Quick Transmigration: Male God, why are you blackened again?

Jun Chenbi squinted lightly, "Do you think I'm joking with you?"

"Don't dare." The young national teacher immediately corrected his attitude, dressed in white clothes, and had a bit of a sense of immortality.

This new national teacher is not a random person, but a direct disciple of the previous national teacher. Otherwise, the rich and the common people would not have been cut down by the tyrant after the old national teacher became immortal. He also continued to believe in the temple, and the mystery and majesty of the temple stood firm.

The new national teacher still has some real skills in him. Zeng Jun Chenbi suffered from unbearable headaches, and he relied on his prescriptions for treatment.

Jun Chenbi is quite tolerant towards him.

Withdrawing the coercion of the emperor looking down on all living beings, Jun Chenbi glanced at the checkerboard with black and white pieces in front of him, and dropped a black piece.

The young national teacher frowned and thought for a while, and then asked after Bai Zi said: "Your Majesty, may I take the liberty to ask, the male queen you want to marry is..."

Everyone is curious.

He has no other shortcomings, but he is very curious!

Otherwise, I don't think I would have been trapped by this tyrant in the past...

Sooner or later, he will tell the world that this question is not considered an offense to Jun Chenbi, if it wasn't for some things that need to be solved slowly, he would like to let everyone in the world know that this person belongs to him.

Before he could speak, Jun Chenbi's cold eyebrows softened before he could speak, and the young national teacher saw it in his eyes, and he was amazed.

I don't know who is the person who can melt this iceberg, he must see it if he has the opportunity!

His Majesty the Emperor said, "His name is Qin Ge."

"Are you calling me?" The young man's black hair was like ink, and his green shirt was loose. He came all the way with flowers and willows, and when he stopped there, he happened to brush away a clump of plantains in his hand.

The plantain looks green, but the hands are like suet white jade, the roots are crystal clear and white and slender, which immediately sets off the plantain leaves that can be seen everywhere as if they are expensive.

Qin Ge stood there, smiling slightly, his clear voice rose slightly.His whole body was bathed in the golden light, like a god boy walking out of a painting.

The young national teacher was dazzled for a moment by the young man's astonishing beauty, and the next second, a certain His Majesty, who was sitting at the stone table playing chess with him, threw the sunspot in his hand decisively and casually on the chessboard!

"Your Majesty, you have agreed to discuss a game with me. The outcome is not yet decided. I won't take you to forget your friends like this!" The young national teacher exclaimed in pain. , the voice suddenly stuck in the throat, as if being strangled by the neck.

A large number of his white pieces died, and the dead end game was forced to a desperate situation. The chess game that was originally a fight, instantly decided the winner!

Heizi wins!

The corners of his mouth twitched.

I thought to myself: Is he really worthy of being a born emperor star? He strategizes and wins thousands of miles away. He can easily get what other people fight for, but he kills too much and commits seven kills...

The young national teacher's eyes turned, and he saw the emperor wearing a purple brocade robe throwing a sunspot. After quickly breaking the game, he got up and walked towards the beautiful boy with black hair and a green shirt. His tone was softer than he had ever heard before, " Are you done shopping?"

Qin Ge glanced at the tyrant's hand that naturally wrapped around his waist, said nothing, just nodded, and answered his question, "Yes. This temple is what I imagined... Well, it seems nothing special."

Jun Chenbi embraced the young man's waist, led him to the stone table, and said in agreement: "It's nothing special."

The corner of the young national teacher's mouth twitched slightly, thinking that you husband and wife complained about the temple, at least you should consider my feelings?

He also got up, and saluted Qin Ge, who was half held in the emperor's arms, "This must be His Majesty's favorite person? Yue Tianxing, the 18th generation descendant of the temple, has seen it before...His Royal Highness."