What To Do If The Heroine Escapes From The Book Chapter 51: Who is the traitor

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"You hit the wall yourself, why do you think it was me... oh~ I'll do it, I'll do it..."

"That's what I wrote to give readers amusement. How do you know that the dignified tribulation monk will really be so stupid that he bumps into the head... Ouch~ Not stupid, not stupid..."

"How do you want to die? Can you die happily...Ouch~"

"In the future? How dare you do it in the future. Ouch~"

"Bang!"

The glyph of Chu Getai was stuck on the wall and slowly slid down.

Qiu Wuji clapped his hands, as if there was dust on them, and said in a cool tone: "Oh, this golden bell has been practiced well. It didn't hurt even if it hit the wall."

Chu Ge was also a little surprised. He didn’t feel any pain when he hit the wall. How long has he been practicing for this time and the golden bell mask is so effective? Of course, for the sake of Zhen Fugang, he still said harshly: "That's because the master taught me well, but it can't compare with the master's grace when he hits the stone door. Even if he hits the wall, he hits it so beautifully..."

Qiu Wuji gnashed his teeth: "Do you really think I dare not beat you hard?"

"Hey~ stop pinching, if you pinch the golden bell again, it will be so big..."

"Isn't this very good, it will help you practice how to prevent pinching with the Golden Bell Shield." Qiu Wuji sneered: "I carefully checked the Golden Bell Shield exercises. It said above that it is aimed at preventing needle sticks or needle sticks with sharp objects. Heavy blows with blunt objects require different training modes. I have customized a set of training methods for you, get up!"

Chu Ge climbed up carefully: "What method?"

"Tons"!

A durian hit Chu Ge on the head.

Chu Ge: "?"

Qiu Wuji glanced up and down his arm and said with satisfaction: "Look, is this training for both blunt force blows and needle stick protection?"

Chu Ge: "..."

The next moment, several durians came from the corner, one hit them on the stomach, the other hit them on the back, and rolled up and down.

"Pfft!" Chu Ge's eyes bulged out: "This is murder..."

Without saying the word "husband", he said "ton ton" twice, and two more durians hit his left and right shoulders.

"Don't move." Qiu Wuji said with a smile: "If you are squirming around because of the durian prick, you will lose the meaning of exercise, so you must stay still and use your golden bell to hold it hard. The head and If one of these three durians rolls off your shoulders, you will be stabbed for half an hour longer. If all three of them roll off, you will be stabbed all night."

Chu Ge felt pain or not, but his whole body felt like being bitten by countless ants. He gritted his teeth and said: "Don't bully me because I don't understand. Are you trying to torture me for public benefit?"

Qiu Wuji rolled his eyelids and looked at the ceiling: "I am the monk who has overcome the tribulation. You are just making up stories. You should think clearly about who you should listen to when you want to practice."

Chu Ge: "..."

Qiu Wuji added: "Even if the durian is no longer rolling in my belly, I will still be able to carry it on my head and shoulders."

"Why is this?"

"Exercise your balance and stability." Qiu Wuji pointed to the messy furnishings in the room: "I have been practicing my body movements for the past two days. Do you feel that you are unstable if you speed up a little, and it is easy to twist and fall?"

She moved the coffee table: "You knocked the coffee table crooked, don't you feel it?"

Hearing this, Chu Ge began to think it made sense, so he asked: "Is it possible that I also have to practice the footband with a horse step?"

"That's the training method of mortal warriors. We don't need such crude methods."

"...What kind of foreign method is it to top durian?"

"It's just to find a sense of balance for you. You are energetic. Once you find this feeling, you can leave a mental imprint and self-regulate your body. I don't think it will take long. What others are looking for is muscle memory, but what you are looking for is muscle memory. Spiritual imprint. As for muscle training itself, the Golden Bell can provide it, and your running is also meaningful."

After hearing this, Chu Ge felt more and more professional. He looked at the durians on his left and right shoulders with a grimace, and then at the one still rolling around on his belly. He stiffened his head and stopped talking.

You can't even move your head, there's still one on your head.

Seeing the way he was holding the durian in his arms, Qiu Wuji turned his head and quietly raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

I lied to you.

Well, it’s not a complete lie. It has some effects, but it could have been done using other methods and it doesn’t need to be like this.

The reason why I use this... is because someone said that kneeling on the durian is a good way to teach a (man) man a lesson. Forget about kneeling, but there is no problem in supporting the durian...

Qiu Wuji was in a good mood and was tidying up the house: "You knocked me everywhere and made me look ugly. It's a shame that you can live on your own."

Chu Ge really doesn’t think it’s a big deal if the coffee table is crooked or the things on it are messy, but when he sees Qiu Wuji sorting things out, he still feels soft in his heart and doesn’t want to talk. The durians feel soft.

Of course, Qiu Wuji didn't tidy up much manually, but most of the places were as clean and neat as new after being swept by her spiritual thoughts. Qiu Wuji, who was in a good mood, simply cleaned up the curtains, windows, walls and ceilings that hadn't been washed in a long time. Even the light bulbs were shining brightly. The whole house had a brand new look and a fresh fragrance.

You wouldn’t know without comparing. Chu Ge originally thought his house was quite tidy, but now he suddenly felt that the house he lived in before was almost like a doghouse.

Qiu Wuji touched his chin and looked around for a while, then shook his head and said: "It's too vulgar."

Chu Ge said helplessly: "I never wrote about how fairy-like your house is."

"It's precisely because you didn't write it that you can be immortal. If you wrote it, you would be hopeless."

Chu Ge: "..."

"I'm going to move two flowers and plant them tomorrow. The jasmine downstairs is very good, and the roses are also growing well..."

"No, that's public property, you can't take it back."

Qiu Wuji asked curiously: "Is this considered public property?"

"Well, you can either go to the wild to pick wild ones, or you can just buy potted plants. It's simple and clear."

Qiu Wuji knows that you need to buy well-raised potted plants, but it just feels like a waste. She thought about it and shook her head: "I'll go to the countryside tomorrow. Also, buy some rice paper..."

"Why buy this?"

"Get some calligraphy and painting. I know it's probably quite expensive. Can I write it myself?"

Chu Ge burst into tears: "Even if you live ten thousand..."

Qiu Wuji stared.

Chu Ge immediately changed his mind: "Well, even if you are omnipotent and can write and draw by yourself, don't you still have to frame it? This is just a rental house, you can just make a living, why bother..."

"Who wants to work with you?" Qiu Wuji said: "This is the place where I live. At least I have to feel comfortable."

Chu Ge was startled and suddenly grinned: "You are right."

Qiu Wuji could tell what De Xing was thinking just by looking at him. He turned around and went back to his room angrily: "I'm going to play on the computer. You continue to do it. You're practicing for yourself, don't be lazy."

"Okay, okay, I know..." Chu Ge felt strange. Sometimes he felt like he had a daughter, and sometimes he felt like he had a mother.

Taking it all together, is it just called wife?

Well, you can't say this. If you say it, you will be hammered to death.

Over there, before Qiu Wuji reached his room, the doorbell rang outside.

She was startled: "Are you ordering takeout? Or are you delivering liquefied petroleum gas?"

"How long has it been since we had to change the liquefied gas..." Before Chu Ge finished speaking, he heard the sound of the key being inserted into the door, and the door was opened directly.

Chu Ge: "?"

Qiu Wuji: "?"

Zhang Qiren stepped inside: "I forgot I didn't leave my key, haha, Chu... eh?"

He subconsciously stepped back and went out. He looked up at the door number and then at the keys in his hand, his eyes full of confusion.

You're right! But why does this house look different? It still smells good...

Then he saw a very beautiful woman staring at him with an evil expression, murderous intent in her eyes.

This woman looks familiar too. She was the "female fan" who showed up at the dinner just now.

Zhang Qiren's eyes flashed and he saw Chu Ge standing there stupidly with a durian on his head.

Fuck fans for real!

Zhang Qiren said sadly: "I thought it was me who betrayed the class, but I never thought it was you who really betrayed the revolution!"

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