Chapter 92: Masturbation Adventure 3
Skyfly Chiji has a bad habit of cutting outlines.
Before he officially starts writing, he will first plant a small hint in the text and observe the trend of the book review area to decide what to include in the plot outline.
For example, Shen Qingqiu, who has been ranked as "a jerk who doesn't need to explain" more than 10,000 times, is a tragic product with a cut outline.
Oh, and there was also Brother Bing's father, who was chopped even more harshly and didn't even appear on the scene.
The benefit of this is that it serves the readers and at least ensures that the subscription does not take a nosedive into the pool.
The bad thing is that the original foreshadowing is useless, and the story is full of loopholes and traps. Readers who have a little pursuit, taste, and are not easily fooled will curse loudly.
Shooting Planes to the Sky is often very depressing. Because he actually doesn't like to write about crazy face slapping all the time, especially when the faces of the villains are all below the passing line. Occasionally, he also wants to create a three-dimensional villain with multiple sides, to show that he also has a basic study of human nature and a little pursuit of literary ideals.
But readers don't buy it.
So compared with the readers, human nature and literary ideals are nothing hahahahahahaha!
Let's get back to the point. It is precisely because of this bad habit that many of the original details are lost and the fetus is stillborn. For example...
When did Mobei-Jun catch Shang Qinghua?
Of course, the main storyline is that Brother Bing is so domineering and murderous, who cares how a cannon fodder like you became a spy?
The missing part will be automatically filled by this world. Therefore, Airplane Chicory completely lost his foresight advantage as the author, so when the plot really started, he was delayed by several shots before entering the state!
Senior Brother X drew out his sword (a sword that a disciple of Anding Peak would not have the opportunity to unsheathe even once in eight hundred years), and shouted with full force: "Who is this monster who dares to do this to you!"
The brothers were extremely excited and drew their swords: "How dare you show off in front of the disciples of Cangqiong Mountain Sect..."
Mobei-Jun was obviously in a very bad mood. He didn't even let the cannon fodder finish his entrance speech as usual. His knuckles crackled, icy arrows flew like the wind, and heads fell with a thud.
Shang Qinghua screamed and roared in his heart: So scary! But so handsome! So damn handsome!!!
But no matter how handsome he was, if he was destined to be killed by him in the future, Shang Qinghua would not do it!
Suddenly, Senior Brother X pushed him on the shoulder and said, "Go quickly!"
Shang Qinghua's heart was frying in oil and on fire, but he was extremely clear-headed, and his hands and feet were firmly stuck to the car like chewing gum: "What are you going to do?"
Senior Brother x: "Eliminate demons and defend justice, and enforce justice on behalf of heaven!"
Why don't you go first?
Shang Qinghua said, “Senior brother, please go first!”
Senior Brother I be cannon fodder at this time!”
Senior Brother X said without thinking: "What cannon fodder? If you can capture this demon, you will definitely make a great contribution and rise to prominence. This is the only way out for us outer disciples. It's right in front of us."
Shang Qinghua felt that he could no longer hold onto the car, and said with a broken heart, “I went. I really went!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he was peeled off the car alive, thrown to the ground, blocking in front of Mobei Jun's feet.
The sword is still half in its sheath, and I am undecided whether to draw it or not.
Mobei Jun sneered, and a cold blue flashed across his eyes. In a split second, Shang Qinghua hugged his thighs with a thud.
Brothers: "=口="
Mobei Jun: “==”
Shang Qinghua: "Your Majesty, please let me follow you for the rest of my life!"
Mobei Jun wanted to kick him away, but Shang Qinghua was too sticky. It was even more difficult to kill him with a palm strike, because he was like a gecko climbing a wall, flexibly crawling around and sticking firmly to people's thighs.
I couldn't help but get furious.
When the outer disciples of Anding Peak saw that he had such a unique skill, they were overjoyed and abandoned their carts and goods and ran away.
Shang Qinghua had just started cursing in his mind when within three seconds he heard screams from the front.
Countless slender, silver-white ice strings pierced his chest, splashing blood everywhere.
Seeing this, Shang Qinghua immediately clung to Mobei Jun's thigh and began to babble: "Your Majesty, please accept me. I am very useful!"
Mobei Jun's body seemed to tilt for a moment, and he said, "Oh? What are you for?"
“I can serve tea, water, wash clothes, and fold quilts… No.” Shang Qinghua gave him a considerate analysis: “Look, my king, I can be your undercover agent in the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, pass on intelligence, and realize the great feat of the demon clan unifying the human world.”
Mobei-jun hehe.
"You are an outer disciple from Anding Peak. If you act as an undercover agent, when will it take for the demons to unify the human world?"
Shang Qinghua said awkwardly: "Don't be discriminatory, this is not good."
Why do even the demons discriminate against their lineage... and their discrimination against the concept of "An Ding Peak" even exceeds their discrimination against "outer disciples"... I can't accept this, I really can't accept this!
While he was crying, grumbling, and refusing to obey, Mobei-Jun collapsed without any warning.
Shang Qinghua was still holding onto his thighs, but when Mobei-Jun fell, he was almost crushed, so he quickly let go. He squatted there in a daze for a while, and suddenly reacted:
Mobei-Jun came here with injuries, right?
No wonder his face is so stinky, he's so irritable, and he's so easy to push away!
Did you just happen to get hurt by your own hand?
Sometimes being cheap is an advantage!
Shang Qinghua moved over cautiously and examined it carefully.
As expected, there was a thin wound about the length of a finger joint on the lower back of Mobei Jun, probably on the right kidney. A golden sharp point protruded from the middle of the wound, vaguely visible as it was made of gold wire and had a complicated craftsmanship, and was in the shape of the edge of a petal.
So coquettish, it's the diamond-shaped dart from the Huanhua Palace, that's right!
This weapon was made up by the author, Airplane Chicory. The dart is thin and small, and is coated with a little anesthetic, so it is difficult for the person hit by the dart to feel that something has been shot into his body. If you move it too hard, the dart will "bloom" gorgeously, growing six sharp petals to cut the internal organs of the person hit. Does it sound familiar? It seems to be designed in conjunction with some kind of creature from the demon world, right? It doesn't matter, it's easy to handle. This can be explained as the diamond flower dart was designed by a senior from the Fantasy Flower Palace who escaped from the demon world based on the alien creature called "love thread". In short, don't pay attention to such details!
The voice-over ends, and the topic is forced back to the point.
In other words, this great devil who might very well kill him with one blow in the future, not only had his kidney stabbed by Huanhua Palace, but he was also under moderate anesthesia.
It seems that Mobei Jun just managed to escape from the encirclement of Huanhua Palace. The demons are very vengeful, and it just so happened that the Huanhua Palace suffered the most casualties during the encirclement of the Immortal Alliance, which fits in perfectly with his setting...
Shang Qinghua was muttering to himself with a smirk on his face. He searched the ground for a long time and found a stone half the size of his head. He weighed it and found it was quite heavy.
One, two, three, he pretended to hit Mobei Jun on the head, who had his eyes tightly closed.
The system has no warning prompts or interception sounds.
Shang Qinghua felt relieved.
No warning, that is to say: you can kill!
"My king, my king, this is God's will, please don't blame me." Shang Qinghua prayed insincerely, and then the stone fell!
——The car braked right in front of Mobei-Jun's perfect nose.
Mobei-Jun has extraordinary significance to him.
It can be said that Mobei Jun is the type of man that Juju dreams of becoming. Strong, cool, and doing his own thing, just like every child dreams of becoming Ultraman in childhood.
How could he watch him kill Ultraman with his own hands!!!
Shang Qinghua sighed for a while.
After sighing, I thought shamelessly that it would be better if I just stopped watching.
So he turned his head and raised the stone high.
——No, it still can't be done.
Shang Qinghua threw away the heavy weapon with a bang, his eyes sparkling, and he was about to pounce on Mobei-Jun.
No, no, the more I look at it, the more I feel that this face is too demonic.
In fact, he doesn't really think highly of Bingge's fair-skinned and pretty appearance. Kikuchi gave the protagonist this configuration just to make the stallion's hardware more complete, and the stallion must be grown scientifically. The protagonist can't help but be criticized, Bingge can be said to be a fan every three steps and a hater every five steps.
But Mobei-Jun is different. The supporting characters are meant to be loved, but Mobei-Jun has hardly ever been criticized.
This character was created entirely according to his preferences. As a character secretly favored by the author, Mobei Jun embodies the aesthetic of a literati's ideal homosexuality.
Don't ask why Luo Binghe doesn't reflect his aesthetics. Luo Binghe's role is mainly to satisfy his desire to pretend to be cool and slap people in the face [cross out] and □□ [cross out].
Even though she hasn't fully grown yet, she still fully lives up to his sixteen-character mantra of "deep eyes, high nose bridge, full of masculine spirit, and unparalleled coldness and arrogance."
This is the dream handsome man in his heart!
The stone weapon was raised and dropped, dropped and raised again. For the first time in Shang Qinghua's life (his life after traveling here), he was faced with a difficult life choice.
Finally, Shang Qinghua decided: Let's get a room!
Go to the inn to book a room...oh no, a house.
There were corpses everywhere. Shang Qinghua hesitated for a moment, then dumped the pile of heavy and useless things from Qingjing Peak from the cart like garbage. He carried Mobei Jun up, face down, and covered his face, which he couldn't control himself at the sight of himself.
The Cangqiong Mountain Sect could not return for the time being. They would not be able to notice what had happened so quickly, because this trip was supposed to take seven days, and only two days had passed.
It was a great opportunity. To stay by the side of the young demon prince when he was attacked and was physically and mentally vulnerable was a favor.
Shang Qinghua consoled himself in this way while grunting as he pushed the cart towards the city.
Shang Qinghua used the little pocket money he had saved over the years to book a room.
He was currently just an ordinary outer disciple, without the authority to manage accounts or embezzle public funds. Opening a room was the limit of his financial ability. So naturally, it was a single room. And naturally, there was only one bed in the room.
It is only natural that this bed belongs to someone.
For himself, of course!
Shang Qinghua stretched out on the bed for a while, stretched his muscles, then climbed up and carried Mobei-Jun to the bed.
Just kidding, Mobei-Jun is already in a bad mood and angry when he gets hurt. When he wakes up and finds himself lying on the ground or curled up in a chair, he will be desperate. Be careful that he will shoot you with a bunch of ice spikes without any reason.
Just now, Shang Qinghua bought some xx ointment when he passed by the pharmacy. Although according to the vitality of the demon race, if he just left it alone, no matter how big the hole was, it would slowly heal, but since he had decided to cling to someone, he had to know how to abandon his reserve and show his sincerity. He generously dug a large lump and plugged the hole in Mobei Jun's kidney. When he felt that it was almost plugged, he turned Mobei Jun over and put him in the sleeping beauty posture with his hands clasped together. He admired the perfect face that he had ideally modeled in his mind, and then Shang Qinghua slept on the outside of the bed with his hands as a pillow.
The summer night was sultry, and even with the windows open there was no breeze at all.
After tossing and turning for half the night, I finally took a nap, but was suddenly kicked to the ground in the buttocks.
Shang Qinghua was almost frightened to death by this kick.
He rolled and crawled under the table in shock, and turned his head to see Mo Beijun sitting upright on the bed, with a bright blue light in his eyes as if he was overcharged.
Shang Qinghua had already thought of the lines, and he spoke with great emotion, beating his chest and stamping his feet, "My king, you are finally awake—"
Mobei Jun remained unmoved and looked at him coldly.
Shang Qinghua: "Do you still remember who I am?"
The other party ignored him, and Shang Qinghua did not feel awkward at all. He said to himself: "Well, we just met on the path. I said I would follow you for the rest of my life and be your lord..."
Mobei Jun interrupted him: "Why are you holding me?"
“…A thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket…” Shang Qinghua was stunned: “What did you say? What did I do to you?”
"Hold me."
Suddenly I realized what was going on.
It was as hot as an oven this damn day, but Mobei-Jun had a cold constitution. He was half asleep and subconsciously leaned towards the cooler side. The cooler and more comfortable he felt, no wonder he dreamed of a big ice cream. He happily wrapped his four limbs around it like an octopus, licking it and shedding tears.
Shang Qinghua carefully looked at Mobeijun's face and neck. There was no unusual moisture on them, and he couldn't help but say Amitabha.
He said cautiously, "Your body is cold, I'm afraid you might die, that's why I'm holding you."
Upon hearing this, Mobei Jun sneered, "Idiot. I was born this way. The colder my body is, the better. I'm not a human."
Shang Qinghua had been observing his expression the whole time. When he saw that his expression had relaxed, he immediately smiled. Just as he was about to crawl out from under the table, Mobei Jun suddenly returned to his cold voice and expression: “You dare to try again.”
Shang Qinghua immediately stopped moving, and hugged his wooden leg pitifully, curling up under the table like a hamster.
"What is your purpose?"
Shang Qinghua said shamelessly: "I don't have any purpose, I just want to follow you for the rest of my life."
Mobei Jun pretended not to hear: "You are an outer disciple of Anding Peak."
Shang Qinghua now always felt that when others emphasized the three words "An Ding Peak", it was a kind of discrimination. He was afraid that he would think he was useless and die directly, so he stuck his head out and said, "Your Majesty, listen to me, I am still young and I still have a chance to rise..."
"Go in!"
Shang Qinghua quickly retreated to a safe area.
When Mobei Jun was satisfied with the distance, he asked, "Are you helping me for the 'chance of ascension'?"
As expected, he was so arrogant that he did not use the weak verb "save", but instead used the auxiliary word "help".
Shang Qinghua didn't know how to answer.
"No"? The credibility is less than 3%. "Yes"? Mobei-Jun despises those kind of villains without integrity, which is why the original novel killed the original Shang Qinghua without mercy, because from the beginning, there was no intention to let this guy live. Why bother to say it out loud and lower the favorability?
Fortunately, Mobei-Jun had already made up his mind. Shang Qinghua had already been labeled as "a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death, so he must flatter his master and betray him." He didn't need his answer. He snorted coldly and lay down again.
Shang Qinghua waited for a long while without taking any further action.
Does this... count as 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 it would not be so easy to give up.
In the end, Shang Qinghua still didn't dare to come forward, and he just hid under the table, messing around all night.
After toiling away most of the night, Shang Qinghua woke up in the morning and officially began his busy day of working like a horse.
In the morning alone, Shang Qinghua worked tirelessly running up and down more than twenty times and changed the water in the bathtub seven or eight times.
This water is for Mobei Jun to heal his wounds. It is more convenient to soak in water for ice treatment. In less than half an hour, a good bucket of water can be turned into ice chips.
Shang Qinghua huddled in a corner, chewing on the dry food he brought with him while watching Mobei-Jun take off his clothes.
As he watched, he suddenly realized that Mobei-Jun was still wearing his clothes and was staring at him not very happily.
Shang Qinghua chewed his food for a few times, and hurriedly ate a few more mouthfuls to prevent Mobei-Jun from suddenly asking him to hand over the dry food.
Mobei Jun: "Very free?"
Shang Qinghua said hurriedly: "It's not salty, this one is sweet."
Before he could take a few more bites, several dark shadows swooped over his head and face.
So Shang Qinghua was no longer idle, he also had to wash clothes for his new master.
Yes, the young prince of the demon clan came out wearing such clothes, which were full of holes, blood and sweat. How could he still wear them? Of course, he needed to sew, mend, wash and dry them.
The world of low-magic fairy tales is so unromantic, a bleak, abominable realism! Shang Qinghua swore that if he had the chance to become the sky-shooting plane Juju again, he would write a high-magic fantasy novel next time, the kind that could be eaten alive by imagination and chewed by dogs by science, weaving clouds into shirts and cutting the moon into belts, all the hard work can be solved by waving his little finger, and there will no longer be a need for the sad existence of An Ding Peak!
After considerately mending the small hole in Mobei Jun’s kidney, squeezing it clean and hanging it in the room, Shang Qinghua felt that he had performed well enough that day, and shamelessly tried to climb onto the bed. However, before he could get to the edge of the bed, history repeated itself and he was kicked again.
He sat on the ground, tears in his eyes, "My king, if you don't let me lie on the bed, what if you get cold, thirsty, hungry, or want to turn over at night?"
Mobei Jun said: "It's easy."
A rope, one end tied to Mobei Jun's finger, the other end tied to Shang Qinghua...
On your finger?
It's not that good, it's just on the neck.
Shang Qinghua lay on the ground, thinking that this man was living a life worse than a dog's... The only way he could think of to comfort himself was that at least Mobei-Jun was not a pervert, and the other end was not tied to [beep——], which was inhumane.
This hard life lasted only four days, but Shang Qinghua felt like he was living a year in a day. He even had nightmares at night.
In the middle of the night, Shang Qinghua was sleeping soundly and had another dream.
This time he dreamed that he was still in the real world, crying in front of his computer. Next to him was a fierce, sturdy man who was hitting him in the face with a prickly cucumber and roaring, "What kind of crap are you writing!"
Xiang Tian shot the airplane and tried desperately to avoid Huanggua, trying to explain: "I haven't typed for a long time! Brother Jueshi Huanggua, please don't do this!"
Peerless Cucumber: "Why don't you update it quickly!" As he said that, a rope was put around his neck.
Shang Qinghua struggled to wake up in agony, his neck still tensing. Looking over, Mobei-Jun was lying on the bed, pulling the rope tied to his hand with great frequency.
Shang Qinghua said weakly, "What would you like to order, my king?"
After asking twice, I realized that Mobei-Jun was not teasing me on purpose. He was completely unconscious, tossing and turning uncomfortably. Poor Shang Qinghua, whose neck was being pulled, his eyeballs were almost squeezed out by him being hit twice.
Mobei-Jun frowned, but continued to roll around restlessly.
Shang Qinghua tiptoed to the bedside, and when he saw the beads of sweat on his smooth forehead and his clothes that were slightly hot, he understood.
Mobei Jun looked like he only had a minor wound, but in fact, the situation was a bit serious, but he refused to say anything. In addition, ice magicians hate hot weather, and it was midsummer, so the wound might be showing a disease similar to inflammation.
Your kidneys are taking so long to heal, maybe you need some kidney supplements to strengthen them!
Shang Qinghua went out resigned to his fate, not afraid of being knocked on the door in the middle of the night. He asked for two palm-leaf fans, came back with one on the left and one on the right, and fanned himself with all his might.
He yawned continuously while fanning himself, and his eyes were almost blurry. In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, he seemed to see that Mobei-Jun's eyes were open. His icy blue pupils were bright and cold in the moonlight, like a pair of gorgeous and eerie cat's eyes.
This situation was truly frightening. Shang Qinghua shuddered, opened his eyes wide, and took another good look. It was clearly closed.
When I woke up, I found that something was wrong.
He actually slept on the bed.
It was a close call. Fortunately, Mobei-Jun hasn't woken up yet. If he had, he would have kicked his brains out!
Shang Qinghua quickly jumped off the bed and lay down on his own floor.
After a while, Mobei-Jun finally sat up.
Shang Qinghua was worried, it was just a little bit short. If he had woken up a little later, he would have been covered in blood.
The next day, with the permission of the King of Mobei, he was finally able to see the light of day again and go out for a walk on the street.
In fact, he hugged Mobei Jun's thigh and cried, "My king, I'm out of dry food. My cultivation is not high enough to let you eat whenever you want or not. If you don't let me go to the street to buy dry food, I'm starving to death in this room. Be careful that my corpse stinks for you..."
I ordered a bowl of porridge from a shop on the corner. The porridge was as clear as water. I looked down and saw my own shadow, which looked as haggard as a yellow flower hit by rain and being bullied.
Just when he was feeling miserable, he suddenly heard someone calling him "Junior Brother" from behind.
When he turned around, he saw four or five young men with fluttering sleeves and ethereal looks, carrying long swords on their backs, walking towards him solemnly.
Fellow disciples, fellow disciples from the Cangqiong Mountain School!
Yes, seven days have passed, and the organization sent someone to find him!
Shang Qinghua's eyes filled with tears. He ran out and trembled as he stretched out his hand: "Senior Brother! Senior Brother Wei!"
The leading young man was very different from the others. He had two swords hanging from his waist, one long and one short. His sleeves were as fluttering as the breeze. He was none other than Senior Brother Wei Qingwei from Wanjian Peak. He took the sword and said with emotion, "X Junior Brother, you...what's wrong with you? I haven't seen you for a few days. How come you look so different that you don't even look like a human anymore!"
“…”
Shang Qinghua said awkwardly: "That's probably because I'm not Senior Brother X."
He just doesn't eat well and is a little thinner now, what do you mean he is not in human form? And Brother Wei, I have wiped every sword on the Wanjian Peak sword testing platform more than three times, and you also asked me to sweep your room and cook for you, you forgot about your face so quickly!
Wei Qingwei smiled and said, "I'm just kidding. Junior Brother Shang, why are you the only one here? Where are the others? Why did you postpone your return? What happened?"
"Uh, the others... the others..."
The close combat was too sudden, and Shang Qinghua couldn't make up a perfect story at the moment. He could only 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 squatting down and poking his face. The others said, "Brother, he is fainted, what should we do?"
Wei Qingwei poked and said, "What can we do? Let's go back first."
dome peak.
Rows of corpses were placed outside the main hall. All the Anding Peak outer disciples who had gone down the mountain to pick up the goods that day, except for Shang Qinghua, were lying here.
Shang Qinghua knelt in front of the corpse, tears falling from his eyes.
There's no way. It's not easy to survive in this world of cultivation. For someone like him with such bad congenital conditions, it would be impossible if his tear glands were not well developed.
After the peak masters finished their questions, the atmosphere became tense, and they went into the hall to discuss.
Suddenly, the sound of the rings on the sword tassels clashing against each other was heard, and a young man in the Qingjingfeng school uniform slowly approached.
The boy had fair skin, long eyebrows, pale lips, and a slightly mean look. His black hair and blue ribbons were scattered behind his shoulders, and he held a long sword in his arms. He was the mean ghost of the dead star, a rare flower on the Qingjing Peak, and the leading villain of the generation in "The Proud Immortal Demon Path" - Shen Qingqiu.
After Shen Qingqiu checked the body, he asked casually, "Did the demons ask you to bring any message or anything?"
Shang Qinghua was stunned: "No?"
Shen Qingqiu raised his chin slightly, so he often looked down upon others. Every time Shang Qinghua spoke to him, he felt that he was looking down upon him. Although it didn't matter if he looked down upon him, he was used to it…
Shen Qingqiu smiled and said, "This is very strange. Seven or eight people are all dead. If they didn't have something for you to tell us, why would they leave you alive?"
Shang Qinghua blinked, "Uh——"
Shen Qingqiu really laughed this time: "Shang - Junior Brother. How did you manage to escape unscathed and return to Cangqiong Mountain Sect?"
The words here must not be treated lightly.
Shen Qingqiu is different from those paper cannon fodders with an IQ of 40. He is definitely not easy to fool. If you find out something about him and report him, your undercover career will end before it even begins.
After pretending to be stupid and laughing for 30 seconds, Shang Qinghua's head lighted up, and he immediately stammered, "This... might be because..."
Because he knelt without hesitation?
Because the king shouted loudly and sincerely?
Because dignity was abandoned so cleanly and decisively?
Shen Qingqiu waited patiently, and what followed was a burst of heart-wrenching coughing.
Shang Qinghua coughed until tears rolled down his cheeks. He took a step back, a look of disgust on his face.
Every thing has its own conqueror. Just wait and see who I will summon to deal with you!
Sure enough, five seconds later, Yue Qingyuan's voice came from behind: "Junior Brother Qingqiu, the demons have no rules to follow, and Junior Brother Shang has escaped the disaster with great difficulty. Even if you have something to ask, it is better to wait for him to calm down."
Out! The god-level summoned beast good guy Yue Qingyuan has arrived at the battlefield!
Shang Qinghua began to count silently.
Shen Qingqiu raised his hand and said, "Okay. My words are not pleasant to listen to, so I won't say any more. Senior Brother Yue, please go in."
1hit.
Yue Qingyuan said: "The brothers from Anding Peak are here to help Qingjing Peak. Why should you be so stingy as to show them even a little sympathy... Brother Shang, why are you coughing more and more? Do you want me to ask Brother Mu from Qiancao Peak to come and take a look at you?"
Shang Qinghua shook his head towards Yue Qingyuan with tears of gratitude. Continue counting: 2 hits.
Shen Qingqiu sneered: "Each of the twelve peaks has its own duties and strengths. Anding Peak is originally for this purpose. Why does Senior Brother Yue have to say that they are so aggrieved, as if only the Anding Peak of Cangqiong Mountain Sect has something to do. Besides, don't you think they don't curse each other enough behind their backs on weekdays?"
3hit.
Yue Qingyuan remained patient throughout, and was about to say something, but Shen Qingqiu immediately said, "Stop. Thank you, Senior Brother Yue, for your teachings. Qingqiu will listen to you again later. I'm leaving now."
!
He knew that if these two people talked for more than five sentences, they would definitely end up in a bad mood.
Shen Qingqiu walked away holding the Xiu Ya Sword. Yue Qingyuan turned back and said, "Junior Brother Shang, you are frightened."
Shang Qinghua said hurriedly: "No, no, no..."
Compared with the fatigue and exploitation he had endured in the past few days, the little shock was nothing at all!
Because of this incident, I don't know whether the old leader of Anding Peak wanted to appease Shang Qinghua or not, but he promoted him to a formal disciple.
Shang Qinghua talked all the way, went back to Datong Shop to pack his things, and then reported to Xianrenju on the highest floor of Anding Peak.
Yes, you read it right. The dormitory where the disciples of Anding Peak, who had been busy all their lives and worked like servants, lived was actually called "Xianrenju". Idle ass! Xiang Tian swore that he had not made any mockery when he first came up with this name, but now looking at these three words, he deeply felt the malice of this world.
Shang Qinghua found his own little room, and despite being exhausted both physically and mentally, he insisted on making his bed. He turned around and poured himself a glass of water. When he looked back, someone was already sitting on the bed.
The teacup in his hand fell to the ground in a very clichéd way. His feet went limp and he sat on the ground: "...Your Majesty."
Mobei Jun's voice was as cold as ice: "Follow me forever, huh?"
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