Chapter 94 Extra: The Adventures of Shooting Up a Plane 5

At that time, the diligent and hardworking Xiang Tian was unaware that the villainous scumbag Shen Qingqiu had been replaced by the peerless troll, Jue Shi Huanggua.

In the past, when this guy occasionally went too far with his criticisms, he would casually curse him, viciously praying that no matter how amazing his cucumber was, he would never have a chance to use it. Unexpectedly, to some extent, this curse came true.

Bing Ge has been in a particularly bad mood these days.

Can you believe it?! Even he, the original author, can't believe it!

If Bingge could still be controlled by his pen, adhering to the principle of "making the protagonist happy is making the reader happy," he would definitely have Luo Binghe rape Shen Qingqiu hundreds and hundreds of times, like pancakes, over and over again (there would be absolutely no personal grudge between him and the peerless cucumber. Absolutely none). The specific locations and settings would never be repeated. Only after he's thoroughly cooked can things be discussed; as the process continues, feelings will naturally develop…

Compared to Bing Ge's current austere and simple life, where he hasn't tasted meat for three years, Shang Qinghua feels even more sorry for his son.

Therefore, no one with a brain would dare to step forward and make a fool of themselves at such a moment.

Inside the underground palace's council hall, everyone was busy with their own tasks. While mending the giant Immortal-Binding Rope net that Shen Qingqiu had torn apart, Sha Hualing secretly glanced at Luo Binghe, occasionally biting her lip in frustration. Mo Beijun sat to the west, half-drowsing with his eyes downcast, while Shang Qinghua was so bored he was shaking his leg.

He genuinely had nothing better to do and didn't want to come to the council hall. But this was demon territory, and if he didn't stay by Mo Bei Jun's side at all times, he might be devoured alive by other alien creatures.

Just as he was about to climb over to Mobei Jun's place, risking a beating, to ask the king to find a more relaxed spot to nap, Luo Binghe suddenly uttered two words.

"if."

The demons in the hall all perked up their ears.

Luo Binghe asked, "If you have feelings for someone special, how can you make them understand your feelings?"

her!

This is like grasping at any remedy when you're desperate!

Although he asked very subtly, it was obvious to everyone that he was seeking relationship advice.

They actually brought this kind of thing to the front of their subordinates for a serious discussion. Humans (and demons) really shouldn't fall in love; their IQ plummets the moment they do.

Of course, no one would directly expose him, but this question was too...incongruous with the demon race's style, and for a while, no one answered. Actually, the answer was so simple; any ordinary person could answer it. If you like it, just say it. Unfortunately, none of those present were "ordinary," and apart from Shang Qinghua, none of them were "human." Mo Beijun thought for a moment, and with his thought process, he didn't know what he interpreted "unusual," and said, "Beating someone three times a day?"

Luo Binghe made a "stop" gesture with one hand and wisely said, "You don't need to answer."

Of those present, only Sakura Rin possessed a gender advantage and might be adept at this type of question, so everyone else turned their attention to her. The extremely popular Sakura Rin, with a look of utter disbelief, wondered, "Why do I have to provide this kind of advice to the man I want to get my hands on?" She twitched her beautifully shaped eyebrows and the corners of her mouth, saying, "Why doesn't Your Majesty ask the Dream Demon Senior?"

Luo Binghe said, "I've already asked."

No one knew better than Shang Qinghua what kind of ridiculous answer the Nightmare Demon could give. This guy, like him, was definitely a "let's get it over with first" type! Shang Qinghua couldn't help but burst out with a "pfft!" and his composure crumbled.

Sha Hualing, who was feeling frustrated and had nowhere to vent her anger, seized this opportunity and exploded: "How dare you! Who do you think you are, not only daring to sneak into the council hall, but also daring to disrupt the meeting when His Majesty is discussing important matters!"

This kind of question... can't really be called discussing important matters, and he only made a spitting sound; how could that "disrupt the proceedings"? Given that this wasn't the first time Sha Hualing had picked a fight with him, Shang Qinghua was able to remain calm, sitting obediently in place, pretending to be invisible. Sure enough, Mo Bei Jun remained unmoved. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Sha Hualing angrily twisted her nails and said, "Your Majesty, Mo Bei Jun takes him everywhere he goes, never avoiding suspicion, even to the council hall. What exactly does this mean?"

Luo Binghe remained unmoved: "You see him every day, haven't you gotten used to it yet?"

Saharei almost fainted.

This was the first time in months that Brother Bing had commented on his existence! Shang Qinghua was instantly overjoyed, thinking, "My son finally acknowledged me! He finally acknowledged me! Hahaha!" But then, Luo Binghe looked at him and said, "Since you laughed, does that mean you have something to say?"

"..." Shang Qinghua was speechless. Sha Hualing exclaimed, "Ha!" and said, "Your Majesty's question is very true. Since he is so familiar with Shen... and others, he must have some extraordinary and insightful ideas. We are all ears."

Shang Qinghua turned to look at Mo Beijun sitting behind her. Seeing that he indeed had no intention of helping her out, she steeled herself and said decisively, "...Well...of course I have something to say! The secret is just one word: 'entanglement'!"

As the saying goes, "Even the most virtuous woman fears a persistent suitor, and a valiant man fears a beautiful woman. With enough effort, even an iron rod can be ground into a needle. Even if it's as straight as an embroidery needle, it can be bent into a paperclip!"

Sha Hualing said, "What straight and crooked? Don't use human dialects. Your Majesty, I think he's just making things up!"

Luo Binghe, however, was completely absorbed in the moment, muttering, "I haven't entangled you enough? Not enough?"

Shang Qinghua continued eloquently, “Entanglement is the main policy, but besides this one key word, there is another very important point to note. Gentlemen, you must know that a woman's love stems from admiration, while a man's love stems from pity. We will not discuss the situation of women for now, as I believe no woman can resist Your Majesty's unparalleled divine power, heaven-defying charm, and deep affection. Therefore, we will only discuss the other situation. If you want a man to understand you—no, you, to understand your feelings and respond—what should you do? It's very simple. No man dislikes a weak, cute, and docile object. So what is cute? Cute is someone or something that can evoke pity in a person's heart, so the object must be very obedient and…”

Flattery and nonsense flew side by side, and the crowd in the hall all peered at Luo Binghe, who sat high above: his face was gloomy, his pupils were fierce red, and a murderous aura was surging within him. He was the most vivid embodiment of the phrase "unapproachable." The distance between him and words like weak, cute, docile, and obedient was like an insurmountable chasm.

Saharei couldn't help but spit out a curse.

Shang Qinghua quickly shut up. Luo Binghe rubbed his temples: "Go on."

With his approval, Shang Qinghua continued his analysis, saying with ill intent, "We can take Shen Qingqiu as an example. He's a straight man... What does 'straight man' mean? Oh, a straight man is a normal man... Of course, I'm not saying Your Majesty isn't normal. He values ​​his dignity as a teacher, and teachers generally prefer obedient students, so the first step to gaining his favor is to be obedient..."

The demons and monsters in the hall were almost stunned by his unrestrained speech.

Sha Hualing: "Outrageous! You mean you want the Lord to pretend, pretend, pretend to be pitiful, and obey him? How could the Lord, the dignified ruler of the Demon Realm, do such a disgraceful thing?!"

That's exactly what I mean!

Shasha, turn your head and look at your lord's thoughtful expression. He seems to think that this kind of thing is a loss of face.

With passionate and eloquent words, Shang Qinghua finished his twenty-minute-long love counseling session. By then, Sha Hualing had already glared at him a thousand times over. As soon as Luo Binghe left, Shang Qinghua quickly moved to Mo Beijun's side, clinging to him tightly for protection.

Mo Beijun glanced at him sideways: "So, the most effective way to get a man's affection is to play the victim?"

Shang Qinghua thought for a moment, "Theoretically speaking, is that correct?"

Mobei Jun reached out his hand.

Shang Qinghua thought he was about to be beaten again and quickly covered his head. But he didn't experience the expected pain. Mo Beijun simply tapped him lightly on the top of his head.

Then, seemingly in a good mood, she got up and walked out of the council hall. Although Shang Qinghua was puzzled, she couldn't withstand the watchful gaze of Sha Hualing beside her, and hurriedly followed after her.

In the end, they still caused quite a scene.

Just as he had originally planned, Burial Ridge was blasted into countless flying sand and stones, billowing smoke and dust.

He also did a heroic deed, saving the flightless Mo Bei Jun. When he grabbed Mo Bei Jun's hand in mid-air, Shang Qinghua could see the astonishment in his eyes.

Perhaps due to his good performance, his treatment has recently improved, and he has even been allowed to go back to his hometown in Cangqiong Mountain for a visit.

Yue Qingyuan, this great philanthropist, disregarded past grievances and allowed him to return to Anding Peak to continue serving as a nominal peak master. These days in the Leisure Residence, Shang Qinghua was truly bored to the bone for the first time. After finishing his stockpile of melon seeds, he suddenly remembered that the system hadn't made a sound in a long time.

Shang Qinghua rarely took the initiative to contact the system, and the system gave him a groundbreaking response.

System: [Objective achieved. Downloading attachments upon returning to town.]

Shang Qinghua: "..."

A moment later, he began frantically shaking the (non-existent) system's shoulders: "Objective achieved?! Return-to-town area?! Which return-to-town area?! Is it the one I'm thinking of? Huh? System, this is the first time you've said so many words, please say a few more, please, hurry up!!!"

System: [The original settings for "The Arrogant Path of Immortals and Demons" are basically complete, with minor deviations in the romance plot. Objective achieved. The attachments for returning to the original world have finished downloading. Would you like to activate the return-to-town function?]

He agreed that the original concept was basically achieved, and all the plot holes had been filled. However, the "slight deviation in the romantic subplot" was a bit off, wasn't it? Bing-ge had already gone into a gay relationship, how could it be considered a "slight deviation"? Sigh, okay, okay, actually in his original concept, Bing-ge didn't have a romantic subplot. You can add one if you want, it doesn't matter. So, after all this rambling... does this mean he can go back to his original world?!?!

Shang Qinghua was in tears.

He hasn't written anything in a long time. He misses the pseudonym "Flying to the Sky," where the supporters and detractors are evenly matched; he misses the trolls in the book review section; he misses the generous donors; he misses his laptop, which he's used since freshman year and which often crashes; he misses the huge files on his hard drive, you know what I mean; and he misses the impressive stack of boxes of instant noodles behind his swivel chair, which he bought at wholesale prices but hasn't had a chance to try the latest flavors yet.

A dialog box pops up: "[Attachment downloaded. Enable?]" followed by two buttons of different colors.

Yes. We'll talk about it next time.

Shang Qinghua impulsively wanted to press the red button on the left.

But then, for some reason, my arm was grabbed.

Actually, he didn't have any relatives over there.

His parents divorced when he was young, and they went their separate ways and started their own families. Whenever they had a meal together, he felt very out of place, no matter which side he was on. He would politely serve food and smile politely, even more politely than if he were eating with complete strangers.

Although his father is his legal guardian, when they don't see each other, aside from the occasional phone call during holidays to ask if he needs money, they don't have much interaction. Sometimes he even forgets to ask if he needs money, and his father never reminds him. No matter where he is or who he's talking to, his most habitual and skillful tactic is to smile ingratiatingly.

After all, he's an adult. It's unavoidable that they have to pay for his university tuition, but he has to figure out how to cover his living expenses himself.

It was during that period of "thinking of a solution" that he unintentionally registered a pseudonym for the website "Endpoint" and started writing articles.

At first, it was purely for venting, and I wrote whatever I wanted. Although it flopped terribly and even getting published was a problem, it still managed to garner praise from a special group of people.

One day, I suddenly wanted to change my style and see if I could salvage my subscriptions, which my editors had become too lazy to care about. That's how I came up with "The Arrogant Immortal Demon Path," which became an instant hit.

Xiang Tian, ​​who was shooting down airplanes, had a sudden realization; he had "figured out a solution."

The more I write, the more of a homebody I become; the more homebody I become, the more I write. As a typical shut-in, all my close friends and compatible acquaintances are online, scattered across the globe. I basically have no friends like Mobei-jun.

Stop.

Mobei Jun? Friend?

He actually classified Mobei Jun as a "friend"?!

Shang Qinghua was startled by his own reaction, so he quickly grabbed a bag of dragon bone melon seeds, a specialty of Qiancaofeng, ate three jin of them to calm his nerves, and then went to sleep.

When Mo Beijun dragged him down Anding Peak and into the northern border of the Demon Clan, he was having a dream, his mouth full of salty melon seeds, after finishing his meal. In his dream, he was devouring the three pounds of hot excrement they had promised each other. He was woken up by the cold.

Mobei Jun threw him to the ground, facing the knife-like wind and snow of the northern frontier, his features and expression becoming even sharper.

Although he was very handsome, extremely handsome, Shang Qinghua was too cold to appreciate his good looks. If she opened her mouth to flatter him, her tongue would freeze, so she obediently shut her mouth, wrapped herself in the blanket, and shivered as she got up. A snow-covered fortress suddenly appeared on the ground ahead, and Mo Beijun walked towards it, with Shang Qinghua quickly following.

The gate of the fortress, made of ice bricks, opened and closed with a rumble. After passing through a long staircase, there was no one there until a few guards and maids near a bedroom appeared, not daring to breathe.

Shang Qinghua observed Mo Beijun's expression, which, while still as arrogant and aloof as ever, now held a touch more solemnity.

He couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, how long are we going to stand here?"

Mobei Jun did not move his head, but turned his eyes to him: "Seven days."

Shang Qinghua was utterly devastated.

Oh well, I might have to go back to masturbating soon anyway. I should take these seven days to say a proper goodbye. After all, once I go back, there won't be anyone to beat me up or make me do all the housework, like a slave, washing clothes, folding blankets, serving tea and water.

After standing there for a while, he felt colder and colder. The territory of the Mobei Clan was indeed not a place for humans to stay. Shang Qinghua kept running and jumping in place to avoid being frozen into an ice sculpture. Mobei Jun looked at him, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes. He reached out and pinched one of Shang Qinghua's fingers, as if the cold was being absorbed from that point of connection. Shang Qinghua felt that it was not so unbearable anymore.

I'm increasingly sentimental about the impending separation. I'm increasingly reluctant to leave.

Come to think of it, aside from his bad temper, poor life skills, being a bit spoiled, and prone to hitting people, Mobei Jun is actually quite good to us.

The benefits are good, and the salary is good. Even though beating him up is commonplace, only he can be beaten; no one else can. Besides, they haven't been beating him up much lately.

Shang Qinghua was deeply worried about her seemingly distorted view of happiness in life.

If he really went back, and if Mobei Jun suddenly wanted to find someone to beat up again, but couldn't find him anywhere, just imagining that situation actually made me feel a bit sad, like the end of a song and the loss of people.

Suddenly, a chill returned to him. Mo Beijun coldly asked, "Go back where?"

Shang Qinghua then realized that, in his sadness, he had actually spoken out his inner thoughts.

This is truly going to be "sad".

Mo Beijun tightened his grip, almost breaking his index finger: "Now you're saying you want to leave?"

Shang Qinghua hurriedly said, "No, no, not now!"

"Not now?" Mo Beijun asked. "What did you tell me?"

He vowed to follow the king for life. He'd uttered this slogan countless times. But he thought no one truly believed it…

After a long silence, Mobei Jun said, "If you want to leave, leave now. There's no need to wait seven days."

Shang Qinghua paused for a moment, then said, "Your Majesty, I am truly leaving. We will never meet again."

Mo Beijun looked at him with the gaze one would give an ant from ninety million feet above, and asked in return, "Why do you think I would care about this?"

Even Shang Qinghua, whose skin was thickened by years of experience, hesitated before his expression and words. He wanted to speak further, but things took an unexpected turn.

Mobei Jun said, "Get lost."

His body was suddenly thrown backward, crashing into the steel-like ice wall. The excruciating pain only numbed his back for a moment before spreading to his internal organs.

Mo Bei Jun didn't even raise his hand, nor did he even glance in his direction. Shang Qinghua's throat instantly filled with warm liquid that tasted of rust.

Although it was common for Mobei Jun to beat him up and often tell him to "get lost," Shang Qinghua had never felt such intense hatred and anger before.

As he had done countless times before, he got up from the ground, silently wiped the blood from his mouth, and silently offered a smile that no one appreciated.

After standing there for a while, still wanting to speak, Mo Beijun, unable to bear it any longer, shouted, "Get out!"

Shang Qinghua hurriedly rolled out.

To be honest, although no one would know what he was thinking, he still felt a little embarrassed.

The thought of "Mobei Jun" and "friend" had flashed through my mind earlier.