The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System Chapter 92: Airplane Adventures 3

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It's a bad habit to fly chicory to the sky, and that is to cut the outline.

Before writing, he will plant a seedling in the text and observe the wind direction of the book review area to determine the choice of plot in the outline.

For example, Shen Qingqiu, who was queued more than 10,000 times, "the **** does not explain," is the tragic product of cutting the outline.

Oh, and Bing, his father, he cut it harder, and didn't play directly.

This benefit is to serve the readers, at least to ensure that they will not be killed in the pool by subscribing to the diving.

The disadvantage is that the previously buried foreshadowing is abolished, the holes are full of holes, the pots are full of pits, and readers who are a little pursuit, taste, and not easy to be fooled will yell.

Flighting to the sky is often very depressed. In fact, he didn't like to write crazy face, especially the face of a group of villains with IQ below the passing line. Occasionally he also wanted to shape the three-dimensional villain's faceted cannon fodder, indicating that he also had a basic study of human nature and had a little pursuit of literary ideals.

But readers don't buy it.

Compared with readers, human nature and literary ideals are a p ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Back to work. Because of this bad habit, Correct lost many of its original details and died. For example ...

When did Mo Beijun catch Shang Qinghua!

Of course, the text was not mentioned. The main line of the text is Bingge's domineering side leakage and killing the Quartet, who cares how your cannon fodder turned into a spy.

The loss of this part will be automatically made up by this world. As a result, Airplane Chicory completely lost its prophet advantage as an author, so when the plot really started, he actually entered the state several beats later!

Brother X pulled out the sword (being a disciple of An Dingfeng for eight hundred years and did not have the chance to squirt it once), and said in full anger: "He Fang Xie Guier!"

A lot of teachers and brothers were excited and drew swords along with them: "Dare to show up in front of the disciples in the sky ..."

Mou Beijun is obviously in a very bad mood. Even the usual words that should be given to the cannon fodder are not finished, the knuckles are rattling, the ice arrows are blowing like wind, and the head is falling.

Shang Qinghua growled while screaming in his heart: so terrible! But so handsome! Really tm handsome! !! !!

But no matter how handsome and weeping ghosts and gods, if Shang is destined to be murdered in the future, Shang Tsinghua will also be decisive!

Leng Bufang x Brother X shoved on his shoulder: "Not yet!"

Shang Tsinghua ’s heart is roasted and fried, but she is sober, her hands and feet stick to the car like chewing gum: "What to do?"

Brother x: "Except the demon guardian, walk for the sky!"

Why don't you go first?

Shang Tsinghua said: "Brother, please!"

Brother X is furious: "Let you go, you go, so much nonsense!" Joining others, arrogantly, smashing at Shang Qinghua. Where is Shang Qinghua? I do n’t know. It ’s just that this group of outside disciples asked him to drag Mo Beijun, give them time to flee, stand firm, and occupy a base firmly and remain unmoved. Ah brother! For a few years, you have the heart to let me be a cannon fodder at this time! "

Mr. X said without hesitation: "What cannon fodder. If you win this Demon Demon, you will definitely make great achievements and fly to Huang Tengda. This is the only way out for us outsiders. Right here."

Shang Qinghua felt that he couldn't hold the body, and he broke his heart: "I'm going. I'm really going!"

As soon as the voice fell, he was peeled alive from the car, thrown to the ground, and blocked at the feet of Mo Beijun.

The sword, half of which is inserted into the sheath, has not decided whether it should be pulled out.

Mo Beijun sneered, his eyes flashed with cold blue. Speaking late, fast then, Shang Qinghua snapped and hugged his thigh.

Masters: "= 口 =" "

Mo Beijun: "=="

Shang Qinghua: "King, please let me follow you forever!"

Mo Beijun wanted to kick him away, but He Shangqinghua was too strong. It was even more difficult to kill him with a single palm, and he was like a gecko swimming around the wall, flexibly crawling around, and still firmly stuck to a person's thigh.

Can not help but get angry.

The disciples of Anding Feng's ancestors saw him with this stunt and were overjoyed, throwing off the car and rushing away.

Shang Qinghua just yelled in his heart. Within three seconds, he just heard a scream in front of him.

Countless slender white strings of ice-like strings piercing the chest, blood splattered.

Seeing this, Shang Qinghua immediately hugged Mo Beijun's thigh. Started whispering: "King please accept me. I'm useful!"

Mo Beijun's body seems to be a little crooked, saying: "What's the use of Oh??"

"I will bring tea and water to wash the quilt ... No." Shang Qinghua thoughtfully analyzed to him: "Look at the king, I can give you an undercover job in the Cangqiang Mountain, pass on information, and realize the feud of Human World. "

Mo Beijun.

"Outdoor disciple, and an outsider disciple of Anding Feng, when you were undercover, how and when did you realize the feud of the Human World?"

Shang Tsinghua expressly said: "Don't discriminate against the peak, so it's not good."

Why do even the demons discriminate against them ... and the discrimination against the concept of "Andingfeng" even exceeds the discrimination against "outdoor disciples" ... not willing, really not willing!

While crying and running, entangled, and dying to get there, Mo Beijun showed no sign of falling-he fell.

Shang Qinghua still hugged his thigh, Mo Beijun fell down, he was almost crushed and quickly let go. He squatted for a while, and suddenly reacted:

Mo Beijun came with injuries, right?

No wonder the face is so stinky, so angry, so easy to push!

Did you just poke yourself into the wound?

Sometimes cheap is also an advantage!

Shang Qinghua cautiously moved in the past and looked closely.

Sure enough, Mo Beijun's lower back is probably the right kidney, and there is a thin wound with a long knuckle. From the middle of the wound, a bit of golden sharp corners were broken, and it was faintly seen that it was made of gold wire, complicated in craftsmanship, and was the shape of the edge of a petal.

It's so coquettish, it's the magic flower dart of the magic flower palace, yes!

This weapon is used by the author's plane chicory to carry on with his hands. The body of the dart is thin and thin, and a little anesthetic is applied. If you move too hard, the dart body will "flower" gorgeously, grow six sharp petals, and cut off the internal organs of the recruiter. Does it sound familiar? It looks like it collided with some kind of demon creature, right? It's okay, it's easy to handle. This can be explained that the Linghua dart was designed by a predecessor of the Magic Palace who escaped from the death of the demon world based on a kind of alien creature called "Love Silk". Anyway, don't care about such details!

Voiceover is over, forcing the subject back.

That is to say, this big devil who is likely to hack himself in the palm of the hand in the future is not only stunned by the magic flower palace, but also moderately anesthetized.

It looks like Mo Beijun just killed him from the encirclement of Huahua Palace. The demons are very vengeful. It happened that the number of deaths and injuries in the Magic Palace was the largest in the Confederacy Conference, and his settings were just right ...

Shang Qinghua murmured in his heart, while he was hesitating on his face. He searched for a while on the ground, and found a half-headed stone.

One, two, three, slamming on the head of Mo Beijun with his eyes closed.

There are no warnings or intercept sounds.

Shang Qinghua let go of her heart.

Without warning, it means: you can kill!

"Oh, King, God is so good, don't blame me." Shang Qinghua prayed insincerely, his hands fell on the stone!

—— Shengsheng stopped in front of the tip of the perfect nose of Mobeijun.

Mo Beijun has extraordinary significance to him.

It can be said that Mo Beijun is the type of man who dreams of flying chicory. Powerful, cool, and self-contained, just like every child in his childhood dreamed of becoming an Ultraman.

How can he watch him kill Ultraman himself! !! !!

Shang Qinghua sighed for a while.

After the boo is over, I think very shamelessly, just don't just look at it.

So he turned his head and held up the stone.

—— No or not.

Shang Qinghua made a splash and threw away the heavy weapon. His eyes were so bright that the whole person was about to fall on Mo Beijun.

No, no, the more you look at it, the more devil technique it looks.

The appearance of Bing's little white beautiful man, in fact, he doesn't really look at him. The configuration of the chicory given to the protagonist by Xiangtian is just to make the hardware of the stallion more complete, and the stallion must be scientifically grown. The protagonist is inevitably sprayed, Bingge is three steps, one powder, five steps and one black.

But Mo Beijun is different. The supporting roles are all for love, and Mo Beijun has hardly been hacked.

This character was created entirely according to his preferences. As a character favored by the author secretly, Mo Beijun embodies Xiangtian's aesthetic as a literati's ideal of same-sex.

Don't ask why Luo Binghe does not reflect his aesthetics. The role of Luo Binghe is mainly to satisfy his pretense of "brushing out" and "crossing out".

Even if it hasn't been opened now, it is in full compliance with his sixteen-character mantra of "deep eyes, high nose bridge, full of vitality, and arrogance".

This is the dreamy man in his heart!

The stone weapon is raised and dropped, and falling and raising again. For the first time in his life (the life after wearing it), Shang Qinghua faces difficult life choices.

In the end, Shang Tsinghua decided to open a house!

Go to the inn to open a room ... oh no, housing.

The corpse is everywhere, and Shang Qinghua takes a moment to pour out the pile of heavy and useless Lao Zizi from Qingjingfeng from the small scooter. He resists Mo Beijun, faces down and covers His face, which he couldn't hold at first glance.

Cangqiangshan faction is temporarily unable to return. There wouldn't be any notice of it so quickly, because this trip came out, and the forecasted journey was seven days, and only two days had passed.

Great opportunity. When the attacked Demon Xiao Shizi is physically and mentally fragile, guarding his side and not abandoning anything is considered personal.

Shang Qinghua was so comforting himself, while he was shivering, pushing the big cart towards the city.

To open a house, it is Shang Tsinghua who spent a small amount of private house money saved by him over the years.

He's just an ordinary outsider who doesn't have the authority to manage accounts and misappropriate public funds. Open a room, already is the limit that his economic level can support. Of course, it is a single room. The room was taken for granted, there was only one bed.

Who this bed belongs to is also a matter of course.

Of course to himself!

Shang Qinghua became a large figure on the bed for a while, stretched his bones, climbed up, and hugged Mo Beijun to bed.

Just, Mo Beijun was in a bad mood when he was injured. When he wakes up, he finds himself lying on the ground or nesting in a chair, and should die. Beware that he rewards himself with an ice cone regardless of his indiscriminate status.

I just passed by the drugstore and Tsinghua bought some **** cream. Although the vitality of the Devil is alienated, the hole will slowly grow, but since you decide to hold your thigh, you must know how to abandon your restraint Show sincerity. He dug diligently and dug a hole in the kidney of Mobeijun, feeling that it was almost blocked, then turned over Mobeijun, posing as a sleeping beauty with folded hands, admiring his brain. The perfect face of the ideal modeling inside, Shang Tsinghua slept with his hands on the outside of the bed.

Summer night is sultry, and there is no cool wind when the window is open.

Haning on the other side for a long time, it was easy to take a nap.

Shang Qinghua was almost frightened by this shock.

Lian Gongdai crawled before he got under the table. He turned his head and looked at it. Mo Beijun sat up straight from the bed, his eyes glowed blue as if he was overcharged.

Shang Tsinghua has long thought about his lines, his voice is full of emotions, and his chest is clear: "King, you finally wake up-"

Mo Beijun was unmoved and looked at him coldly.

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

The other side ignored him, and Shang Tsinghua didn't feel embarrassed at all, and thought to himself: "Well, we have met on the road just now. I said that I will follow you for the rest of my life and be your king ..."

Mo Beijun interrupted him: "What are you holding me for?"

"... intimate little cotton jacket ..." Shang Tsinghua stunned: "What did you say? What happened to you?"

"You hold me."

Suddenly realized, thunderstorm.

The ghostly sky is as hot as an oven, but Mobei Jun's constitution is cold and cold. He sleeps stupidly, leaning subconsciously on the cooler side, and the more it gets, the cooler it becomes, the more comfortable it is. No wonder you have a dream Big ice cream, happily wrapped around the limbs in octopus shape, shed tears while licking.

Shang Qinghua has a close look at Mo Beijun's face and neck. There is no strange water, and he can't help the Amitabha.

He cautiously said, "You're cold, I'm afraid you have to die, that's why I hold you."

Mo Beijun heard and said, "Stupid. I was born this way. The colder my body is, the better. It's not human."

Shang Tsinghua kept checking his eyes and saw that his expression was loose, and immediately smiled, and was about to drill out from the table. Mo Beijun suddenly restored his cold voice: "You dare to try again."

Shang Qinghua didn't dare to move immediately, and hugged the wooden legs pitifully, lumped under the table like a hamster.

"What's your purpose?"

Shang Qinghua cheekily said: "There is no purpose, just to follow you for life."

Mo Beijun only didn't hear: "You are a disciple of Andingfeng."

Shang Tsinghua now always feels that others stressing the three words "Anding Feng" has a discriminatory meaning, for fear that he thinks that he will be useless and die out, he got a head out: "King, listen to me, I still Young, there is still a chance to rise ... "

"Go in!"

Shang Qinghua hastened to return to the safe zone.

When this distance is satisfied with Mo Beijun, he said, "You help me, is it a 'opportunity for ascent'?"

Sure enough, instead of saying the word "save" which is biased toward the weak, he replaced it with the auxiliary word "help".

Shang Qinghua didn't know how to answer.

"No"? Credibility is below 3%. "Yes"? Mo Beijun is more contemptuous of such a petty villain, which is why the original book is not soft to kill the original Shang Qinghua, because it was not intended to keep the goods alive from the beginning. Why bother speaking out and rushing to reduce favorability?

Fortunately, Mo Beijun's mind has long been conclusive. Shang Qinghua already was "snapped" with a chapter "Greate Life and Fear Death and Must Slap the Horse Trader's Door." He didn't need his answer. He snorted coldly. And lie down again.

Shang Qinghua waited for a while, without further action.

Is this ... temporarily accepted his surrender?

But it also shows that Mo Beijun's kidney is heavier than he thought, otherwise I'm afraid it's not so easy to give up.

In the end, Tsinghua Shang still didn't dare to rush forward, nestled under the table, and made up all night.

I woke up in the middle of the night, and in the morning, Shang Qinghua officially started a busy day as a cow.

Only in the morning, Shang Tsinghua took over 20 times to run up and down the ground after taking office. He changed the bath tub seven or eight times.

The water is used for healing Mobeijun. The ice method is always easier to soak in the water. Can not soak for half an hour, a good bucket of water can be made into ice residue.

Shang Qinghua shrank in the corner, watching Mo Beijun **** while she carried the dry food she brought with her.

Looking at it, I suddenly realized that Mo Beijun couldn't help but stared at him happily.

Shang Qinghua chewed it twice, and hurriedly took a few more bites to prevent Mo Beijun from suddenly asking him to hand over the dry food.

Mo Beijun: "Are you busy?"

Shang Qinghua busy said: "Not salty, this is sweet."

He hasn't had time to take a few more sips, and a few black shadows rush over his face.

So Shang Tsinghua is busy, and he has to wash clothes for the newly recognized master.

Yes, the devil's younger son wore such a body when he came out, it was a hole, blood and sweat. Can it still be worn? Of course, you have to sew up, make up and wash.

The World of the Low Magic Fairy is such an unromantic, bleak, evil realism! Shang Tsinghua vowed that if there was still a chance to return to flying Chicory to the sky, he would have to write a high-magic fantasy flow, the kind of brain that can be swallowed, and the science can be swallowed by the dog. All the strength is solved with little fingers, and there is no need to have the sad existence like Andingfeng!

I filled up the small hole in Mo Beijun's kidney and hung it in the room. Shang Qinghua felt that his performance was good enough that day, and he tried to climb into bed with his face folded. On the edge of the bed, history repeats itself and is stung again.

He sat on the floor with tears in his eyes: "King, you won't let me lie on the bed, what if you get cold, thirsty, hungry, want to turn over at night ... what do you do?"

Mobei Jundao: "Easy to handle."

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

On your finger?

Isn't there such a good thing, just around my neck.

Shang Qinghua was lying on the ground and corpse, thinking that this person lived really **** worse than a dog ... The only self-comfort I can think of is that Mo Beijun is not a pervert, and the other end is not tied to [Beep——], that It is inhumane.

This kind of hard life only passed four days, but Tsinghua really lived like a year. Even at night, nightmares keep going.

At midnight, Shang Qinghua slept soundly and dreamed again.

This time he dreamed that he was still in the real world, and wept at the computer, next to him was a fierce and powerful man who was beating his face with a burr cucumber, and snarled while beating: " What are you writing about jb! "

Hanging to the sky to avoid the cucumber, he argued, "I have n’t had a already code for a long time! You must not do this!"

Peerless Cucumber: "Then don't update soon!" He said a rope loop around his neck.

In all kinds of pain, Shang Qinghua struggled to wake up, her neck still tight. Looking down, Mo Beijun lay on the bed, pulling the end of the rope tied to his hand with high frequency.

Shang Qinghua was helpless: "What do you want, King?"

After asking twice, it turns out that Mo Beijun didn't deliberately make a whole person. He was unconscious at all and was uncomfortable tossing around. Poor Shang Qinghua with his neck pulled, caught him twice, and his eyes almost squeezed out.

Mo Beijun frowned, still rolling uneasily.

Shang Qinghua leaned to the bed crouching, looked at the sweat beads on his smooth forehead and the clothes with the slightest warmth.

Mo Beijun looks as if there is only a small wound. It's not a big deal. In fact, the situation is a bit serious, but he is holding on and not saying. Coupled with the fact that the ice-based Demon races originally hated hot weather, in the middle of summer, the wound may be showing an inflammation-like lesion.

Should kidneys be so slow, do you need to strengthen the kidneys?

Shang Tsinghua confessed to go out, not afraid of knocking on the door at midnight, asked for two Pu fans, returned one left and one right, and played the old fan.

Ban fan yawning for days, his eyes were almost blurred, half dreaming, half awake, as if to see Mo Beijun's eyes open, ice blue pupils bright and cold in the moonlight, like a pair Magnificent cat eyes.

This situation is really scary. Shang Qinghua was excited, opened his eyes wide, and took a closer look, but it was clearly closed.

Wake up and find out that something bad is bad.

He actually fell asleep on the bed.

It ’s so dangerous. Fortunately, Mo Beijun has n’t awoken, and he ca n’t kick his brain away when he wakes up!

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

After a while, Mo Beijun sat up.

Shang Qinghua pleaded heartily, it was so close, and if he woke up later, blood splattered on the spot.

The next day, I won the King of Mobei, and finally I can see the sky again and go out to the street.

In fact, he held Mo Beijun's thigh and cried, "The king, my dry food is broken, I do n’t get home in cultivation. If you want to eat, you do n’t want to eat, do n’t eat, you do n’t let me go to the street to buy dry food. Dead in this house, beware the body smells you ... "

A bowl of gruel was ordered in the corner shop. The porridge was as clear as water, and bowed his head to see his own shadow. He was described as being beaten by rain.

Zheng Xuan is miserable, and suddenly it seems that someone behind him is calling his teacher.

He turned around and saw four or five young children with Immortal Qi Ling wearing fluttering sleeves, carrying long swords, and calmly approached him.

Tongmen, Tongmen of the Cangqiang Mountain!

Yes, already has been over for seven days. The organization sent someone to come to him!

Shang Qinghua burst into tears, ran out and trembled and stretched out his hand: "Brother! Brother Wei!"

The head of the youth is very different from others. Two sabers hung from the waist, one long and one short, and the two sleeves are as clear as wind. Brother Wei Qingwei, Correct Wan Jianfeng, welcomed him and said, "Master X, you ... What's wrong with you? See you in a few days, why are you completely changed, and you're all too young! "

"..."

Shang Qinghua yelled, "That's probably because I'm not Brother X."

He just eats a little bit thinner now. What is the immature form? And Brother Wei, I have wiped each sword more than three times on Wan Jianfeng ’s test bench. You also asked me to sweep your room and make meals by the way. I forgot my face so quickly!

Wei Qingwei said, "Just kidding. Brother Shang, why did you see you alone? Others? Why didn't you postpone and what happened?"

"Uh others ... others ..."

The encounters between soldiers were too sudden. Shang Tsinghua couldn't compose a seamless story for a while, so he shook his body palely, grunted, and fell to the ground.

When pretending to be dead, I felt Wei Qingwei squatted down and poked at his face. Several others said, "Brother, he's dizzy. What should I do?"

Wei Qingwei poked and said, "What can you do, go back and talk."

The dome peak.

A row of corpses lay outside the hall. The disciples of Anding Peak who went down the mountain that day to pick up the goods, except Shang Tsinghua, were not bad. They all lay here.

Shang Qinghua knelt in front of the corpse, tears falling down.

No way, this practice world is not easy to mix. As his innate conditions are so bad, the lacrimal gland is not well developed.

After the masters asked, the atmosphere was condensed, and they entered the hall to discuss it.

Suddenly heard the sound of the clash of the ring on the sword spike, a teenager wearing a uniform of Jingjingfeng approached slowly.

This young man has fair complexion, slender eyebrows, pale lips, and a mean look. Black hair and cyan ribbons were scattered behind the shoulders, holding a sword. The funeral star of Correct is engraved with a ghost, and there is a wonderful flower on the quiet peak. Shen Qingqiu, one of the generations of scum villains, who is the leader of "Road of the Immortal".

After Shen Qingqiu inspected the corpse, he casually asked, "Did the Mozu let you bring something or something?"

Shang Qinghua froze: "No?"

Shen Qingqiu's chancre is slightly raised, so there is often a tendency to chancre. Every time Shang Qinghua talks to him, he feels that he despises himself, although contempt doesn't matter, he is used to it ...

Shen Qingqiu smiled and said with a smile: "This is weird. Seven or eight people are all dead. If there is nothing else you want to bring to us, why do you want to keep you alive?"

Shang Qinghua blinked, "Uh-"

Shen Qingqiu was really laughing this time: "Shang——Master. Why are you able to retreat and send back to Cangqiang Mountain?"

You must not respond sloppily.

Shen Qingqiu is different from those paper cannon fodder with IQ 40, the wall is not easy to be confused. Give him Ni Duan to make a small report, the undercover career is about to end su.

Pretending to be stupid for 30s, when Shang Qinghua's head light bulb turned on, he immediately said, "This ... may be because of ..."

Because he didn't hesitate to kneel?

Because the king cries loudly and sincerely?

Abandoned because of dignity?

Shen Qingqiu waited patiently, waiting for a heartbreaking cough.

Shang Qinghua coughed with tears. He took a step back, showing disgust.

One thing, one thing, you see who I call to clean up you!

Sure enough, after five seconds, Yue Qingyuan's voice came from behind him: "Master Qingqiu, the demon race has no rules to follow, it is easy for Master Shang to escape the disaster, even if there is something to ask, it is better Wait for him to take a break. "

Come out! The god-level summoned beast Yue Qingyuan arrived at the battlefield!

Shang Qinghua silently started counting.

Shen Qingqiu raised his hand and said, "Okay. I don't speak well and don't talk anymore. Brother Yue, please."

1hit.

Yue Qingyuan said: "The teachers and brothers of Anding Feng are also helping Qing Jingfeng this time. Why are the brothers sympathetic and stubborn? ... Brother Shang, why are you coughing more and more, but you want me to call Qian Caofeng Let me see for you? "

Shang Qinghua is grateful and shakes her head at Yue Qingyuan. Continue counting: 2hit.

Shen Qingqiu laughed: "Twelve Peaks have their own duties and are good at their own strengths. Anding Feng is originally doing this. Brother Yue said why they are so aggrieved, as if only Cangqiangshan sent Anding Feng to do something. Besides, do you think they swear less on their backs?

3hit.

Yue Qingyuan always looked patient and wanted to speak. Shen Qingqiu immediately said, "Stop it. Brother Xie Yue taught, and Qing Qing will listen later. I'm gone."

!

He knew that when the two men talked together, more than 5 sentences could definitely break up.

Shen Qingqiu walked away with Xiu Ya sword, Yue Qingyuan turned back, "Master Shang, you are shocked."

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

Compared with the exhaustion and exploitation he has suffered in the past few days, he is a little bit shocked.

Due to this incident, it is not known whether the master of Andingfeng Laofeng was to appease Shang Tsinghua or how to promote him into a formal disciple.

Shang Qinghua La la la all the way, went back to the Chase shop to pack things, and reported to the idler residence at the highest level of Anding Peak.

Yes, you read that right. Those who lived in An Dingfeng were so busy and rude that their maid-like disciples lived in a dormitory called "leisure house". Just shit! He vowed to Tiantian that he didn't take any ridicule when he set the name, but now looking at these three words, he feels the maliciousness of this world deeply.

Shang Tsinghua found his hut, exhausted physically and mentally, insisted on laying the bed, turned around and poured a glass of water. Looking back, a personal already sat on the bed.

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

The voice of Mo Beijun is like ice: "Follow me all my life, huh?"