The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Chicory has a bad habit of cutting outlines.

Before formally writing the article, he would first plant a small clue in the article and observe the trend of the book review area, so as to decide the plot choices in the outline.

For example, Shen Qingqiu, who was ranked "bitch for not explaining" more than 10,000 times, is the tragic product of cutting the outline.

Oh, and Brother Bing’s father cut him even harder and stopped playing.

The advantage of this is that it serves readers, and at least it ensures that they won’t die in the pool if they subscribe.

The disadvantage is that the original foreshadowing is invalid, and it is full of loopholes and pits. Readers who have a little pursuit, a little taste, and are not easy to be fooled will curse.

Masturbating to the sky is often very depressing. Because he actually doesn’t like to always write about crazy slaps in the face, especially the slaps in the face of a group of villains whose IQs are below the passing line. Occasionally, he also wants to create a three-dimensional villain and a multi-faceted cannon fodder, to show that he also has a basic research on human nature and has some pursuit of literary ideals.

But readers didn’t buy it.

So compared with readers, human nature and literary ideals are nothing! Hahahahahahahahahaha!

Back to business. It is precisely because of this bad habit that many of the original details were lost and stillborn. for example……

When did Mo Beijun catch Shang Qinghua!

Of course it was not mentioned in the text. The main plot of the text is that Brother Bing is domineering and killing everyone. Who cares how you, a cannon fodder, turned into a spy.

And this missing part will be automatically filled in by this world. As a result, Airplane Chicory completely lost his prophetic advantage as an author, so when the plot really started to unfold, he actually got into the mood several beats late!

Senior Brother

All the brothers were excited and drew their swords: "How dare you show yourself in front of the disciples of Cangqiong Mountain Sect..."

Lord Mobei was obviously in a very bad mood. He didn't even let him finish the customary entrance speech that should be given to cannon fodder. He cracked his knuckles, ice arrows flew like the wind, and heads fell with a thud.

Shang Qinghua screamed and roared in his heart: How terrible! But so handsome! So handsome! ! !

But no matter how handsome he is, if he is destined to kill him in the future, Shang Qinghua will definitely not do it!

Unexpectedly, Senior Brother X pushed him on the shoulder: "Go quickly!"

Shang Qinghua's heart felt like it was fried in oil, but he was extremely conscious, and his hands and feet were glued to the car like chewing gum: "What are you going to do?"

Senior Brother

Why don't you go first?

Shang Qinghua said: "Senior brother please come first!"

Senior Brother Shang Qinghua didn't know that this group of outer disciples wanted him to hold back Mobei Lord and buy them time to escape. His stance was extremely firm, and he firmly occupied a base area and remained unmoved. He cried and complained: "Don't Ah, senior fellow student! You have the heart to let me be cannon fodder at this time!"

Senior Brother

Shang Qinghua felt that he could no longer hold the car body, and said with heartbreak: "I'm going. I really am going!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was stripped alive from the car, thrown to the ground, and stood in front of Mo Beijun's feet.

The sword was still half in its scabbard, and I couldn't decide whether to pull it out or not.

Mo Beijun sneered, and a cold blue flashed across his eyes. It was too late, but soon, Shang Qinghua plopped and hugged his thigh.

All senior brothers: "=

Mobeijun: "=="

Shang Qinghua: "Your Majesty, please let me follow you for the rest of my life!"

Mo Beijun wanted to kick him away, but Shang Qinghua's adhesion was too strong. It was even more difficult to kill him with one blow. He was like a gecko swimming on a wall, crawling around flexibly and still 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, threw down their carriages and ran away.

Shang Qinghua just cursed loudly in his heart. Within three seconds, he heard screams in front of him.

Countless slender ice strings as white as silver threads pierced through the chest, causing blood to splash everywhere.

Seeing this, Shang Qinghua immediately hugged Mo Beijun's thigh tightly. He started to babble: "Your Majesty, please accept me. I'm very useful!"

Mo Beijun's body seemed to tilt a little and he said, "Oh? What's the use of you?"

"I can serve tea, water, wash clothes and fold quilts... No." Shang Qinghua analyzed him thoughtfully: "Look, Your Majesty, I can work as an undercover agent for you in the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, pass on information, and achieve the feat of the demons unifying the human world. ”

Mr. Mobei, hehe.

"As an outer disciple, and an outer disciple at Anding Peak, if you work as an undercover agent, when will it be possible to achieve the feat of the demons unifying the human world?"

Shang Qinghua said sarcastically: "It's not good to discriminate between peaks."

Speaking of which, why do even the demons discriminate against their lineage... and the discrimination against the concept of "An Ding Peak" even exceeds the discrimination against "outer disciples"... I'm not willing to give in, I really can't give in!

While he was crying, entangled, and about to die, Lord Mobei fell down without any warning.

Shang Qinghua was still holding his thigh, but when Mo Beijun fell, he was almost pinned down and quickly let go. He squatted for a while and suddenly realized:

Did Mo Beijun come here with injuries on his body?

No wonder he has such a stinky face, is so angry, and is so easy to push!

Did he just get a wound from his own stupid hand?

Sometimes being cheap can be an advantage!

Shang Qinghua cautiously moved over and looked carefully.

Sure enough, there was a thin wound as long as a knuckle on Mo Beijun's lower back, probably where his right kidney was. A sharp golden point emerged from the middle of the wound. It could be seen that it was made of gold wire and had complicated craftsmanship. It was in the shape of the edge of a petal.

So coquettish, she is the Linghua escort of Huanhua Palace, that’s right!

This kind of weapon was casually invented by the author Chicory. The body of the dart is thin and thin, and it is coated with a little anesthetic. It is difficult for the victim to realize that something has been injected into his body. If it moves too much, the body of the dart will "bloom" gorgeously, growing six sharp petals, which can cut into the internal organs of the victim. Sound familiar? It's like a collision with some kind of demonic creature, right? It doesn't matter, it's easy to handle. This can be explained by the fact that the Linghua Dart was designed by a senior from Huanhua Palace who escaped from the devil world based on the strange creature called "Qingsi". Anyway, don’t worry about such details!

The voice-over ends and the topic is brought back to the topic.

In other words, this big devil who is very likely to kill him with one palm in the future has not only been stabbed in the kidney by Huanhua Palace, but has also been moderately anesthetized.

It seems that Lord Mobei has just escaped from the encirclement of Huanhua Palace. Demons are very vengeful. It happened that the Huanhua Palace had the largest number of casualties during the Immortal Alliance Conference, and his setting was just right...

Shang Qinghua was muttering in his heart and heying on his face. He searched for a long time on the ground and found a stone half the size of his head. He weighed it and it was quite heavy.

One, two, three, he hit Mobei Jun on the head with his eyes closed tightly.

The system has no warning prompts or interception sounds.

Shang Qinghua was relieved.

There is no warning, that is: you can kill!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, God's will is like this, don't blame me." Shang Qinghua prayed without sincerity, and the stone fell from his hand!

——Shengsheng stopped the car in front of Mobeijun's perfect nose.

Lord Mobei has extraordinary significance to him.

It can be said that Mo Beijun is the type of man that the masturbating Chicory dreams of becoming. Powerful, cool, and going his own way, just like every child dreamed of becoming Ultraman in childhood.

How could he just watch him kill Ultraman with his own hands! ! !

Shang Qinghua sighed for a while.

After I finished lamenting, I thought shamelessly, just don’t watch it.

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 plop, his eyes were bright, and he was about to pounce on Mo Beijun.

No, no, the more I look at it, the more I think this face is too magical.

In fact, he didn't like Brother Bing's fair and handsome appearance. Chicory gives the protagonist this configuration just to make the stallion's hardware facilities more complete, and the stallion must be grown scientifically. The protagonist will inevitably be criticized. Brother Bing can be said to be a fan in three steps and a black one in five steps.

But Mobei Jun is different. The supporting characters are all meant to be loved, but Mo Beijun is almost never hacked.

This character was created entirely according to his preferences. As a character who is secretly favored by the author, Mo Beijun embodies Xiangtian Masturbation as a literary man's aesthetic appreciation of the ideal type of the same sex.

Don't ask why Luo Binghe doesn't reflect his aesthetics. Luo Binghe's role is mainly to satisfy his desire to pretend and slap in the face [cross out] and [cross out].

Even if he is not blooming now, it still fully conforms to his sixteen-character mantra of "deep eyes, high nose, full of heroic spirit, and unparalleled coldness and arrogance".

This is the dreamy beauty in his heart!

The stone weapon was raised and dropped, dropped and raised again. For the first time in his life (after traveling here), Shang Qinghua faced a difficult life decision.

In the end, Shang Qinghua decided: go get a room!

Get a room at the inn...oh no, housing.

The place was littered with corpses. Shang Qinghua hesitated and emptied the pile of heavy and useless things from Qingjing Peak like garbage from a small cart. He then lifted Lord Mobei up, face down, and covered his face. One look at his face makes him unable to control himself.

The Cangqiong Mountain Sect can’t go back for the time being. The other side wouldn't have noticed something had happened so quickly, because the forecast for this trip was seven days, and only two days had passed.

What a great opportunity. When the little prince of the demon clan was attacked and he was physically and mentally fragile, it was still considered a favor to stay by his side and not leave him.

Shang Qinghua comforted himself in this way while pushing the big cart toward the city.

To open a house, Shang Qinghua spent some of his personal money that he had saved over the years.

He is currently just an ordinary outer disciple and does not have permission to manage accounts or embezzle public funds. Opening a room is already the limit of what his financial level can support. So of course, it is a single room. Of course, there is only one bed in the room.

It is a matter of course who this bed belongs to.

To himself of course!

Shang Qinghua stretched himself out on the bed for a while. After stretching his muscles, he got up again and carried Mo Beijun to the bed.

Just kidding, Mo Beijun was originally in a bad mood and angry when he was injured. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the ground or nestled in a chair, dying. Be careful, he will reward you with an ice pick indiscriminately.

I just passed by the drugstore Fashion Tsinghua and bought some xx cream. Although according to the demon's alien-like vitality, just leave it alone, no matter how big the hole is, it will slowly grow back, but since you have decided to hug your thigh, you must know how to abandon your reserve and show sincerity. . He boldly dug out a big lump and plugged the hole in Mobeijun's kidney. When he felt that it was almost blocked, he turned Mobeijun over, put his hands together in a sleeping beauty posture, and admired the brain for a while. Shang Qinghua slept on the outside of the bed with his hands on his head, looking at the perfect face modeled by his ideals.

The summer night is sultry and there is no cool breeze even with the windows open.

After tossing and turning for a long time, he finally dozed off, but was unexpectedly kicked to the ground in the buttocks.

Shang Qinghua was almost frightened by this kick.

He crawled and crawled under the table in shock. He turned around and saw Mo Beijun sitting upright from the bed, the blue light in his eyes was as bright as overcharging.

Shang Qinghua had already thought of his lines, and with a passionate voice, he beat his chest and said, "Your Majesty, you finally woke up——"

Lord Mobei was unmoved and looked at him coldly.

Shang Qinghua: "Do you still remember who I am?"

The other party ignored him, and Shang Qinghua didn't feel embarrassed at all. He said to himself: "Well, we just met on the alley. I said I will follow you for the rest of my life and be your king..."

Mo Beijun interrupted him: "Why are you holding me?"

"... considerate little cotton-padded jacket..." Shang Qinghua was startled: "What did you say? What did I do to you?"

"You hold me."

A sudden realization, a bolt from the blue.

The weather was as hot as an oven, but Mo Beijun had a cold constitution. He fell asleep in a daze and subconsciously leaned towards the cooler side. The closer he leaned, the cooler and more comfortable he became. No wonder he dreamed of a big ice cream stick. Happily, her limbs were wrapped around her like an octopus, and she shed tears while licking her.

Shang Qinghua took a closer look at Mo Beijun's face and neck. There was no strange glint on his face, and he couldn't help but Amitabha.

He said cautiously: "You are cold. I was afraid that you might die, so I held you in my arms."

Hearing this, Lord Mobei sneered: "Idiot. I was born like this. The colder my body is, the better. I'm not a human being."

Shang Qinghua had been observing his words, and when he saw his expression loosened, he immediately smiled and was about to get out from under the table, when Mo Beijun suddenly regained his cold voice: "You dare to try moving again."

Shang Qinghua immediately did not dare to move. He hugged the wooden leg pitifully and huddled under the table like a hamster.

"What is your purpose?"

Shang Qinghua said cheekily: "I don't have any purpose. I just want to follow you for the rest of my life."

Lord Mobei just pretended not to hear: "You are a disciple of the outer sect of Anding Peak."

Shang Qinghua now always feels that when others emphasize the three words "An Ding Peak", there is a sense of discrimination. He is afraid that he will destroy him because he thinks he is useless, so he says: "Your Majesty, listen to me, I am still young and still There are opportunities for advancement..."

"Get in!"

Shang Qinghua quickly retreated to a safe zone.

When Mobei Jun was satisfied with this distance, he said: "You help me because of the 'opportunity to rise'?"

Sure enough, he was so arrogant that he did not say "rescue", a verb that favors the weak, but replaced it with "help", a word with an auxiliary meaning.

Shang Qinghua didn't know how to answer.

"no"? The confidence level is less than 3%. "yes"? Mo Beijun despises those kind of villains who have no integrity, which is why the original author was not merciless in killing the original Shang Qinghua, because he had no intention of keeping this guy alive from the beginning. Why bother trying to lower your favorability rating by speaking out?

Fortunately, Mo Beijun had already made up his mind. Shang Qinghua had already been slapped with the stamp of "If you are greedy for life and afraid of death, you must sneak around and betray your master." He didn't need his answer. He snorted coldly and lay down again. Down.

Shang Qinghua waited for a long time and made no further move.

This...can be regarded as temporarily accepting his surrender?

But it also shows that the injury to Mo Beijun's kidneys is more serious than he thought, otherwise he might not be able to give up so easily.

In the end, Shang Qinghua still didn't dare to move forward rashly, so he hid under the table and made do with it all night.

After struggling for most of the night, Shang Qinghua woke up in the morning and officially started a busy day of working as a cow.

In the morning alone, Shang Qinghua ran up and down more than twenty times without complaint and changed the water in the bathtub seven or eight times.

This water is for Mobei-Jun to heal his injuries. It is always more convenient for the Ice Technique to soak in the water. It doesn't take less than half an hour to soak it, and a good bucket of water can turn it into ice slag.

Shang Qinghua huddled in the corner, nibbling the dry food he brought with him while watching Mo Beijun take off his clothes.

As he looked at it, he suddenly realized that Mobei Jun was still taking off his clothes and was staring at him unhappily.

Shang Qinghua chewed a few times and hurriedly took a few more bites in case Mobei Jun suddenly asked him to hand over the dry food.

Mo Beijun: "Very free?"

Shang Qinghua hurriedly said: "It's not salty, this is sweet."

Before he could take a few more bites, several black shadows with hooded faces came towards him.

So Shang Qinghua was not idle anymore, he had to wash clothes for his new master.

Yes, the young prince of the Demon Clan has been wearing this kind of clothes since he came out. It is full of holes, blood and sweat. Can he still wear it? Of course, it needs to be mended, washed, washed and dried.

The world of Low Demon Fairy Tales is so unromantic, with bleak and evil realism! Shang Qinghua swore that if there was still a chance to turn into Chicory and masturbate to the sky, he would write a high-octane fantasy in the next book, the kind where the imagination can be swallowed alive and the science can be eaten by dogs, weaving clouds into clothes and cutting the moon into belts. All the effort is enough to solve the problem by hooking the little finger, and there is no need for such a sad existence as Anding Peak!

He thoughtfully repaired the small hole in Mobei Jun's kidney, screwed it clean and hung it in the room. Shang Qinghua felt that his performance was good enough that day. He wanted to climb into bed with a shy face, but did not lean against the edge of the bed. History Repeated, got kicked again.

He sat on the ground with tears in his eyes: "Your Majesty, if you don't let me lie on the bed, what if you get cold, thirsty, hungry, or want to turn over at night... What should I do?"

Lord Mobei said: "It's easy to handle."

A rope, one end tied to Mo Beijun's finger, the other end tied to Shang Qinghua...

On your finger?

There's no such thing as a good thing, it's just on the neck.

Shang Qinghua lay on the ground and stretched out his body, thinking that this man was really not as good as a dog... The only self-comfort he could think of was that at least Mo Beijun was not a pervert, and the other end was not tied to [beep——], that would be inhumane Yes.

This hard-working day lasted only four days, but Shang Tsinghua really lived like a year. Even at night I have nightmares.

In the middle of the night, Shang Qinghua was sleeping soundly and dreamed again.

This time he dreamed that he was still in the real world, crying in front of the computer. Next to him was a fierce and strong man, slapping him in the face with a thorny cucumber, and while slapping him, he roared: "You wrote this What nonsense are they?”

Masturbating to the sky and desperately trying to avoid Cucumber, he tried his best to defend himself: "I haven't coded for a long time! Brother Peerless Cucumber, don't do this!"

Peerless Cucumber: "Why don't you update it quickly!" He said and put a rope loop around his neck.

In all kinds of pain, Shang Qinghua struggled to wake up, his neck still tightening. Looking over, Mo Beijun was lying on the bed, pulling on the end of the rope tied to his hand very frequently.

Shang Qinghua said feebly: "What do you want, Your Majesty?"

After asking twice, I realized that Mo Beijun was not deliberately trying to tease people. He was completely unconscious and was tossing and turning in discomfort. I felt sorry for Shang Qinghua who was being pulled by the neck. His eyes were almost squeezed out after being caught so twice.

Mo Beijun frowned and was still rolling restlessly.

Shang Qinghua tiptoed to the bed and understood after looking at the beads of sweat on his smooth forehead and the slightly warm clothes.

Mo Beijun looked like he only had a small wound and it was no big deal. In fact, the situation was a bit serious, but he just refused to say anything. In addition, the ice magic demons originally hated hot weather. It was midsummer, so the wound might be showing an inflammation-like lesion.

The kidneys are healing so slowly, do you need some kidney treasure to strengthen them?

Shang Qinghua went out resignedly, not afraid of knocking on the door in the middle of the night and making people uncomfortable. He asked for two cattail fans, one on the left and one on the right when he came back, and played with the floor fan.

While fanning, he yawned so much that his eyes were almost blurred. Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to see Mo Beijun's eyes open. His ice-blue pupils were bright and cold in the moonlight, like a pair of beautiful and strange eyes. Cat eyes.

This situation is really scary. Shang Qinghua was startled and opened his eyes wide. When he took a closer look, it was clear that they were tightly closed.

When I woke up, I found that something bad had happened.

He actually slept on the bed.

It's such a close call, but luckily Mo Beijun hasn't woken up yet. If he does, he won't be able to kick his brains out!

Shang Qinghua quickly jumped out of bed and lay down on his own patch of ground.

After a while, Mobei Jun sat up.

Shang Qinghua was distressed. He was just a little bit away from it. If he woke up later, blood would be splattered on the spot.

The next day, with the permission of the King of Mobei, I was finally able to see the light of day again and go out for a walk on the streets.

In fact, he was holding Mo Beijun's thigh and crying: "Your Majesty, I have run out of dry food. I am not good at cultivation, unlike you, I can eat when I want and don't eat when I don't want to. If you don't let me go to the street to buy dry food, I will starve to death." Be careful of the corpses in this room that stink of you..."

I ordered a bowl of porridge from the corner shop. The porridge is as clear as water, and when I lower my head, I see my own shadow, which is described as haggard as if the flowers have been beaten by rain or beaten by others.

While he was miserable, he suddenly heard someone calling him junior brother from behind.

When he turned around, he saw four or five young disciples with fluttering sleeves and robes and an air of immortality, carrying long swords on their backs and walking towards him solemnly.

Fellow sect, fellow sect of Cangqiong Mountain Sect!

Yes, it has been seven days, and the organization sent people to find him!

Shang Qinghua's eyes filled with tears, he ran out and stretched out his hand tremblingly: "Senior brother! Senior brother Wei!"

The young man in the lead was very different from the others. He had two swords hanging on his waist, one long and one short, and his sleeves were as full as the breeze. It was Senior Brother Wei Qingwei from Wanjian Peak. He came to receive it and said with an moved expression: "Junior Brother x, you... …What’s wrong with you? I haven’t seen you for a few days. Why have you completely changed your appearance? You are no longer human!”

"..."

Shang Qinghua said sarcastically: "That's probably because I'm not senior brother x."

He just doesn't eat well now and is a little thinner. What does it mean to not be human? Moreover, Senior Brother Wei, I have polished every sword in your Wanjianfeng Sword Trial Platform more than three times. You also asked me to clean your room and make meals. You forgot about your face so quickly!

Wei Qingwei smiled and said, "You're kidding. Junior Brother Shang, why are you alone? Where are the others? Why didn't you come back after the delay? What happened?"

"Uh, others...others..."

The encounter was so sudden that Shang Qinghua couldn't make up a seamless story for the moment, so he could only shake his body twice with a pale face, and fell to the ground with a grunt.

While pretending to be dead, he felt Wei Qingwei squat down and poke him in the face. Several other people said: "Senior brother, he fainted, what should I do?"

Wei Qingwei poked and said, "What can we do? Let's go back first and then talk about it."

Dome top.

Rows of corpses were placed outside the hall. Except for Shang Qinghua, all the disciples from the outer sect of Anding Peak who came down to pick up the goods that day were all lying here.

Shang Qinghua knelt in front of the corpse, tears falling from his eyes.

There's no way around it, it's not easy to get along in this world of cultivation. For someone with such a bad congenital condition, it's really hard for him to have underdeveloped tear glands.

After the peak masters finished asking questions, the atmosphere was solemn and they went into the hall to discuss.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of sword rings clashing with each other, and a young man wearing a Qingjing Peak school uniform slowly approached.

This young man has fair skin, slender eyebrows and eyes, light lip color, and a slightly mean look. Black hair and green ribbons were scattered behind her shoulders, and she held a long sword in her arms. It is the mean ghost of the Sangmen Star, the strange flower on Qingjing Peak, and the leading scumbag villain in "The Path of the Proud Immortal" - Shen Qingqiu.

After checking the body, Shen Qingqiu asked casually: "Did the demons ask you to bring anything?"

Shang Qinghua was stunned: "No?"

Shen Qingqiu's chin was slightly raised, so he often had the tendency to look down. Every time Shang Qinghua talks to him, he feels that he despises him. It doesn't matter even if he despises him, he is used to it...

Shen Qingqiu said with a half-smile but not a smile: "This is strange. Seven or eight people are all dead. If I didn't have something to tell you to bring to us, why would you be left alive?"

Shang Qinghua blinked, "Uh-"

Shen Qingqiu really smiled this time: "Junior Brother Shang. Why are you able to escape unscathed and return to Cang Qiong Mountain?"

The words here must not be dealt with carelessly.

Shen Qingqiu is different from those paper cannon fodder with an IQ of 40. He is not easy to fool. Fake Ni Duanlai to make a small report for him, and his undercover career will be over before it even begins.

After pretending to be silly and laughing for 30 seconds, Shang Qinghua's lightbulb flashed on his head and he immediately muttered: "This...maybe because..."

Because you kneel without hesitation?

Because the king shouted loudly and sincerely?

Because you gave up your dignity so neatly?

Shen Qingqiu waited patiently, and then there was a heartbreaking cough.

Shang Qinghua coughed until tears rolled down his face. He took a step back, looking disgusted.

One thing brings down another, look who I summon to take care of you!

Sure enough, five seconds later, Yue Qingyuan's voice came from behind: "Junior brother Qingqiu, the demon clan has no rules to follow. Junior brother Shang also managed to escape the disaster with great difficulty. Even if you have something to ask, it is better to wait for him to calm down." "One moment."

Out! God-level summoned beast good man Yue Qingyuan arrives on the battlefield!

Shang Qinghua silently began to count.

Shen Qingqiu raised his hand and said: "Okay. I don't like what I say, so I won't say it anymore. Senior Brother Yue, please."

1 hit.

Yue Qingyuan said: "Junior brothers from Anding Peak are doing things for Qingjing Peak this time. Why should I show any sympathy and be stingy in giving... Junior Brother Shang, why are you coughing more and more, but you want me to call Junior Brother Mu from Qiancao Peak?" Check it out for you?"

Shang Qinghua shook his head at Yue Qingyuan with tears in his eyes. Keep counting: 2 hits.

Shen Qingqiu sneered: "The twelve peaks each perform their own duties and are good at what they are good at. That's what Anding Peak is for. Why should Senior Brother Yue say that they are so aggrieved? It seems that only Cangqiong Mountain Sect's Anding Peak has something to do. Besides, Senior Brother, don't you think so? Do you think they usually scold you less behind their backs?”

3hit.

Yue Qingyuan's expression remained patient and he still wanted to speak, but Shen Qingqiu immediately said: "Stop it. Thank you, Senior Brother Yue, for your teachings. Qingqiu will listen to you later. I'm leaving."!

He knew that if these two people spoke together for more than five sentences, they would definitely break up.

Shen Qingqiu walked away with Xiu Yajian in his arms, and Yue Qingyuan turned around and said, "Junior Brother Shang, you are frightened."

Shang Qinghua hurriedly said: "No, no, no..."

Compared with the fatigue and exploitation he had suffered these past few days, a little shock was nothing!

Due to this incident, it is unknown whether the old peak master of Anding Peak promoted Shang Qinghua to an official disciple in order to appease Shang Qinghua or something else.

Shang Qinghua cheered all the way back to Datong's shop, packed his things, and reported to the Xianren Residence on the highest floor of Anding Peak.

Yes, you are not mistaken. The dormitory where the disciples of Anding Peak, who have been busy all their lives and work like maids, live is actually called "Xianren Residence". Nothing to do! Xiangtian swore that he didn't use any ridicule when he came up with this name, but now looking at these three words, he deeply feels the malice of this world.

Shang Qinghua found his hut, and with physical and mental exhaustion, he insisted on making the bed, turned around and poured a glass of water. When he turned around, he saw that someone was already sitting on the bed.

The tea cup in his hand fell to the ground in a very cliché manner, his feet softened, and he sat on the ground: "...Your Majesty."

Mo Beijun's voice sounded like ice: "Follow me for the rest of your life, huh?"