The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

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After the garrisons of the underground ice castle were repatriated, there was no magic. Mo Beijun must have thought that he was honestly "rolling", and he would not expect him to fold back. It was not discovered when Shang Qinghua returned to the corridor in front of the dormitory. He stopped here and walked up the girders along the huge pillars of the three people, and found a place that would never be seen.

However, this position is indeed not seen by others, but it can't be seen by others!

The cold voice of Mobei Jun sounded and seemed to be forcibly suppressing the fire.

He said: "What are you doing?"

The voice of a strange young man smiled and said: "I am a step-by-step, I am going to discuss a cup of wine, what can I do?"

Mo Beijun did not answer, and snorted, half a sigh: "What is good to drink."

Another voice said again: "After these seven days, you are the real Mobeijun. Isn't this worthy of congratulations?"

Shang Qinghua knows who this is, and what is the story of the original work that has been disturbed and delayed until now.

It’s gonna. The situation of Mobei Jun is not good.

The uninvited guest who came is Mo Beijun, his little uncle, Shuguangjun!

The lying inside the sleeping hall must be the body of the father who had never seen the face since the birth of Mobei Jun.

According to what he has set, after the death of the monarchs of each generation of the Mobei family, they will pass on the 70% of the work to the next generation of heirs. This moment is extremely crucial. In his original plot, Shuguang Jun is the eye of this festival, and in the last day when Mo Beijun is at the critical juncture of digestive power, he launched a sneak attack. Because the original legal first heir was Mo Beijun, Shuguang Jun was not qualified to inherit the work, hard robbing was useless, illegal is illegal, and the ancestors would not admit it. However, if Mo Beijun died after the official succession, he is the only Mobei bloodline. At that time, the seven successful bodies should not be too happy.

According to the original, there should be an ice brother who plays the tiger next to him and escorts him. After Mobei Jun is in place, he will sneak a sneak peek at Mobei. However, the ice brother of this world did not shy at this time to toss his master, and said, how can he have an empty mind here? When Mo Beijun brought it back, it was actually a self that didn’t have a fart!

Shang Qinghua madly chasing hair: King, you, you, you, take me back to dry up? ! I can't lift my shoulders and I can't help you. How can I have the ability to protect you? Of course, this kind of life is to find a confidant, find the most NB's allies! Even if you can't tear the ice brother away from his master's body, at least you are looking for him to borrow tens of thousands of black martial arts martial arts? If you are not good enough, you can't find me. I don't have amateur level in addition to the light tea delivery. ! !

There is no immortal aura that I personally donate to the male protagonist, the deadly moment after seven days, Mo Beijun...

Shuguang Jundao: "Why are you not carrying such an important day?"

"..." Mo Beijun replied coldly: "No."

Shuguangjun ate and laughed: "I was originally brought with it? I saw it. When I came over, I happened to be hitting the individual and going out. That is the...Is it with your stable peak? How did he mess with you?" I made it like that. I listened to the rumors and thought that your temper became better."

For a long time, no one answered.

Shuguang Jun smiled again: "The little uncle just asked, why didn't you look at me like this kindly?"

Mobei Jun straight white: "I hope you go out."

"You are so hurtful. But unfortunately, my family did not stipulate that other people should not be allowed to watch during the succession ceremony. Besides, I am still your father's brother. If you are not there, stand here today waiting for inheritance. It will definitely be me."

Mo Beijun seems to know that he can't stop him, no more words. Dawning Jun is smug, not knowing the convergence: "Hey, grow up to be the lord, and it really is different. You are still a little cute when you were young."

Shang Qinghua listened to this familiar line, wiped the sweat, and felt a slight shame for himself to write such a shameless role. The uncle, he actually had a face when he was a child.

Mobeijun has no mother since childhood, and the most sticky and closest to him when he was a child is the little uncle who is not far behind. However, because of the breaks and emotional disputes between the older generation of brothers, Shuguangjun really couldn’t like this scorpion. When he was not paying attention to other geniuses, he took the obedient little scorpion out of the gate and threw it into it. In the human world, let a bunch of self-cultivating mobs chase this little magic that is ignorant, panicked, and smashed for a few steps.

At that time, the age of Mo Beijun was probably only equivalent to a four-year-old child. If he hadn’t remembered it for more than ten days, his son didn’t seem to be behind his brother in the past few days. After he had asked him, Mo Beijun might have been detained in the water palace of the Magic Flower Palace. For the demon of that age, a group of people who chaos around him is a group of monsters who drink blood. Imagine how a human four-year-old child will be caught in a magical cave, and it will be almost the same.

The last one was in the middle of the basin, and the basin in the Sichuan Basin, the son finally got back, and there was no danger, no danger, no matter how hard it was. I said this brother’s two sentences and let them continue in the future. Get along with".

After being unknowingly picked up, Mo Beijun no longer spoke to this favorite little uncle. As he grows older, the more he develops, the more serious he is, so he finally refuses to talk to anyone, and hates all betrayal.

I revisited my own history of dog blood indifference and growth, and Shang Qinghua reflected on it. It is mainly introspection that the instinct of the Mozu is not too inhuman. The second is to reflect on why there is no convenient way to add a "the succession ceremony does not allow the idlers to wait, even the immediate family members do not work." So that now, when Mo Beijun is mourning and waiting to inherit, he must not leave, nor can he reasonably drive away the light.

In this way, while reflecting on the side and trepidation, Shang Qinghua was seven days old and finally waited until the last day.

On the seventh day of the sacrifice, the moment when Mo Beijun officially inherited his work, he was wisely slow to move. However, sooner or later, it is necessary to act.

Shuguang Jundao: "What? Why hesitate?"

Because you are standing here! ! !

Twilight Jundao: "Isn't it... afraid of my sneak attack? How come? I am your uncle. Mobei, you have to hurry and miss it if you don't start. If you don't have a chance to remedy, don't you remind me?"

If you don't start right away, the body will naturally dissipate, which is equivalent to a huge amount of heritage drifting in the wind; immediately, Dawning Jun is absolutely uneasy and good-hearted. The situation of Mo Beijun at this moment can be described as a dilemma.

Everything went like the original, but there was one less ice brother who was invincible, and a more savage brother.

In the end, Mo Beijun still sneered.

Shang Qinghua bit his teeth, or braved the dedication of the demon, and found his head. Almost in the sleep of the temple to fly a group of blue light, cover the moment of Mobeijun, Shuguang Jun shot!

Mo Beijun had precautions and made a hand to pick him up. After all, I was distracted and taught a trace of magic into my palm. This silk does not belong to his magical spirits in the body of Mobei Jun, he did not dare to care, but had to split a part of the mind to deal with it. Shuguang Jun was aware of the success of one fell swoop, but he was too ecstatic, but he had not had time to move further. Suddenly there was a person who fell from the sky and jumped out!

Shuguang Jun coolly said: "How can I still have guards who have not been taken away here? Didn't you leave before seven days? Why? Come back to protect the Lord? But you can't come out, you have this loyalty."

Shang Qinghua didn't see him okay at first, and his legs were softer. Although Shuguangjun looks very good, but it is a kind of feminine and sinister look, the peach blossom eyes are like a poisonous needle in the cold, laughing slightly when the teeth, teeth are white and white, especially suitable for biting raw meat. !

Shang Qinghua stood in front of Mobei Jun with a hard scalp: "First, who said that I came back to protect the Lord? Second, who told you that he is my lord?"

Shuguang Jun: "Then you are stopping at me now, what is going on?"

Shang Qinghua has a powerful saying: "Lower down the stone!"

When he was nonsense, his hands were shaking, and he pointed at his face: "Look, what he made me like. You are a scorpion, your temper is really good!"

Mo Beijun spit a blood behind him. Absolutely lived by him.

Shang Qinghua is crying like this: "Over the years, my broken ribs can be piled up again, and the blood I vomit can drown myself. Loyalty? For this kind of person... This kind of demon, who can Loyalty. He treats me like this. If Shang Qinghua can still swallow his voice and not revenge, he will be the leader of the stable peak!"

When talking about this passage, Shang Qinghua did not dare to look back at the expression of Mo Beijun. The frost on the back is freezing!

Shuguangjun haha ​​smiled and said: "Mobei, have you heard it? I really sympathize with you, and I will always be betrayed by betrayal. How do you rule the Mobei family? You really succeeded, you are this physique, Isn't my family at risk of being overturned at any time? Or listen to the uncle's words, and give me peace of mind, let's go."

After many years of wish, I realized that Dawning Jun’s state of mind is broad and he is generous to him: “How do you want to fall into the rocks?”

With a smile, Shang Qinghua deducted a fire law and went to the back.

Shuguang Jun felt a hot breeze, and the red light danced in front of him. The Mobei Icers are the most disgusted with the fire. In particular, this fire does not seem to be a fire. It is that Shang Qinghua’s dead skin is looking for Shen Yunqiu’s several pieces of Xuanyang fire, and Shuguangjun’s disgust is also mixed with fear. Immediately, I stepped back and covered my face, and my heart was slightly surprised.

He thought: "I don't see it. The rumored sacred sacred peak of the sacred peak is actually a sly character. I can hear that Mobei is very good to him. Who wants this to lurk for many years, so it is so toxic. I want to use the flame of the fairy to burn Mobei to death. The death is not so cheap, this fire is only afraid to burn him alive! If he just rushed me to make this law, I am afraid that I will be embarrassed. For a while, I don’t know if he still has a few seeds of this kind of fire. No matter whether it is or not, this person must not stay."

But when he finished the calculation, he stood firm and immediately became angry.

Mobei Jun was not swallowed up by the fire, but was covered in a bush of flames. Fang Cai Shang Qinghua’s kind of fire did not hit him. Instead, he painted a big circle in his square and the Xuanyang real fire, surrounded by two of them.

Although Mo Beijun is out of the ring, he can also enter the circle. If it is powered by the air, his ice method will be melted by Xuanyang. It seems that it is not like an attack technique, it is like a protection circle!

When I was deceived, I was deceived, and the face of Shuguangjun was overcast.

Mo Beijun was photographed by a scorpion venomous devil. He was swearing in the limbs. He was kneeling on his knees, his face was white and white, and he didn’t even look at the others. Shang Qinghua was so busy that he couldn’t help. Shuguang Jun walked around the Xuanyang fire circle and sneered as he walked.

He said: "I just said wrong, you are loyal, you are so loyal and loyal to the brain. For me this is not a scorpion, come back to death in vain! Just do not know, how long can you be in this circle?"

This sentence poked the pain of Shang Qinghua.

Shen Qingqiu gave the fire, he was thrown out at once, and did not leave a bottom. He squatted in front of Mo Beijun and prayed at the blood of the chicken: "Mom, have you heard it, he wants to kill me, your uncle wants to kill me! You must digest it, I really don't know this circle." When is it!"

Suddenly, a cracking stone banged and there was ice dust and ash falling overhead.

Shang Qinghua was not stable, and the flames of the swaying swayed together.

I saw Shuguangjun withdrawing from a column with one hand and said: "Do you think that you can't come out, I can't take you there?"

He wants to collapse the ice castle, suffocate or bury the Mobeijun!

Seeing that the icicle climbed out of the crack in the forest, the second palm of Shuguangjun was about to be played. Shang Qinghua was busy: "Come out, this will come out!"

Just like a bitter and deep-headed frog jumping into the oil pan, he slowly swallowed out of the circle.

When you come out, you don't want to go in again. Twilight is like a ghost, and he grabs him: "What use is it for you to get out? Fire the fire!"

In fact, he also has a panic. I don't know how long it takes for a magical gas to be suppressed. If it is before the fire of Xuanyang is extinguished, he will adjust the interest rate and digest the seven successful bodies. Is it a farce after today's change?

Shang Qinghua said: "I only know how to set fire, I don't know how to put out fire."

Shuguang Jun: "Let him come out!"

Shang Qinghua: "This... you can see that he is like this now, and you can’t move it out."

Shuguang Jun sneered and put his hand to the heart of Shang Qinghua.

He said kindly: "Then you said, if your heart is freezing, will he be impulsive and come out?"

Shang Qinghua: "If this kind of thing can be broken by ‘impulse,’ I suggest that you should try your own ‘I’m impulsive’ and see if you can rush in...”

He can't say it later.

Shuguang Jun sang the ice singer softly and sang it into a happy and vicious little song. He said: "Mobei, the uncle is really an accident. You actually have a running dog who is not willing to betray you. It’s a pity that such a good dog, isn’t it?”

Near the heart chamber, a snow and ice.

Shang Qinghua's lips are purple, and the hand is said: "Jun Junjun."

Shuguang Jun: "Say."

Shang Qinghua: "You are like this... freeze my heart, I can't make a sound, I don't sound too bad, Dada can't do what you want him to be 'impulse'. I built... I suggest you still hit me. I promise to be screaming and screaming."

Shuguang Jun: "Oh. But my hand is very heavy. If you don't control it, what should you do if you kill?"

Shang Qinghua: "Nothing is okay, I can't live. I am used to it, often licking your nephew..."

The voice has not fallen, Shang Qinghua will have a physical experience, and the hand of Shuguang Jun is "heavy".

He did not use magic, completely physical attack. Shang Qinghua can clearly hear the sound of each rib broken, and the sound of the chest leaking when the blood is vomiting too much.

When the gang is a little loose, Shang Qinghua thought, compared with his uncle and other demons, Mo Beijun really **** too soft, too kind, just a little angel.

The longer he prolonged, the more the Twilight Jun was anxious to approach the fury, stepping on his back, picking up one of his arms and smirking: "Is not guaranteed to be screaming and screaming? Why is the mouth so strict? Haven’t leaked yet?”

This action brought some extremely bad associations to Shang Qinghua. He was busy vomiting a spurt of blood in the exit and shouted with sincerity.

Shuguang Jundao: "Well, yes. Unfortunately, it is not bad enough. I will help you."

The terrible pain of the torn bones of the muscles on the shoulders. Shang Qinghua opened his mouth and let the fear collapse, but he could not call it out.

But the pain did not develop to the point where it was out of control. Suddenly, he was softly dropped by the hand that was picked up backwards.

The corner of the dark blue robe rolled in front of him, and the snow was full.

Mo Beijun unexpectedly took out the fire circle and took a shot in the heart of Shuguang Jun!

Twilight Jun Jun couldn't get rid of this chest and palm, half of his chest collapsed, and the whole body was like being pierced through a big hole, and it went out a thousand miles. His heart is cold: the power of this kid's blow is not the same as in the past. After all, he dragged him over and overwhelmed the works of Mobei's dynasties!

And even Xuanyang is not afraid of real fire, wear it directly!

Although it is resentful and unwilling, at the moment, I am afraid that he is not the opponent of Mo Beijun at all. He has to hurriedly seal the wound with ice, turning it into a black wind and attacking the ice castle.

Shang Qinghua squinted his face, and he did not see the movement for a long time. No one came to help him. His heart was desolate: What an angry thing? How to say it is also for him to be like this, help is not given a hand, this is too much to say!

I heard a loud noise.

Shang Qinghua was very difficult and screamed and turned over.

Mobei Jun actually fell again. Two figures, standing in different poses next to a burning fire circle, quietly, quietly, fluttering the street.

He suddenly realized that he was afraid that Mo Beijun had not finished the seven successful bodies, nor did he put down the magical pressure of Shuguangjun. Fang Cai, he is really "temporary impulse", struggling to fight, only temporarily scared off the light Guangjun. Now Mobeijun exhausted the last strength, and was also burned by the deadly Xuanyang, so it was...

Although Mobei Jun was lying on the ground, he couldn't even bend his fingers, but he still used his eyes to smash him.

Shang Qinghua was unable to continue to feel at ease, but he had to open his mouth: "That, the king, you, don't struggle, lay down, slowly digest it. The gradual progress of the lords of the past dynasties is cumulative, not a sip." of."

The gaze still does not converge, Shang Qinghua is like a needle rain, and the heart is shocked and flicked. It is easy to take a breath and sit up in the upper body and shake it into Parkinson.

Now, Mo Beijun can finally listen to him. He sighed and said: "Hey, Dawang. Actually, I didn't want to go at this time. I don't know that it is just a critical moment for your successor. Really. If you are such an important thing, why are you not? Tell me earlier."

Mo Beijun used his expression to tell him "I will forgive you if you kneel down and say that I am wrong."

Shang Qinghua’s mouth was pumped and continued: “To be honest, you should not bring me. I don’t want to do anything at all. I will usually give you a glimpse of it. It can still be used. You see me just being beaten. In this way, I only dragged you a little time. Your uncle was seriously injured by you, you should not dare to come again. You are almost ready to digest it. Then I will go...

Mo Beijun's original face eased. When he heard the last sentence, he immediately shot cold: "Go still?! You dare!"

He was stunned again, and Shang Qinghua’s body still hurts. Suddenly, he burst into anger and immediately screamed: "How dare not!"

This palm, of course, scared Mo Beijun, only shot his shoulder and arm a good pain, eyes staring at Venus. The horizontal and vertical Mobei Jun can't move now, Shang Qinghua is evil to the gallbladder, referring to him: "Tell you the truth! I have been forbearing you for a long time, you are a spoiled young master, the temperament of the second generation!"

This move can be described as a dog. Mo Beijun is completely unbelievable. And Shang Qinghua’s many years of grievances are like Changhong, and they are sprayed out:

"You see that my temper is good, I can't talk very well, and I am good at it. Is it good? You think you Laozi, I am so... so... ah?!"

"Look at what, you have opinions?! I am yours! I am yelling at you! That is, I am letting you go! For personal change, try?! Ice brother can not kill you, Shen Qingqiu original goods can not yin you !"

"No one likes to be shackled every day, and no one is being shackled every day. It’s really fun all day! It’s not really a dog! It’s a dog. You kick it both feet every day. It’s been a long time. Wrap you!"

Mobei Jundao: "Do you want to die?"

Under these circumstances, the deterrent power of this sentence is very big, Shang Qinghua said: "I don't want to. I don't dare to go, I dare to do anything else, do you believe it or not? This peak is here today, take you before. My share is coming back!"

Mobei Junger said: "You -!!!"

Shang Qinghua said: "What are you? Are you ‘you dare?' Tell you, I am still dare now. Come!”

After finishing the sleeves, in the face of Mobei Jun Tieqing, I was eager to try my fist. In the eyes of Mo Beijun, the cold knife was released, and Shang Qinghua was not afraid. He punched out and punched his face.

Mo Beijun instinctively did not pass his face, only felt a tight skin.

Very strange feeling. It was a little itchy, a little painful, but it was not a serious blow.

Shang Qinghua put **** on his cheek and pulled it out, saying: "How, pain is not painful?!"

I thought about it, this **** is different from what I want to do in my heart! Look at him, he can't move him. Even if you look at it, you can lose your face!

But no way, sure enough... still can't handcuff this face!

Mo Beijun was unclear and insisted: "You are finished!"

Shang Qinghua said with a smile: "There is a bone, this situation can still threaten me, I appreciate you."

He joined in the other hand, pinching the other side of Mobeijun, pulling it in the opposite direction for a while, and squeezing it into a ball. The noble and glamorous image of Mobei Jun in the past was destroyed by his hands and the chickens and dogs were not left. Shang Qinghua’s mouth repeats: “Is it still painful? Does it hurt?”

Mobei Jun is unyielding, and the physiological tears are not blocked by the arrogant. After all, he is pulled by the tears in his eyes.

"... hurts? The pain is right!" Shang Qinghua let go of his paws and said: "You usually hit me, ten times more than this pain! What made me pull a pull? Jiaojia!"

Mo Beijun was pale and pale in his arrogance, and there were a lot of green and red fingerprints on his cheeks. It was really shocking.

To say that Shang Qinghua is indeed embarrassed, just a passionate crime is a good time, and then I am afraid that I will be sent to the crematorium, especially after the face of Mo Beijun returns to normal shape, the expression is really... It is... he sees it Straight guilty, busy patted the clothes, ready to walk and leave. The stride of the stride slipped a few steps, and behind the desert, the monk replied: "If you want to stand your legs, don't move!"

Conditional reflexes, Shang Qinghua also obeyed.

He did not dare to turn back and said: "Da Wang, I am really gone."

Mo Beijun: "Shut up! Come back!"

Shang Qinghua said to himself: "If you are angry, don't come to me. I will never find me again when I go back, so don't do nothing. Then, King, goodbye."

Mo Beijun is almost roaring: "Don't let me see you again if you are bold enough to go!"

Shang Qinghua turned a deaf ear.

After two steps, he added another sentence: "I am very happy to see you. Really - you are even more handsome than I thought!"

At this moment, he was elated and fluttering, and he looked like the moment when he wrote the character's appearance.

Facing the characters in my own writings, I feel really real. Think about it afterwards, this is really embarrassing.

But parting soon, it’s hard to be a little bit of a thing.

It’s just that Shang Qinghua didn’t understand it. Say good “parting soon”?

It’s been a month since the system was released back to the city, and he’s still doing nothing in the world of madness!

Every time he pokes the system, the [Yes] and [Next time] that are different in red and green colors will be sent for a while, then select the button on the right to close the interface.

Next time next time, how many times next time.

Shang Qinghua blamed this as procrastination. All the procrastination!

He did not dare to go back to Cangwu Mountain. He did not know if Mobei Jun would be angry with the people on the peak. However, half of his savings were placed in a cave in Anding Peak, and the other half was placed in the house of Beibei Jun in the northern part of the country. Since this month, Shang Qinghua has looked rather chic, but in fact, it is not a slap in the air. If there is still a little spiritual power, it is no different from ordinary tramps.

After nearly a month of wandering, he actually taught him to run into a certain apprentice who was happy with the world.

When Shang Qinghua recognized who this was, he couldn’t help but blink. It took me half a minute to make sure that the young man who was holding a fishing rod and carrying a fish scorpion and still arrogant was a Luobing River. It took another half minute to make sure that the food box was still serving him. It is Shen Xianqiu Shen Fengqiu, the master of Shen Xianshi, who is unwilling to install B.

You are here to enjoy the fun PLAY of the hidden mountain forest, throwing the deserter in the devil world, and let me go with him forcing, bitter!

Shang Qinghua’s abdomen was returned to the abdomen, but how to say it was very happy to see these two people. Especially he has not eaten enough for so many days.

Don't spit it out, he is still thinking about eating and not eating enough. The book review area is full of spit. He is not a bitter peak, not playing the valley!

Pingbai was disturbed by the pastoral life. Luo Binghe naturally would not give him any good looks. Although he couldn’t show his face when he looked at Shen Qingqiu’s face, he asked him to “sit in the house” after Shen Qingqiu’s words. "When the ice brother's face is still black and black."

They both had a small bamboo house between the green mountains of Bishui. Shang Qinghua, the more he sat, the more he felt that the two men were really moist, sitting on the wicker chair: "The house is good."

Shen Qingqiu shakes the fan: "You don't want to think who is taking it, is it wrong?"

Shang Qinghua squinted: "Your days are really more comfortable than me. I don't know if I can touch the light of melon brothers, let me enjoy the blessings for a while?"

Shen Qingqiu: "It's unfortunate, you are not coming, we are going to eat."

Shang Qinghua: "Where is it. It’s better to come early than to come. I see that I’ve just arrived. I’ll see how your food is.” Then he got up and walked to the door of the suspected kitchen, and the curtain glimpsed.

Luo Binghe is wearing a light black shirt, his sleeves are high, and his face is chilling. He is silently...

He looked serious and focused, his face was white, and his eyelashes were stained with a little flour, as if the dough was pinched and not the dough, but the scroll of the world!

No, no, no, no, no.

Shang Qinghua's liver and gallbladder are cracked.

The domineering side he shaped shaped to succumb to the hero of the thousands of male horses.

He is behind!

Do ramen!

Face (infinite loop)...

It’s an inexplicable horror!

Shang Qinghua lost in silence. He sat at the table, reached out and tried to touch a cup of tea to suppress it. He was taken back by Shen Qingqiu: "My."

Shang Qinghua’s heart has a lingering sigh: "Do you have a second cup in this place? Give it to me."

Shen Qingqiu pointed to the kitchen: "You also know that there is no second cup, so it is also his."

"..."

"Do you dare to use it? I will give it to you if you dare to use it."

Shang Qinghua’s claws are pulled and pushed: “You are old and useless, and you have no blessings.”

Ice brother continues to cook. The two of them chatted for a while. After listening to the broadcast of the Beibei Ice Castle incident, Shen Qingqiu expressed doubt: "Really? Just like this?"

Shang Qinghua said: "I am deceiving you for this kind of thing. What is ‘just like this? It’s about my dignity. I certainly can’t stay.”

"It is true to say this." Shen Qingqiu thought for a moment and said: "But you are not quite like this kind of person."

"Which kind of person?"

Shen Qingqiu and Yan Yue said: "Those who care so much about dignity."

In order to fight the sky, the strength of the plane, the thick skin, and the tenacity of vitality, it is not like being run by the Monbei Jun. After all, it has been over for so many years, and it has suddenly become vulnerable and sensitive.

Shang Qinghua said: "Gua brother, I just often want to sell the money for the sake of seeking a ticket, and by the way, it is the head of the stable peak, but you discriminate against me, this is your fault."

Shen Qingqiu said: "The two reasons you gave are not enough to rationalize the act of discriminating against you?"

Shang Qinghua: "Oh, better for me, gentle, can you? Gua brother, do you say when I will return to the world?"

Chen Qingqiu: "Do you really want to go back to play more earthly aircraft falling eyesight really wake up, you're just waiting for someone to apologize to you and then tie you go back to three meals a day and gently beat it?.."

I haven't finished talking and have dinner. Luo Binghe came up with two bowls of noodles.

White-faced red soup, small chopped green onion of green oil, and freshly piled pieces of meat, which are excellent in selling.

But Shang Qinghua will not stretch his claws. No need for the ice brother to speak clearly, just a seemingly casual look, Shang Qinghua knows that there is no one.

Shen Qingqiu sighed: "So I said that you came here unfortunately."

After all, it is not everyone who is qualified to eat the dishes that Bing Ge personally makes. Shang Qinghua did not have to say, shrinking in the corner of the table, looking at the opposite two points of chopsticks.

Later, Shen Qingqiu finally couldn't stand it anymore. She smiled and clipped a piece of meat into the Luobing River bowl and made a compassion: "Forget it, don't tease him. Your uncle is so pitiful these days, don't bully him."

Luo Binghe put the piece of meat into his mouth and did not lift his head to the ground: "There is still in the pot."

Shang Qing Hua Le went to the shovel to go.

He licked his face and ate his tears. For the first time, I deeply felt that the most reliable in this world is really the friendship with the peerless cucumber.

After smashing a delicious ramen, Shang Qinghua has been overjoyed and never thought about staying overnight.

Just kidding, he doesn't want to listen to the wall of the ice brother. Whether the quality of sleep can be guaranteed is a little bit. The next day, Ice Brother will cut his two ears down and another point.

Look at the days when Shen Qingqiu is a god, and see what day he has lived. People are more masculine than people. It’s true that there is no reason to know that he is the author. It’s the **** of the world, Kamisama, who can’t do anything good to him! Care for the author! Protect the author!

Shang Qinghua reminisced about the taste of the only bowl of noodles his son had given him. He used his grass roots to pick his teeth and walked on the small road in the mountains.

Walking and walking, suddenly the soles of the feet slipped.

Next to the path is the valley. Shang Qinghua didn't have a sword. If he fell, he couldn't fly. He yelled at himself: "How can I slip on the road when I walk well? I don't think it's a comic bookwoman who has the skills to fall flat!"

Sitting on the ground, there is no sudden banana skin or small tree roots, only a small pool of water.

It’s just that the water is frozen and it’s frozen. The low weeds around us are also faintly climbing a thin layer of frost.

Shang Qinghua climbed onto the stone wall closest to him, and leaned back against it to seek a little sense of security.

He thought that he wouldn't go back after he was grinding and dying. He was dragged to Mobeijun and finally came to the door. This is already the worst idea. When he was able to transfer someone from the ochre vine, he discovered that the facts were even worse.

Shuguang Jundao: "Hey, look, who is this?"

Shang Qinghua smiled and said: "Yes! Who is it?"

Shuguang Jun patted his head and said: "Hebei, he is looking for you to turn over the northern Xinjiang, you will hide, ah?"

"Just laughed, how can I hide..."

"Yes? I am also surprised, what is good to hide? Last time in the ice castle, you made such a big credit, you can't come to the Mobei reward, why can't you think about it, you have to go to this poor country? ”

"Where is it!" Shang Qinghua waved his hand again and again: "No matter what I do. Last time, it was all about Mobei Jun’s own personal skills..."

This deduction is afraid that the last time the ice castle was defeated, Shuguang Jun also gave him a note. Whoever heard the news, Shuguangjun suddenly changed his face, and his voice was sharp: "You mean, there is no such mean and insidious shamelessness." It’s a good thing to kill the dog in the middle of the road, and I can beat me by the stinky boy alone!!”

Should be wrong, should not be wrong, Shang Qinghua called bitterly: "How is it possible! Mobeijun defeated you on the king, relying on only a sneak attack!"

Shuguang Jun: "Are you sarcastic me?"

Shang Qinghua: "..."

I thought, right, the first thing that started to attack is Mingguangjun himself. The flattering was photographed on the horse's leg. In any case, it was wrong. Shang Qinghua lost his smile and held his thigh for decades. For the first time, he encountered such a difficult role!

He cried and shut his face.

Shuguang Jun sneered and said: "The boy in Mobei is sure that he can't think of it. The person who can't find it with all his strength is actually hit by me casually. If so, then I can use you well... ”

Shang Qinghua is busy: "Jun Shang! If you want to arrest me to threaten Mo Beijun, it is useless! I will tell you the truth why I have to run away. In fact, last time, I told him that he could not move, forbearance. Lived and beat him... You know the temper of his dead face! There is such an opportunity, it is difficult to ask people not to hit him. Is it impossible to fight, I am afraid that he will retaliate, I will run... He Looking for me everywhere, most of them just want to hit me back. I don't have a little value in his eyes. At best, I just use a sandbag and a follow-up.

Twilight was over, and impatiently said: "You told me so much? What do I seem to be doing this kind of incompetent thing?"

It’s hard to say, you’re not going to sneak into Mo Beijun... Shang Qinghua sincerely said: “Not like.”

Shuguang Jun: "So I look like such a patient demon?"

Shang Qinghua: "I don't know this. What do you want to use?"

“How to use it?” Shuguang Junhe said: “Killing you to vent your anger, this usage is hard to think of?”

"..." Shang Qinghua stayed for a moment and said: "Don't, violently, this is what! You can catch me to threaten Mo Beijun, and it is a pity to kill directly!"

Shuguang Jun: "I don't have a little value in his eyes. At best, it's just a sandbag and a follow-up job." Who said this?"

Shang Qinghua: "There is an old saying that modesty is a virtue..."

The word "德" has not been finished yet, suddenly throwing a hand and shouting: "Look at Xuanyang really fire!"

In the air, a group of red flames rolled in, and Shuguang Jun was shocked. He was busy sideways. However, the flame fell to the ground and immediately extinguished. It is clear that Xuanyang is not a wind or a flood, and Shang Qinghua is a blackmailer!

Shuguang Jun was angry at the moment, and the new hatred was old and hateful. The letter smashed the dew on the drop leaf and aimed at Shang Qinghua. Shang Qinghua only felt that the calf was cold. There was already a magical ice bomb that passed through the legs and couldn’t run.

Twilight Jun deceived himself and stepped on the knee bone of his other leg. He said, "You will be like a cockroach. It will run too! I will scrap your two legs first, and you will still How to run?"

Shang Qinghua did not have a sloppy and unyielding temperament, and the soul flew away: "Great King ah -!!!"

Say the king, the king is here!

The ink-blue figure is like a ghost. With a bang, the two groups hit the black gas phase, and Shuguangjun held a leg with his knee bone broken. He was crazy: "You must be so timely, do you want to come here?! Don't wait a little later?! Can't wait for me to step on and go?!"

Mobei Jun smashed his other knee and said coldly: "No!"

Shuguangjun is also hard, and both knees are broken into powder, not screaming. Instead, he is more hysterical: "It’s the kind of dead face! It’s like who is not good. He is like a turtle. Health, he grabs you and grabs it! He died early, why didn’t you die early! I am..."

Mobei Jundao: "You are jealous again, I will send you in to accompany him."

Shang Qinghua is stunned. Although he knows that Shuguangjun’s resentment against his brother has been very deep, he did not expect that there is already a deep level of glory in this place.

In the curse of Shuguangjun's fury, Mo Beijun slammed him into the valley. If you fall down the valley, people may have to finish, but the devil must not die. Shang Qinghua did not remind him to ridicule the roots. After all, it is his uncle, and he must be confessed to him. No matter what he does, he should let him know. In fact, Shang Qinghua does not want to remind him of anything. If he can let him forget his existence, then it is better...

Mo Beijun took his eyes back from the bottom of the valley and shouted: "Stop!"

Shang Qinghua dragged a calf wearing a hole, and the ghost was about to slip. He didn't want to be slammed by him and settled in place.

The salted pig was caught on the spot, and he was not necessarily so guilty. He heard the footsteps of the frost-split ice when Mo Beijun came over, and he was busy covering his face.

Mo Beijun seems to be particularly angry today, and it is not too cold at all: "What are you doing?!"

Shang Qinghua said: "You have not said ‘Don’t let me see you again’. This can’t be seen without seeing it. I will cover my face first.”

Mobei Jun raised his hand, Shang Qinghua habitually held his head.

"..."

Mo Beijun separated his two hands and straightened. He couldn’t bear to say: "Let me see you doing this kind of action... your hands don't have to stay!"

This sentence has a bit of hatred. Shang Qinghua’s conditional reflex wants to hold his head, but for his own double-knocking keyboard, he has a hard-working hand.

I was so flustered that I began to shake and shake, and I was shaken by Mobei Jundao: "Is it so terrible?"

Shang Qinghua: "In fact, there is no such thing! I always think that you have to give me two times. You didn't care about playing in the past, but now you have officially succeeded. You can be surprised now. Tao shot the shore and stone, I am afraid that I can't afford your two..."

Mobei Jundao: "Shut up! Follow me, go!"

Shang Qinghua went out, and the gecko was firmly on the stone wall: "I don't go! No, I have to go! I want to go back to my hometown."

Mobei Jundao: "Is it if I call you back, you will not go."

Shang Qinghua: "I don't want to stay with you three times a day, it's better... oh?!"

call back?

Call him back?

Mobei Jun will give him back?

In order to let him not go to Mobei Jun will give him back?

Too much shock, Shang Qinghua's brain is infinitely looping above the stepped text array.

Mo Beijun carried his chin and stood still. He was arrogant in the eyes of the "just play, I don't pay back", but the eyes have been secretly observing him.

Seeing him for a long while still does not work, Mo Beijun seems to be suddenly happy. Although he was happy, it seemed that his eyebrows were slightly higher.

Mobei Jundao: "Do not do it? Time is up. Then don't call you. Go."

I won’t say no to you later? Is there a time limit?

The emperor’s eyebrows swelled at the hidden secrets of the place, and ran along with Shang Qinghua. Shang Qinghua immediately screamed and cried: "Mom hurts and hurts, you see me! See me see me!"

Mo Beijun looked at him and saw his **** leg.

"..." For a moment, he tried to pick up Shang Qinghua.

Shang Qinghua died and came to live: "The king is forgiving, the king is forgiving! You are walking around me like this, my leg is really abolished!"

Mobei Jundao: "What should I do?"

Shang Qinghua had tears in his eyes and tried to say: "Would you like to find a doctor first?"

Mo Beijun snorted and turned and left.

A cold wind blew through and was abandoned in the place of Shang Qinghua.

This is... I suspect that he is in trouble?

After a short while, Mobei Jun came back, and dragged a board car that I did not know where to steal. The wooden chicken became a living chicken.

The second-hand man of the devil, the noble and cold-headed Mobei ice leader, dragged a car with a broken car that was extremely contrary to his style. This picture, to force!

Shang Qinghua’s “Hey!” has broken the work.

Seeing that Mobeijun’s forehead had blue veins in the faint beating, he quickly screamed and frowned. Called two times, Mo Beijun copied him and placed it in the car.

Although I was sitting in a crooked and broken car, I didn’t know which farmer’s old horse was robbed. In the past, I should only drag some grass, dry wood, buckets and the like. Shang Qinghua sat. However, it is elated and pretentious. Unexplored, I thought that this was the champion of a high school in the past ten years. I was given a wedding by the Holy Spirit, and I was screaming at the drums and welcoming me.

It is a reincarnation of fate. When I first met Mo Beijun, he used a scooter to pull the unconscious Mi Beijun to open the house!

There are poems to prove: Hedong in 30 years and Hexi in 30 years. The plate wheels are circulating and will come to my house next year. Haha!

Shang Qinghua is eager to announce the fairy tales and declares: "I want to eat noodles."

Ice brother's bowl is really delicious, but it's too little. He didn't give him a few more, but he couldn't eat it.

Mo Beijun: "Well."

Shang Qinghua stressed: "Ramen."

Mobei Jun: "Yes."

Shang Qinghua has an inch: "You do."

The board car slammed a bit, and Mobei Jun was set in place.

There is a chill in the unknowing source. Shang Qinghua immediately smashed and squeezed his eyebrows and said: "I do what I do, of course I do it. Just talk about it, hehe."

Ugh. Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

For a long while, the wheel of the cart was slowly turning. Mo Beijun is in front, does not look back, said: "I do."

......

He said? He said he did? Do you? Hand-Pulled Noodle?

Willing to give him a fight, willing to give him the following Mo Beijun - what day is it today? Big hair today!

Shang Qinghua decided!

He wants to return to his old business.

The pen name to fly to the sky, it is necessary to come back to the rivers and lakes!

What are you writing? Shang Qinghua shot a thigh. I heard that the collection of Liu Su Mian’s 18% off the Spring Mountain hate is very popular. Well, just follow the wind and write this! Although he is very straightforward, some people think there is a market, and if he has a market, he dares to write. The best thing to do with flying to the sky is to follow the trend, what red is what he writes, it is right!

The first step is to ponder a good book name that the public likes to hear. "The Secret History of Qing Jingfeng" "My apprentice can't be so cute" "The Master is so much more charming" What is still not fixed, first pondering. It’s not as good as writing a pen, and it’s never a matter of writing a plane to the sky. Moreover, Liu Su Mianhua, a group of three Madonna writers engaged in small circles and groups, the aircraft greatly disliked. Write and write to Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe two people, the eye is small. In fact, according to him, it is completely more daring. For example, since it is called "Spring Mountain", why should it be limited to a pair of cp? It’s a pity that Liu Qingge is so brilliant. Yue Qingyuan is also a beautiful man with a good instrument, and his career is still very IKEA. Which is the male **** in the eyes of the world, who is not the one who sees the world?

All in all, as long as it is enough to expose the bones, to the bottom (here), and not to (face here) face, he will soon become a local literary genre, even if you don’t have to sell homemade soap, you can be very hot. !

The plane was swaying to the sky, and the board was swaying on the winding mountain road. As the sun sets, Mobeijun drags him and does not know where to go.

Although there are no slots in the slot, chickens and dogs jumping, and messy, pupils writing, the readers who are serious enough can not help but slam the book "what is a shit." However, flying a chicory to the sky can find a thousand "just" to come and mud. For example: just looking at a literary genre, just like being a human being, why is it so happy when you are happy; just with the handwritten play, everyone is tolerant of me; just...

just.

...just he is really, like the story he wrote.

<listyle=\"font-size:12px;color:#009900;\"><hrsize=\"1\"/> The author has something to say: Well, the plane is big and the plane is finished! The next step is to edit the text! At the beginning of this chapter, I can't connect to the end of the previous chapter to see Ha, there are a lot of new content, because the content of the text has made some adjustments O<-<

After the words:

end! to! write! Finish! La!

It’s just that I was almost the same as last July when I tried to save the high number while I was working hard. At that time, I read two books and I was shocked to be a heavenly person. I saw that I was holding a mobile phone and rolling on my bed. I finally couldn’t help myself.

Because I was afraid that the text was too cold, I didn't have the power to write it down. So I saved the 80,000-word manuscript in one breath, and I dragged it until September to upload the first chapter. Looking back at the author, I found out that Chapter 19 was only 100 collections, but I didn’t understand the data at that time. I still felt that I had a good future. There are 100 people I don’t know who are reading me (I’m sorry I didn’t know)... I wrote that today’s word count is real, I want to know that I have never written such a long and long novel and I still love the novel °(°△°)_

In short, with this achievement, I would like to thank everyone for their enthusiastic support and the editors who gave me the opportunity. Tigers landing 鞠躬!

Looking at the prosperous long-term assessment area and the figure of the same person, I feel that I have harvested the rapeseed in the whole fish pond. Thank you for the bookmates who produced the same humanities and fellow people! The author secretly squats in the arms of the arms, you help her off!

Also, grandpa, thank you for your support! Flattered!

The name of this article is three unique, and has been frustrated by the names of relatives and friends. "A small white brain is ruined. People say that they are looking down on this book and feel that their taste is low. Even the recommendation is shameful," I am embarrassed. It’s the name of the finale that I’ve been pondering for half a month. Not very temperament, but the victory is simple and rude at a glance!

(Well, it’s a bit shy to start, let’s see if I can change it)

The original setting of Shen teacher is not surnamed Shen, surnamed Gu. As a result, the text of the book type was opened on the list. The seven protagonists in the ten books were all surnamed Gu, so they quickly changed the name with the replacement*. However, in fact, there is not a small number of surnames ( ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ Replaced with the replacement * into the Golden Dan. Knowledge is not enough, confusing. So this article is full of all kinds of private design from beginning to end, the cultivation process is messy, wrong, basically does not involve the cultivation process.

I haven't written a funny type of text before, and the style of easy and happy style is not paying attention to, and I will grasp the badness and become a noisy noise, so sometimes it is inevitable. All the way to rush down, like a carnival. The first half of this book has an outline, which is the most satisfying part of me, but I can't bear to look back at the typos and bugs. Later, I believe that the horse is really smashed, and when it is really filled with details, it is bad, and Kavinka scratches the wall with his hand. And even after the serialization of the exams, the day is also very challenging for my **** hand speed, many places, um, terrible. So after half a year, I overhauled it and finally got comfortable...

Although the skeleton has not changed, but tried to trim the settings, changed some details, and changed some of the plots, especially the second half. So if you occasionally revisit this article, you may see something interesting. XD, I don't want to say that even the 30×100=30000 black history has given me some websites...

So I will talk about something and cough. After the end, it shows that this person has a pit product, and the book friends can think about the column of this person. thank you! ! !

In addition, who said that I did not write new texts. Of course, the **** hand speed is still struggling!

However, the pre-receipt of the new text can actually have this number, and the big ones can really give me a huge surprise every time, which is seriously exceeding my expectations.

In short, thank you for your appreciation! The first article has a lot of inadequacies, but my mood is still the same as that of the plane. I like this story very much, I like the characters inside, and I like to accompany you to write this story!