Chapter 95 Extra: Adventures in Masturbating an Airplane 6 (with Postscript)
After the guards of the underground ice fortress were dismissed, there was no demon at all. .Interview:. . Mobei Jun must have thought that he had "rolled away" obediently, and did not expect that he would come back, so when Shang Qinghua returned to the corridor in front of the bedroom, he was not discovered. He stopped there, swam up to the roof beam along the huge corridor column that could be hugged by three people, and found a place where he would never be seen and sat down.
However, although this position won't be seen by others, you can't see others either!
Mo Beijun's cold voice sounded, and he seemed to be trying hard to suppress his anger.
He asked, "What are you doing here?"
A strange young man's voice said with a smile: "My nephew has succeeded me. I came to ask for a glass of wedding wine. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Mobei Jun did not answer, but snorted, and after a while he said, "What kind of wedding wine is good to drink?"
Another voice said, "After these seven days, you will be the true Lord of Mobei. Isn't this worthy of congratulations?"
Shang Qinghua knew who this was and which part of the original novel had been messed up and delayed until now.
This is fatal. Mobei Jun is in big trouble.
The uninvited guest is Mobei-jun's uncle, Lin Guang-jun!
And the person lying in the bedroom must be the corpse of Mobei-Jun's father, whom he had probably only seen a few times since he was born.
According to his plan, after the death of each monarch of the Mobei clan, 70% of the gongti will be passed on to the next generation of heirs. This moment is extremely critical. In his original work, Lin Guangjun targeted this juncture and launched a sneak attack on the last day when Mobeijun was at the critical juncture of digesting the gongti. Because the original legal first-line heir was Mobeijun, Lin Guangjun was not qualified to inherit the gongti, and it was useless to force it. Illegal is illegal, and the ancestors will not recognize it. But if Mobeijun died after officially succeeding to the throne, he would be the only Mobei bloodline, and then the 70% gongti would be too happy to take over.
According to the original novel, there should be a Brother Bing who plays the pig to eat the tiger, escorting him, and then extorting money from the Mobei clan after Mobei Jun ascends the throne. But the Brother Bing in this world shamelessly harassed his master at this time. How could he have time to care about this? What Mobei Jun brought back was actually himself, who was useless!
Shang Qinghua grabbed the "random" hair wildly: Great King, you, you, you, you, why did you bring me back? ! I can't lift anything, how can I protect you? For such a life-threatening matter, of course you have to find a confidant, the best ally! Even if you can't tear Brother Bing off his master like a piece of taffy, at least ask him to borrow a few tens of thousands of black-armored generals? You can't ask me for help at the lowest price. Apart from serving tea, delivering water, washing clothes and folding quilts, what other skills do I have that are not amateur level! ! !
Without the immortal aura and the immortal golden body that he had personally bestowed on the male protagonist, at the fatal moment seven days later, Mobei Jun...
Lin Guangjun asked: "On such an important day, why didn't you bring anyone?"
"..." Mobei Jun replied coldly: "I didn't bring it."
Lin Guangjun chuckled and said, "You did bring it originally, didn't you? I saw it. When I came here, I happened to bump into someone walking out. Was that the... the leader of Anding Peak who was said to have followed you? How did he offend you? You got beaten like that. I heard rumors and thought your temper had improved."
After a long time, no one answered.
Lin Guangjun smiled again and said, "Uncle, I'm just asking, why are you looking at me so unkindly?"
Mobei Jun said bluntly: "I hope you get out."
"Your words really hurt the demon's heart. Unfortunately, our clan has no rule that other people are not allowed to watch the succession ceremony, right? Besides, I am your father's younger brother. If it weren't for you, I would definitely be the one standing here waiting to inherit the throne today."
Mobei-Jun seemed to know that he couldn't get rid of him, so he said no more. Linguang-Jun, however, was very proud and didn't know how to restrain himself: "Alas, you have grown up and become a lord, and you are really different. You were much cuter when you were a child."
Shang Qinghua wiped his sweat as he listened to the familiar lines, feeling slightly ashamed that he had actually written such a shameless character. This uncle actually had the nerve to mention his childhood.
Mobei-Jun had been an orphan since childhood, and the person he was closest to was this uncle who was not much older than him. However, because of some troubles and emotional disputes between the brothers of the previous generation, Linguang-Jun really didn't like this nephew. One time, when other demons were not paying attention, he coaxed this obedient nephew out of the gate and threw him into the human world, letting a bunch of cultivator thugs chase this ignorant, panicked, and falling little demon for several days.
At that time, Mobei Jun was only about the age of a four-year-old human child. If his father hadn't remembered more than ten days later suddenly his son didn't seem to follow his brother for the past few days, and asked about it casually, Mobei Jun might have been locked up in the water prison of Huanhua Palace and scared to death. To a demon of that age, a group of people who were hanging around him and drinking were just a group of monsters who ate hair and drank blood randomly. Imagine what a four-year-old human child would react to being caught and locked up in a demon cave. It's about the same.
The previous Lord of Mobei had a heart as big as a basin, the basin of the Sichuan Basin. Anyway, his son was finally rescued and survived safely, so he didn't take it too seriously. He said a few words to his younger brother and told them to continue to "get along well" in the future.
After being brought back with dishevelled hair and dirty face, Mobei Jun never spoke to this uncle who he used to love the most again. As he grew older, the problem became more and more serious, to the point where he finally refused to talk to anyone and felt deeply resentful and annoyed by all betrayals.
Shang Qinghua reviewed the bloody and cold young master's growth history in his mind, and reflected on it. Mainly, he reflected on whether the indifferent and cold nature of the demons was too inhumane. Second, he reflected on why he didn't add a setting that "no idle people are allowed to wait at the succession ceremony, even direct relatives are not allowed." As a result, during the period of mourning and waiting for the succession, Mobei Jun was not allowed to leave, nor could he drive away Linguang Jun without reason.
Shang Qinghua spent seven days reflecting on himself and feeling terrified, and finally waited until the last day.
Seven days had passed since the ceremony, and when the time came for Mobei Jun to officially inherit the body, he wisely delayed making any move. However, he had to make some moves sooner or later.
Lin Guangjun asked: "Why? Why are you hesitating?"
Because you are standing here!!!
Lin Guangjun said: "Are you afraid that I will attack you? How could that be? I am your uncle. Mobei, you must seize the moment. If you don't start now, you will miss it. There is no chance of recovery. Do you need me to remind you?"
If he didn't start right away, his gong would naturally dissipate, which was like a huge inheritance being blown away by the wind; if he started right away, Lin Guangjun, who definitely had bad intentions, would be watching him covetously. Mo Beijun was in a dilemma.
Everything goes just like the original, except that the invincible Brother Bing is missing and the clueless Hua Di is added.
In the end, Mobei-Jun still sneered.
Shang Qinghua gritted his teeth and, despite the risk of being beheaded by the demon, stuck his head out. Almost at the moment when a ball of blue light flew out from the bedroom and covered Mobei-Jun, Linguang-Jun suddenly made a move!
Mobei Jun was prepared and stretched out one hand to receive his extremely sinister palm. But he was distracted and a trace of demonic energy slipped into his palm. This trace of demonic energy that did not belong to him was raging in Mobei Jun's body.
Lin Guangjun said coldly: "I was wondering why there are still guards here. Didn't you leave seven days ago? What? Are you back to protect your master? I didn't expect you to be so loyal."
Shang Qinghua was when he couldn't see him at first, but his legs became even fine softer when he saw him. Although Lin Guangjun was handsome, he was also handsome in a feminine and sinister way. His double peach eyes were like poison needles, shining coldly. When he smiled, his teeth were slightly exposed, and they were white, especially suitable for biting raw meat!
Shang Qinghua stood in front of Mobei Jun with his head held high: "First, who said I came back to protect my master? Second, who told you that he is my master's?"
Lin Guangjun: "Then why are you standing in front of me now?"
Shang Qinghua said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Adding insult to injury!"
As he was talking nonsense, his hands were shaking, and he pointed at his own face, trembling: "Look at what he did to me. Your nephew has a really good temper!"
Mobei-Jun spat out a mouthful of blood behind him. He must have been pissed off by him.
Shang Qinghua cried and complained: "Over the years, my broken ribs could form a bone burial hill, and the blood I vomited could drown myself. Loyal? Who the hell can be loyal to this kind of person... this kind of demon. He treated me like this, and if Shang Qinghua can still swallow his anger and not retaliate, I am unworthy of being the leader of Anding Peak!"
When saying this, Shang Qinghua didn't dare to look back at Mo Beijun's expression. His back was almost frozen!
Lin Guangjun laughed and said, "Mobei, did you hear me? I really sympathize with you. You are destined to be betrayed forever. How can you lead the Mobei clan like this? If you really succeed, with your physique, won't our clan be in danger of being overthrown at any time? You should listen to your uncle and leave the important matters to me. Just go ahead."
Lin Guangjun was in a good mood as his long-cherished wish was about to come true. He said to him generously, "How do you want to take advantage of someone's misfortune?"
With a chuckle, Shang Qinghua used a fire magic technique and threw it behind him.
Lin Guangjun felt a wave of heat hitting his face, and red light danced in front of his eyes. The Mobei Ice Clan hated fire the most, especially since this fire didn't seem to be ordinary fire, but was caused by a few Xuan Yang fire seeds that Shang Qinghua shamelessly asked Shen Qingqiu to make for him. Lin Guangjun's disgust was mixed with a bit of fear, and he immediately stepped back and covered his face, feeling a little surprised.
He thought to himself, "I never expected that the rumored leader of Anding Peak is actually such a ruthless character. I heard that Mobei was very kind to him, but who would have thought that he would be so vicious after years of hiding and forbearing, and would burn Mobei to death with the flame of the immortal family. It's not an easy death, this fire will probably burn him to charcoal ash! If he had used this spell on me just now, I'm afraid I would have been killed. I wonder if he still has a few of these powerful fire seeds left. Regardless of whether he has any, this person must not be left alive."
But when he finished his calculations, he stood still and took a look, and immediately became furious.
Mobei Jun was not engulfed by the flames, but was enveloped in the flames. Shang Qinghua's fire did not hit him, but drew a large circle around him, and the dancing Xuanyang True Fire surrounded them.
Although Mobei-Jun couldn't leave the circle, Linguang-Jun couldn't enter it either. If he used force from a distance, his ice magic would be melted by the Xuanyang True Fire. From this point of view, it didn't look like an attacking magic, but more like a - protective circle!
Realizing he had been cheated, Rinko-kun's face immediately darkened.
Mobei-Jun was hit by a vicious demonic energy from Linguang-Jun, which was wreaking havoc in his limbs. He knelt on one knee, his face turning pale and blue, without even a second glance at the others. Shang Qinghua frantically circled around him, unable to help. Linguang-Jun walked around the Xuanyang Fire Circle from a distance, sneering as he walked.
He said, "I was wrong just now. You are not only loyal, but you are also loyal and brave. You came back to die for my useless nephew in vain! I just don't know how long you can 'hold on' in this circle?"
This remark hit Shang Qinghua where it hurts.
He threw out all the fire that Shen Qingqiu gave him at once, without leaving any room for anything. He squatted beside Mobei Jun and prayed like a chicken: "My God, did you hear me? He wants to kill me, your uncle wants to kill me! You must digest it quickly, I really don't know how long this circle can last!"
Suddenly, there was a loud sound of cracking rocks, and ice, dust and frost fell from above.
Shang Qinghua squatted unsteadily, swaying twice along with the dancing flames.
I saw Lin Guangjun take one hand back from a pillar and said, "Do you think I can't do anything to you if you don't come out?"
He wanted to collapse the ice castle and kill or bury Mobei-Jun alive!
Seeing that the cracks were creeping out of the icicle, and Ringuang-Jun was about to strike out with his second palm, Shang Qinghua hurriedly said, “Come out, come out, come out now!”
Like a frog filled with hatred and resentment jumping into a frying pan, he slowly jumped out of the circle.
Once you come out, forget about going back in. Rinkou-kun is like a ghost and grabs him: "What's the point of you coming out? Put out the fire!"
In fact, he was a little panicked. He didn't know how long it would take for Mo Beijun to suppress the evil spirit. If he had finished regulating his breathing and digested the 70% of the body before the Xuan Yang Fire died out, wouldn't today's change have become a farce?
Shang Qinghua said: “I only know how to set fires, not how to put them out.”
Rinkou-kun: "Then let him out!"
Shang Qinghua: “This… Your Majesty, look at his current state. He can’t do anything even if he wants to.”
Lin Guangjun sneered and placed his hand on Shang Qinghua’s heart.
He asked kindly, "Then tell me, if your heart is freezing, would he come out on impulse?"
Shang Qinghua: “If this kind of thing can be solved by ‘impulsive action’, I suggest that you, Lord, try to rush in on ‘impulsive action’ yourself…”
He couldn't say the rest.
Lin Guangjun hummed the Ice Magic Art softly, turning it into a cheerful yet vicious little tune, and said, "Mobei, my uncle is really surprised that you have a running dog who refuses to betray you even in this situation. It would be a pity to lose such a good dog, isn't it?"
There was ice and snow near the heart cavity.
Shang Qinghua's lips turned purple, and he raised his hand and said, "Your Excellency."
Rinkou-kun: “Speak.”
Shang Qinghua: "You're freezing my heart by doing this. I-I can't make a sound. It doesn't sound pathetic enough. Dada can't achieve your goal of him 'acting on impulse'. I suggest...I suggest you just hit me. I promise to scream hard and scream miserably."
Rinkou-kun: "Oh. But my hands are heavy. What if I lose control and kill you?"
Shang Qinghua: “No, no, no, I can handle it. I’m used to it. I often get smacked by your nephew…”
Before he finished speaking, Shang Qinghua personally experienced how "heavy" Rinkou-kun's hand was.
He did not use any magic energy, but only physical attacks. Shang Qinghua could clearly hear the sound of each of his ribs breaking, and the hissing sound of his chest leaking air after vomiting too much blood.
When his teeth were slightly loose, Shang Qinghua thought that compared with his uncle and other demons, Mobei Jun was really too gentle and kind, just like a little angel.
The longer he delayed, the more anxious Rinkou-kun became, approaching a rage. He stepped firmly on his back, pulled up one of his arms, and said with a sneer, "Didn't you promise to scream hard and scream miserably? Why are you so tight-lipped that you haven't made a sound yet?"
This action brought some extremely bad associations to Shang Qinghua, and he quickly spat out the pool of hot blood in his mouth and shouted sincerely.
Lin Guangjun said: "Well, it's good. Unfortunately, it's not tragic enough. I'll help you."
A horrible pain of tearing tendons, flesh, skin and bones came from his shoulder. Shang Qinghua opened his mouth and let the fear overwhelm him, but he couldn't scream.
But the pain did not develop to the point where it was out of control. Suddenly, his hand, which had been pulled back, dropped limply.
A corner of his dark blue robe billowed in front of him, with snow all over his collar.
Mobei-Jun unexpectedly rushed out of the fire circle and slapped Linguang-Jun in the chest!
Lin Guangjun was caught off guard by this palm strike on the chest, half of his chest collapsed, and the demonic energy around him seemed to have been punched through a big hole, leaking out for thousands of miles. He felt cold in his heart: the power of this kid's attack was incomparable to the past, and he was finally dragged over and consumed all the skills passed down from generation to generation by the Mobei clan!
Moreover, he was not even afraid of the Xuan Yang True Fire and passed through it directly!
Although he was angry and unwilling, he was afraid that he was no match for Mobei-Jun at the moment, so he had to quickly seal the wound with ice and turned into a black wind to attack the outside of the ice castle.
Shang Qinghua lay face down on the ground, no one moved for a long time, and no one came to help him. He felt sad: Why are you still angry? After all, it was because he was beaten like this, and no one even helped him up. This is too unreasonable!
But then there was a loud thud.
Shang Qinghua turned over with great difficulty, grimacing.
Mobei Jun actually fell down again. Two figures fell in different postures beside a blazing circle of fire, quietly, quietly, falling to the street.
He suddenly realized that Mobei-Jun had not completely absorbed the seven-percent body, nor had he suppressed the evil spirit of Lin Guang-Jun. Just now, he was really "impulsive" and tried his best to temporarily scare Lin Guang-Jun away. Now Mobei-Jun had used up his last strength and was roasted by the deadly Xuan Yang True Fire, so he was... down again.
Although Mobei-Jun was lying straight on the ground, unable to even bend his fingers, he was still glaring at him intently.
Shang Qinghua was so glared at that he couldn’t continue to lie down peacefully, so he could only speak: “Well, my king, stop struggling, lie down, and digest it slowly. The accumulated skills of successive lords cannot be swallowed whole in one gulp.”
The gaze was still unbending, Shang Qinghua felt like he was being showered with needles, his heart was pounding with fear, and after finally catching his breath, he sat up with his upper body shaking like Parkinson's disease.
Now Mobei Jun finally listened to him. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Uh, my king. Actually, I didn't want to leave at this time. I didn't know that this was the critical moment for your succession, really. Why didn't you tell me such an important thing earlier?"
Mobei-Jun was telling him with his expression, "Kneel down and cry and say I was wrong, and I will forgive you."
Shang Qinghua's mouth twitched, and he continued, "To be honest, you shouldn't have brought me here. I'm not that useful at all. I just give you a beating and I can still make do with it. Look at me just now, I was beaten like this, and I only bought you some time. Your uncle was severely injured by you, and he probably won't dare to come again. You've almost digested it, right? Then I'll... go first."
Mobei Jun's expression had eased a little, but upon hearing the last sentence, his eyes immediately flashed with coldness: "Still leaving?! How dare you!"
After being yelled at again, Shang Qinghua was still in pain all over his body. He suddenly became furious and immediately slapped the ground and shouted, “Why don’t you dare!”
This palm strike certainly didn’t scare Mobei-Jun. It only caused his shoulders and arms to hurt for a while, and he saw stars. Mobei-Jun was now unable to move. Shang Qinghua was furious and pointed at him, saying, “To tell you the truth! I have tolerated you for a long time, you spoiled young master, a bad-tempered second-generation demon!”
This move was extremely audacious. Mobei-Jun was in complete disbelief. Shang Qinghua's years of accumulated resentment now burst forth like a long rainbow:
"You see, I have a good temper and am easy to talk to, but my cultivation is poor. It feels good to control me, right? Do you think I am really that... that... ah?!"
"What are you looking at? Do you have any objections?! I am your father! Call me father! I am just giving in to you! Try someone else?! Brother Bing will beat you to death, and Shen Qingqiu will 'trick' you to death!"
"No one likes to be beaten every day, and no one will be happy every day after being beaten every day! It's not a real dog! If it is a dog, you kick it twice a day, and after a while it will know not to bother you anymore!"
Mobei Jun asked: "Do you want to die?"
Under such circumstances, the intimidation of these words was greatly reduced, and Shang Qinghua said, “I don’t want to. Not only do I dare to leave, I also dare to do other things. Do you believe it? This peak master will beat you back for all the beatings you gave me before, right here today!”
Mobei Jun said angrily: "You——!!!"
Shang Qinghua said, “What do you mean by ‘you’? ‘You dare’ again? Let me tell you, I really dare now. Come on!”
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and jumped up to try to move his fist in front of Mo Beijun's sullen face. Mo Beijun's eyes were piercing with coldness, but Shang Qinghua was not afraid at all and punched him in the face.
Mobei-Jun instinctively turned his face away and felt his face tighten.
It was a strange feeling. A little itchy, a little painful, but not at all the hard blow I had expected.
Shang Qinghua pinched one of his cheeks with two fingers and pulled it outwards, saying, “How is it? Does it hurt?!”
As I was pulling, I thought, this is totally different from what I want to do! Beat him up, beat him up while he can't move. I can just make a fool of myself, but it's my fault anyway!
But there is no way, as expected... I still can't bring myself to hit this face!
Mobei Jun was so slurred that he insisted, "You're done!"
Shang Qinghua chuckled and said, "You have guts. You can still threaten me in this situation. Dad admires you."
His other hand also joined in, pinching the other side of Mobei-Jun's face, pulling it in the opposite direction, and squeezing it into a ball. Mobei-Jun's image of being noble, cold and charming in the past was completely destroyed by his filthy hands. Shang Qinghua kept repeating, "Does it still hurt? Does it hurt?"
Mobei Jun was proud and unyielding, but his tears could not be stopped by pride, and he was eventually pulled to tears.
“…Does it hurt? Of course it hurts!” Shang Qinghua let go of his claws and said, “Normally when you hit me, it hurts at least ten times more than this! What’s wrong with letting me pull it? You’re so coquettish!”
Mobei Jun was so angry at his contemptuous "coquettish!" that his face turned pale, and there were a lot of blue and red fingerprints on his cheeks, which was really shocking.
Shang Qinghua was indeed frightened. He had just committed a crime of passion and felt good for a moment, but he was afraid that he would be sent to the crematorium afterwards. Especially after Mo Beijun's face returned to its normal shape, that expression was really... really... He was frightened at the sight of it, and hurriedly patted his clothes, preparing to leave. He strode a few steps, and Mo Beijun shouted from behind: "If you want to leave, stand still and don't move!"
Conditions reflected, and Shang Qinghua obeyed again.
He didn't dare to look back and said, "My lord, I'm really leaving."
Mobei Jun: "Shut up! Come back!"
Shang Qinghua said to himself, "Even if you are angry, don't come to find me. Once I go back, you will never be able to find me again, so don't waste your time. That's it, my king, goodbye."
Mobei Jun almost roared: "If you have the guts to leave, don't let me see you again!"
Shang Qinghua turned a deaf ear to it.
After taking two steps, he added, "I'm glad to see you. Really - you're more handsome than I thought!"
At this moment, he was so elated and beaming with joy, exactly the same as the moment he wrote the description of this character.
It's embarrassing to feel real emotions towards the characters you write about.
But since we were about to leave, the embarrassment would only last for a short while.
But Shang Qinghua didn’t understand. What about the “imminent farewell”?
Why is it that one month has passed since the system released the return to city attachment, and he is still doing nothing in the world of Arrogant Immortal Demon Path!
Every time he opened the system and saw the red and green and "Let's talk about it next time", he would be stunned for a while, then select the button on the right to close the interface.
Next time, and next time, there will be so many next times.
Shang Qinghua blamed this on procrastination. Damn procrastination!
He didn't dare to go back to Cangqiong Mountain for the time being, wondering if Mobei Jun would be so angry that he would go to Anding Peak to block him. But he kept half of his savings in a cave on Anding Peak, and the other half in Mobei Jun's mansion in the northern border. So in the past month, Shang Qinghua seemed to be living a carefree life, but in fact, he was frugal and lived in the open. If it weren't for the little spiritual power he still had, he would be no different from an ordinary wanderer.
After wandering for nearly a month, he unexpectedly ran into a master and apprentice who were traveling around the world.
When Shang Qinghua recognized who they were, he couldn't help but rub his eyes. It took him half a minute to confirm that the young man in plain clothes who was still holding a fishing rod and a fish basket and looked so majestic was Luo Binghe; it took him another half a minute to confirm that the one who was carrying a food box to bring him food and still persisting in pretending to be a fairy was Shen Xianshi and Shen Fengzhu Shen Qingqiu.
You guys are having fun here, playing the fun game of retreating to the mountains, leaving Mobei-Jun in the demon world, forcing me to force my way out with him. How miserable!
Shang Qinghua may have been complaining in his heart, but no matter how to say it, he was still very happy to see these two people. Especially since he hadn't had a full meal in so many days.
Don't complain about why he, a cultivator, still cares about whether he has eaten enough. There are enough complaints in the book review section. He is not from Kuxing Peak, so he doesn't practice fasting!
Luo Binghe naturally wouldn't look at him favorably since his idyllic life was disturbed for no reason. Although he wouldn't show it on his face for Shen Qingqiu's sake, when Shen Qingqiu asked him to "come sit in the house" after a few pleasantries, Bingge's face still darkened.
The two of them had built a small bamboo house in a romantic place between clear water and green mountains. The longer Shang Qinghua sat there, the more he felt that these two people were living a very comfortable life. He sat on the rattan chair and said, "The house is nice."
Shen Qingqiu fanned himself and said, "Don't you want to think about who picked it up? Is it wrong?"
Shang Qinghua said with a shameless face: “You guys really live a much more comfortable life than I do. I wonder if I can take advantage of Brother Gua’s kindness and let me enjoy some peace and quiet for a while?”
Shen Qingqiu: "Unfortunately, you came at the wrong time. We were just about to have dinner."
Shang Qinghua: “Nowhere, nowhere. It’s better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. I think I’ve arrived at the perfect time. I want to see how your food is.” After saying that, he stood up and walked to the ‘door’ that seemed to be the kitchen, and lifted the curtain.
Luo Binghe was wearing a light black shirt with his sleeves rolled up high. He looked murderous as he was silently... kneading dough.
He looked serious and focused, with two white spots on his face and a little flour on his eyelashes, as if what he was kneading in his hands was not dough, but a scroll of his ambition to unify the world!
No no no no no——
Shang Qinghua was so upset that his liver and gallbladder were torn to pieces, and his heart was almost broken.
He created the protagonist Bing Ge, who was so domineering and charming that he won over thousands of stud men.
He is kneading the dough!
Make ramen!
Face to face (infinite cycle)...
It's really indescribably terrifying!
Shang Qinghua retreated silently. He sat down at the table, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch a cup to drink some tea to calm down. He was surprised, but Shen Qingqiu pulled him back: "Mine."
Shang Qinghua was still a little nervous: "Do you have a second cup here? What if you give it to me?"
Shen Qingqiu pointed to the kitchen: "You also know that there is no second cup, so it is also his."
“…”
"Do you dare to use it? If you dare, I'll give it to you."
Shang Qinghua's claws turned from pulling to pushing: "You are using it for your own benefit, you are not worthy of enjoying it."
Brother Bing continued to cook. The two chatted for a while. After listening to the broadcast of the sudden incident at the Mobei Ice Castle, Shen Qingqiu expressed doubt: "Really? Just like that?"
Shang Qinghua said, "Is there any benefit to me lying to you about this? What do you mean by 'just this'? This concerns my dignity, so of course I can't stay any longer."
"That's true." Shen Qingqiu thought for a moment and said, "But you don't seem like that kind of person."
"What kind of people?"
Shen Qingqiu said with a cheerful face: "You care so much about a dignified person."
With Xiang Tian Da Fei Ji's strong will, thick skin, and strong vitality, it's unlikely that he would run away after being beaten by Mo Bei Jun. After all, he has survived all these years, so why would he suddenly become fragile, sensitive, and depressed?
Shang Qinghua said awkwardly, “Brother Gua, I just often sell out my integrity to seek votes and money, and became the leader of Anding Peak. But you discriminate against me because of this, and that’s wrong.”
Shen Qingqiu said: "The two reasons you gave, aren't they enough to justify the discrimination against you?"
Shang Qinghua: "Hey, please be nicer and gentler to me, okay? Brother Gua, when do you think I should return to the human world?"
Shen Qingqiu: "Do you really want to return to the real world? Flying too many planes will really reduce your eyesight. Wake up, you are just waiting for someone to apologize to you and then take you back to continue to beat you three times a day."
Before they finished chatting, it was time to eat. Luo Binghe brought over two bowls of noodles.
White noodles, red soup, green chopped green onions, and neatly stacked fresh meat slices, the appearance is excellent.
But Shang Qinghua would not extend his claws. There was no need for Brother Bing to say it explicitly. With just a seemingly casual glance, Shang Qinghua knew that there was no place for him.
Shen Qingqiu sighed: "That's why I said you came at an unfortunate time."
After all, not everyone is qualified to eat the food made by Brother Bing himself. Shang Qinghua had nothing to say, and huddled in the corner of the table, watching the two people opposite him share their chopsticks.
Finally, Shen Qingqiu couldn't stand it anymore, so he held back his laughter and put a piece of 'meat' into Luo Binghe's bowl, saying sympathetically: "Forget it, don't tease him. Your uncle-master has been miserable enough these days, don't bully him anymore."
Luo Binghe put the piece of 'meat' into his mouth and said without raising his head: "There's more in the pot."
Shang Qinghua was so happy that he went to pick up the shovel.
He ate the noodles with tears in his eyes. For the first time, he deeply felt that the most reliable thing in the world is the friendship with the peerless cucumber.
Shang Qinghua was overjoyed after having a delicious ramen meal and didn't even think about staying overnight.
Just kidding, he didn't want to listen to Brother Bing's nonsense. Whether the quality of sleep could be guaranteed was one thing, and whether Brother Bing would cut off his ears the next day was another.
Look at what a god-like life Shen Qingqiu leads, and then look at what kind of life he leads. Comparing yourself to others will only make you angry. It's really absurd. He is clearly the author, the god of □□ in this world, Kamisama. Can't you be nice to him? Care for the author! Protect the author!
Shang Qinghua was walking on a small path in the mountains, savoring the taste of the only bowl of noodles his son had ever made for him while picking his teeth with a grass root.
As I was walking, my feet suddenly slipped.
There was a valley next to the path. Shang Qinghua didn't bring a sword, so he couldn't fly up if he fell down. He cursed himself: "How come I slipped when I was walking? I'm not a comic book heroine who has the special skill of falling on flat ground!"
Sitting on the ground and looking around, I didn't see any extra banana peels or small tree roots, just a small puddle of water.
But the pond was frozen, and the low weeds around were also covered with a thin layer of frost.
Shang Qinghua rolled and climbed to the nearest rock wall and leaned against it to seek a sense of security.
He originally thought that he would procrastinate and not return until Mobei Jun finally came to him, which was the worst scenario. But when someone emerged from behind the rocks and vines, he realized that the reality could be even worse.
Lin Guangjun said: "Hey, look, who is this?"
Shang Qinghua laughed dryly and said, “Yes! Who is it?”
Lin Guangjun patted his head and said, "Mobei is looking for you so hard that he almost turned the northern border upside down, but you know how to hide, huh?"
"Your Majesty, you are joking. I am not hiding..."
"Really? I'm also confused. What's there to hide for? Last time in the Ice Castle, you made such a great contribution that Mobei couldn't even reward you in time. Why did you have to think so hard that you had to run to this remote place?"
“No, no!” Shang Qinghua waved his hands repeatedly: “None of my business. Last time it was all Mobei Jun’s own ability…”
He originally made this excuse out of fear that Lin Guang-jun would remember the last time he lost the Ice Castle. Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Lin Guang-jun's expression suddenly changed, and he said fiercely, "You mean, without a despicable, insidious, shameless, and filthy Cang Qiong Mountain lackey like you, who showed up to ruin my plans, that stinky brat alone could have defeated me?!"
It would be wrong to say yes, and it would be wrong not to say no, Shang Qinghua cried out in pain: "How is it possible! Mobei Jun defeated you, Jun Shang, just by sneaking in!"
Rinkou-kun: “Are you mocking me?”
Shang Qinghua: “…”
After thinking about it, I realized that it was Rinkou-kun himself who started the sneak attack. He was flattering the horse again. No matter how he looked at it, it was wrong. Shang Qinghua had been flattering the horse for decades, and this was the first time he encountered such a difficult character!
He shut up with a tearful face.
Lin Guangjun sneered: "That kid Mobei would never have thought that I would just bump into someone he couldn't find despite trying his best. In that case, I have to make good use of you..."
Shang Qinghua hurriedly said, “Your Majesty! If you want to capture me to threaten Mobei Jun, it’s totally useless! I’ll tell you the truth why I ran away. Actually, last time, I took advantage of him being unable to move and couldn’t help but beat him up… You know his stubborn temper! Given that opportunity, it’s hard not to beat him up, right? After beating him up, there was nothing I could do, for fear of his revenge, so I… ran away. He’s looking for me everywhere, most likely just to beat me back. In his eyes, I have no value at all, at best I’m just a punching bag and a henchman that he can use conveniently.”
Lin Guangjun paused and said impatiently: "Why are you telling me so much? Do I look like a demon who would do such a lowly thing?"
It’s hard to say. Your sneak attack on Mobei Jun doesn’t seem very good… Shang Qinghua said sincerely, “Not really.”
Rinkou-kun: "So do I look like such a patient demon?"
Shang Qinghua: “I don’t know about that. Then how exactly do you want to ‘use’ me, Lord?”
"How do you use it?" Lin Guangjun chuckled, "Killing you to vent my anger, is this a difficult way to think of?"
“…” Shang Qinghua was stunned for a moment, then said, “No, this is a waste of natural resources! Lord, you could have captured me and used me to threaten Lord Mobei or something, it would be such a pity to just kill me!”
Rinkou-kun: "'I am worthless in his eyes. At best, I am just a punching bag and a lackey.' Who said this?"
Shang Qinghua: "There is an old saying that humility is a virtue..."
Before he finished saying the word "virtue", he suddenly threw his hands and shouted, "Look at the Xuanyang True Fire!"
Several balls of red flames rolled in the air, Lin Guangjun was startled and quickly dodged. However, the flames fell to the ground and immediately extinguished. It was clearly not the Xuan Yang True Fire that was not moved by wind or flooded by water. Shang Qinghua was just deceiving him!
Lin Guangjun was furious for a moment, with new and old hatreds mixed together. He casually brushed off a drop of dew that was about to fall from the drooping leaves and aimed at Shang Qinghua's lower body. Shang Qinghua only felt a chill on his calf, and an ice bullet made of demonic energy passed through his leg. He could not run away and fell to the ground with a thud.
Lin Guangjun approached him, stepped on the knee of his other leg, and said, "You are like a cockroach, you are so good at running! I will break both of your legs first, and see how you can run."
Shang Qinghua had no courage to resist and was terrified: "My King——!!!"
Speak of the king, the king is here!
The dark blue figure suddenly appeared like a ghost. With a click, the two black clouds collided. Rinkou-kun hugged his leg with a broken knee and went crazy: "You kid, do you have to come so promptly?! Can't you wait a little longer?! Can't you wait until I step on it before coming?!"
Mo Beijun kicked his other knee and broke it, saying coldly: "No!"
Rinkou-kun was quite tough. Even though his two knees were smashed to pieces, he didn't scream. Instead, he cursed even more hysterically: "You are really the offspring of your dead-faced father! You can look like anyone else but him. A turtle and a tortoise were born in the same nest, so if he wants to rob you, you'll rob him too! If he dies earlier, why don't you die earlier! Fuck..."
Mobei Jun said, "If you keep scolding me, I'll send you inside to accompany him."
Shang Qinghua was dumbfounded. Although he knew that Lin Guangjun had always held a deep grudge against his brother, he had never expected that it had gone so deep that he would rather lose his manners than curse in public...
Amid Lin Guangjun's furious curses, Mo Beijun casually threw him into the valley. If he fell into the valley like this, the man might die, but the demon would definitely not die. Shang Qinghua did not remind him to root out the weeds. After all, he was his uncle, and Mo Beijun's father must have "instructed" him to give in to him no matter what Lin Guangjun did. In fact, Shang Qinghua did not want to remind him of anything at all. If he could make him forget his existence, it would be even better...
Mobei Jun withdrew his gaze from the bottom of the valley and shouted, "Stop!"
Shang Qinghua was trying to sneak away, dragging his leg with a hole in it, but he was caught by his shout and stopped where he was.
Even though the salted pig hand was caught on the spot, he was not as guilty as he was. Hearing the sound of Mobei Jun's footsteps on the frost and ice, he hurriedly covered his face.
Mobei Jun seemed particularly angry today, not at all cool and aloof: "What are you doing?!"
Shang Qinghua said awkwardly, “Didn’t you say ‘don’t let me see you again’? Now that I have seen you, there is nothing I can do. I will cover my face first.”
Mobei-Jun raised his hands, and Shang Qinghua held his head as usual.
“…”
Mobei Jun separated his two hands, stretched them straight, and said in an unbearable tone: "If I see you do this again...you don't have to keep your hands!"
There was a hint of hatred in these words. Shang Qinghua wanted to hold his head in his hands again, but for the sake of his hands that had made great contributions in typing on the keyboard, he held back.
He was so suffocated that he started to tremble, which made Mo Beijun ask, "Am I that scary?"
Shang Qinghua: “Well, actually not! It’s just that I always feel that Your Majesty, you’re going to give me a couple of hits. In the past, it didn’t matter if I hit you a lot, but now that you’ve officially succeeded to the throne, your cultivation is far superior to what it was before. You can shock the waves and rocks with one blow. I’m afraid I can’t withstand a couple of hits from you…”
Mobei Jun said: "Shut up! Follow me, let's go!"
Shang Qinghua was determined to go all out, clinging to the rock wall like a gecko: "I'm not leaving! No, I'm leaving! I want to go back home."
Mobei Jun said, "If I call you back, will you not leave?"
Shang Qinghua: “Instead of staying here and getting beaten up by you three times a day, why not… what?!”
Call back?
Call him back?
Is Mobei-Jun willing to call him back?
In order to prevent him from leaving, would Mobei Jun be willing to fight him back?
Shang Qinghua was so shocked that the above ladder-shaped text array was looping endlessly in his mind.
Mobei-Jun held his chin up, standing still, with an arrogant aura of "hit me as you like, I won't fight back", but he was secretly observing him from the corner of his eyes.
Seeing that he hadn't made a move for a long time, Mobei-Jun seemed to be suddenly happy. Although when he was happy, it only looked like his eyebrows were slightly raised.
Mobei Jun said, "You won't fight? The time limit is up. Then I won't fight you. Let's go."
Wait, didn't I say I wouldn't do it? Is there a time limit?
Mobei Jun raised his eyebrows with a hidden joy, dragged Shang Qinghua and ran away. Shang Qinghua immediately cried out like a ghost: "Mom, it hurts, it hurts, my king, look at me! Look at me, look at me!"
Mobei Jun really looked at him and saw his bloody leg.
"..." After a moment's silence, he tried to lift Shang Qinghua up.
Shang Qinghua was desperate and said, "Great King, please spare my life, Great King, please spare my life! If you carry me all the way like this, my 'leg' will really become useless!"
Mobei Jun asked: "What should we do then?"
Shang Qinghua's eyes were filled with tears, and he asked tentatively, "How about... finding a doctor for me first?"
Mobei-Jun made a "tsk" sound and turned away.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Shang Qinghua, who was abandoned on the spot, was stunned.
This is... that you think he's troublesome?
After a while, Mobei-Jun came back, dragging a cart that he had stolen from somewhere. The wooden chicken then became a live chicken.
The second in command of the demon clan, the noble and cold leader of the Mobei Ice Clan, condescended to drag a broken cart that was extremely inconsistent with his style. This picture is awesome!
Shang Qinghua "poof!" His move failed again.
Seeing that the veins on Mobei Jun's forehead were throbbing again, he quickly frowned and called out "Aiya, aiya". After calling out twice, Mobei Jun picked him up and put him in the car.
Although he was riding on a crooked cart that was stolen from an old horse in some farmer's yard and used to be used to haul fodder, firewood, swill buckets, and the like, Shang Qinghua was sitting on it with his brows held high and his head held high. An uninformed person would have thought that he was a top scholar who had studied hard for years and had received a marriage from the emperor, and was going to welcome his bride with gongs and drums.
It was really a cycle of fate. When he first met Mo Beijun, he used a cart to take the unconscious Mo Beijun to a hotel in the same way!
There is a poem to prove it: Thirty years on the east side of the river, thirty years on the west side of the river. The cart will be my home next year. Haha!
Shang Qinghua announced in a celestial manner: "I want to eat noodles."
Brother Bing's bowl of noodles was really delicious, but there was too little of it. There wasn't much left for him, so he couldn't enjoy it enough.
Mobei Jun: “Yeah.”
Shang Qinghua emphasized: "Ramen."
Mobei Jun: “Okay.”
Shang Qinghua pressed the issue further: “You do it.”
The cart suddenly stopped and Mobei-Jun stood still.
A chill from an unknown source drifted over. Shang Qinghua immediately frightened, frowned and said, "I did it, I did it, of course I did it. I was just saying it casually, hehe."
Alas, ideals are full of hope, but reality is very bleak.
After a while, the cart wheels slowly started to turn again. Mo Beijun was in front, and without turning back, he said, "I'll do it."
…
What did he say? He said he did? What did he do? Ramen?
Willing to fight him, willing to give him the Mobei Jun below - what day is today? Today is a big day!
Shang Qinghua has made up his mind!
He wants to go back to his old job.
The pen name "Sky Shooting Airplane" is about to make a comeback!
What should I write? Shang Qinghua slapped his thigh. I heard that Liu Sumian's set of "Spring Mountain Hate" with an 81% discount was very popular. Well, I'll just follow the trend and write about it! Although he is extremely upright, as long as there are people reading it, there will be a market, and he dares to write about it. Xiang Tian Da Fei Ji is best at following the trend. He writes about whatever is popular, and it's for sure!
The first step is to think of a good title that is popular with the public. "The Secret History of Qingjing Peak", "My Disciple Can't Be That Cute", "Master is So Flirtatious", etc., I haven't decided yet, I'll think about it first. It doesn't matter if the writing is not as good as Liu Sumen's. What Shooting Sky Airplane sells is never the writing. Moreover, Liu Sumen's, the Three Holy Mothers and the group of writers form a small circle, which Feiji doesn't like. They only write about Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe, which is too narrow-minded. In fact, in his opinion, it can be bolder and more unrestrained. For example, since it is called "Spring Mountain is Very", why must it be limited to one couple? Liu Qingge is so beautiful, wouldn't it be a pity not to write about him? Yue Qingyuan is also a handsome man with a dignified appearance, and he is successful in his career and very suitable for family. Junior Brother Mu and Senior Brother Wei are both male gods in the eyes of the world. Are you afraid that no one will read your np'random' writing?
In a word, as long as he is explicit enough, vulgar enough, and shameless enough, he will sooner or later become a leader in the local literary world. He can be very popular even without selling homemade soap. What a joke!
The cart creaked and swayed on the bumpy mountain road. The sun was setting, and Mobei Jun was dragging him, not knowing where to go.
Although there are many complaints, "messy" and "chaotic" writing, and the writing style of an elementary school student, some serious readers may not be able to help but throw the book and curse "what a bullshit". However, Chiju can find a thousand "just" to smooth things over. For example: It's just reading a story, just like being a person, just for fun, why take it so seriously; it's just a joke I wrote casually, everyone should be more tolerant of me; it's just...
only.
...It's just that he really, really likes the story he wrote.
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