Cannon Fodder False Young Master Awakens To God [Wearing Books]

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and there are less than two weeks left before the Qu Family Grand Competition. The Qu Family is busy from top to bottom, but the Qu Family is a bit too quiet.

The second lineage of the Qu family has always been attached to the main family, and has not returned to the area where the second lineage belongs all year round. Now, they are rushing to the area where they belong, just passing by the gate of the first lineage.

People in Ermai have the support of their masters, and their lives are very nourishing.Compared with one line and one line, the lives of the two parties are simply a difference between the sky and the underground. Therefore, when one line and two lines meet, it is disgusting to see each other.

Qu Zifan was sitting at the door, playing with a long whip in his hand, staring at the people passing by Ermai, and glancing at them from time to time.

When no one from the second line came over, he was so bored that his eyes drifted.

There were people coming and going in the Qu family mansion, Qu Zifan was sitting alone in front of the courtyard of the Qu family, playing with a long whip in his hand, the gatekeeper, who looked majestic and majestic, was actually a little slack in his eyes, obviously distracted.

Mu San passed by the gate of the courtyard. He held two half-human tall stones for cultivation, glanced at Qu Zifan, and then raised his hand and slapped him on the head.

"Let you watch the door and practice patience. You are here to distract me, and try again!"

Qu Zifan staggered forward from the beating, and almost fell on his face.

"Uncle Mu!" Qu Zifan held his head and gritted his teeth, "Do you know that hitting someone on the head can cause serious problems!"

Mu San changed his hand to hold the big stone, and gave him a sideways glance, "It makes a difference whether you look stupid or not? Don't let it go in a daze, you can either practice or show me the gate."

Qu Zifan curled his lips and said in a drawn-out voice: "Got it—"

Mu San snorted, "One little bastard."

He glared at the first-line disciples passing by one by one, "You are too, lifeless! You don't have the slightest energy of the first-line disciples! Give me all the energy!"

The affected disciples hastily bowed their heads, not daring to make a sound, and ran towards the inner courtyard in response.

Mu Sanban crossed his hips, glanced around, and took a panoramic view of the downcast expressions of some of the disciples.

These are the disciples who had watched the duel between Qu Zifan and Jiang Changning back then. They quickly accepted the new young master and began to admire his strength.

But after a short while, the young master disappeared without a trace, and everyone was stupefied by coincidence.

A disciple hurried past, then hurried back, and asked Mu San, "Uncle Mu San, is it true that the young master is not coming back?"

Mu San weighed the brick in his hand, then stuffed it into the disciple's hand, and scolded: "The young master has business to do, you go about your own business."

The disciple trembled under the weight of the big bricks, staring at Mu Sansan striding towards the courtyard, his figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He silently turned his head and looked at Qu Zifan who was sitting beside him.

Qu Zifan turned his eyes away and refused to make eye contact with them, not wanting to hear any inquiries about the young master.

The disciples looked at each other, then left dejectedly.

Qu Zifan took the long whip and continued the patience training, whether it was a daze or a practice.

Not long after, Mu San confessed that the host family he received patiently finally came, a middle-aged man, carrying a small wooden box, with his chin raised very high, and two mustaches bouncing up and down under his nose Moving, staring at the sky, walking like a crab.

But the crab walks sideways, he walks vertically.

Qu Zifan looked at that person coldly, and waited for him to come to the front, then he said slowly, cupped his hands and made a strange salute: "Welcome Uncle Six, may I ask you to come to the line, what advice do you have?"

Sixth Uncle Qu stood in front of him, and said proudly: "The master is kind, let me give you a few more weapons, at least a few more weapons don't lose consecutively in this big competition, and if you say it, you will be linked with the master's family." There's no light on your face."

Qu Zifan pulled his lips, and said back in a lukewarm way: "Oh? How did I remember that the share of the first line was not allocated in place, and the Patriarch himself made a mistake, so now is it time to make up for it?"

What he was talking about was that time when Qu Hanguang encouraged Jiang Changning to pick up the weapon.

After Jiang Changning was injured by the bandits and disappeared, Qu Zifan couldn't hold back his breath, so he directly revealed the matter, making the disturbance known to everyone in the four main lines.

This trouble made the master feel ashamed.

With the idea of ​​believing in the master's family, everyone handed over the annual share to the master's family for purchase, and also handed in a large amount of spiritual stones. As a result, the master's family threw away the weapon without saying a word, and let the people in the same line go to pick it up by themselves. .

This is called doing something?

There was a lot of trouble in one vein.

The second channel has always been attached to the master's family, without saying a word.

After the principal, Qu Yue, woke up, Sanmai regained the right to speak, and supported Yimai, insisting on an account from the principal.

Even the four veins that have always grown up on their own came to meddle, saying openly and secretly that the master is not good at managing things, so it is better to hand over the leadership and let everyone live their own lives.

Seeing this, Mu San put away the weapon that Jiang Changning had snatched back, wiped his old face, and began to cry poorly and miserably, until Qu Hanguang's head grew bigger.

What's more, Yimai was already poor, so there was no need for Mu San to cry at all, outsiders looked at him with scrutinizing eyes, and after dinner, he said a few words about the fact that the main family deducted the branch's share, and Qu Hanguang felt ashamed.

Mu San grasped Qu Hanguang's good face and crushed it desperately. Not only did he get back the share that Yimai handed in last year, but he also forced Qu Hanguang to bleed. He picked a hundred more shares from the previous weapons and gave them to One pulse as compensation.

These one hundred weapons are just a name, they are all low-level fairy weapons, the kind that even Qu Zifan doesn't like, but at least they have given the master a bad temper.

Sixth Uncle Qu is now holding the hundred copies of weapons, and he wants to hand them over to Qu Zifan under the witness of everyone.

Seeing the unlucky appearance of the person in front of him, Qu Zifan rolled his eyes, took the weapon with one hand, and weighed it, "Thank you Patriarch for your great kindness."

Uncle Six was choked by him, snorted coldly, gave something in a hurry and left.

Qu Zifan looked at his back, pouted on the ground, then turned and entered Yimai courtyard in disgust.

He had just walked a few steps when Qu Qi, a big man, hurried over, his face sweating in anxiety: "Zi Fan! That Ermai Qu Xiwan came here to trouble Yaoyao! Now a group of people in Ermai Ruo Yao is stuck in the green forest!"

Hearing this, Qu Zifan's leisurely expression changed, he turned around and ran out, shouting, "Go and call someone, I'll go first!"

Qu Qi stomped his feet angrily, and then continued to rush towards the training ground.

In the shadow of the corner where no one was paying attention, a figure slowly appeared.

Jiang Changning glanced at the long-lost sunshine, stretched his waist and said with a low smile, "I haven't been back for a month, and I feel like the sky has changed."

Beside him, a little doll as delicate as jade stood with his hips akimbo.

The little doll looked about seven or eight years old, with two little thongs on the top of her head, and was dressed in red, very festive.

With a straight face, serious and angry at the same time, his big golden eyes opened wide and he complained: "You lied to me!"

Hearing his milky voice, Jiang Changning's heart almost melted, and a smile bloomed on his face: "How did I lie to you?"

Bai Han gritted his teeth, raised his head and stared at him, pouted limply: "If you say I'm in shape, show me something good! Here's something!"

Jiang Changning squeezed his little dick, tilted his head: "Here it is."

With a wave of his hand, a cat teasing stick made of red feathers appeared in his hand, and then he waved it in front of Bai Han, "No, the Fire Lin brand cat teasing stick, the feathers of the Fire Lin."

This was when Bai Han refused to change his shape and picked Huo Lin. Jiang Changning collected the feathers that fell off and made them into red feather sticks.

Bai Han blinked his eyes, and when he saw the cat teaser, his big golden eyes involuntarily turned into vertical pupils.

He snorted, and took it reluctantly, "This gift, my uncle accepts it."

Jiang Changning rolled his eyes with a smile, reached out to pick up the baby, and walked towards the green forest.

The author says:

Fire Lin: Hehe)