my body, the better. I am not a human being."
Shang Qinghua has been observing his words and expressions. Seeing 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 move and 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 boldly: "There is no purpose, I just want to follow you all my life."
Mo Beijun just pretended not to hear: "You are the 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 quickly 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 was a weaker verb, he replaced it with the auxiliary word "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 the injury on Mobei Jun's kidney is more serious than he thought, 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 and ran up and down more than 20 times, changing the water in the tub seven or eight times.
These waters are for Mobeijun to heal his wounds, and the ice method is always more convenient to soak 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 it, I 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: "Very 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 rushed over their faces.
So Shang Qinghua was busy, and he had to wash the clothes for the 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 low magic fairy world 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-magic fantasy stream, 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 on the bed with a shy face, but did not lean against the edge of the bed. History Repeated, kicked again.
He sat on the ground with tears in his eyes: "Your Majesty, you won't let me lie on the 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 the finger
How can there be such a good thing, 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 he can think of is that Mo Beijun is not a pervert, and the other end is not tied to the [beep-], that is inhumane.
This kind of hardships and hardships had 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 whipping his face with a thorny cucumber, and roaring as he whipped: "What you wrote It's all rubbish!"
Flying to the sky desperately avoiding the cucumber, he 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 weakly, "What do you want, Your Majesty?"
After asking twice, I found out that Mo Beijun 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 looked like it was no big deal to have a small wound, 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.
He yawned and yawned so much that his eyes were almost blurred. In the half-dream and half-awake, he seemed to see Mo Beijun's eyes open, and the ice-blue pupils were bright and cold in the moonlight, like a pair of magnificent and treacherous creatures. cat eye.
This is really scary. Shang Qinghua was shocked, his eyes widened, and after a closer look, it was clearly closed.
When I woke up, I realized that something was wrong.
He actually slept on the bed.
It's dangerous and dangerous, but 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 stunned, 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 dead bodies that stink of you in this house..."
The shop on the corner asked for a bowl of gruel to drink. The porridge was as clear as water, and he bowed his head to see his own shadow.
In the midst of misery, 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 walking towards him solemnly.
The same sect, the same sect of the Cangqiongshan faction!
Yes, it has been seven days, and the organization sent someone to find 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 human!"
"… "
Shang Qinghua said embarrassingly, "That's probably because I'm not Senior Brother X."
He just doesn't eat well now, he's just a little thinner. 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 hand-to-hand encounter was too sudden, and 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 his 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 were placed 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.
No way, this world of comprehension is not easy to mix, like his innate conditions are so bad, the lacrimal gland is not developed.
After the peak masters finished their questions, the atmosphere was solemn, and they went into the hall to discuss.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of the rings on the swords colliding with each other, and a young man in the school uniform of Qingjing Peak slowly approached.
This young man had fair complexion, slender eyebrows and eyes, pale 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 the Qingjing Peak, and one of the leading scum 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 smile but not a smile: "This is strange. 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 all over and send it back to Cang Qiong Mountain?"
The words here must not be taken lightly.
This fellow Shen Qingqiu was different from those paper cannon fodders with an IQ of 40, and he was 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 smiling 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 of the dignity abandoned simply and 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 of 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 Qiancaofeng to do it. do you see?"
Shang Qinghua shook his head at Yue Qingyuan with tears in his eyes. 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 hit.
Yue Qingyuan's expression remained patient and he still 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 if these two people talked together, more than 5 sentences would definitely break up.
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 in the past few days, he was a little shocked, it was nothing at all!
Because of this incident, I don't know whether the old master of An Ding Peak promoted him to an official entry disciple to appease Shang Qinghua or what.
Shang Qinghua went all the way, went back to Datong's shop, packed up his things, 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, 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?"