What kind of bad thoughts can a drama host have?

Chapter 120: Junior Brother, Please Respect Yourself (1)
Wei's mother was in a hurry to hold her grandson, what to do if Huai Li couldn't give birth.

One day, Huo Jue brought a baby back from outside.

Huai Li was taken aback: "Where did it come from?"

Huo Jue: "The dark guard picked it up from the river."

At the beginning, Wei's mother still had some resentment that the child was not their own.

But after discovering that the child was not only beautiful, but also more fun than Huai Li, she took the post of grandmother immediately.
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Huo Zhiheng has been diligent in government affairs for several ten years. He fought Beidi and southern Xinjiang in exchange for the peace of the world and the coming of all nations to the court.

He never established a queen in his life, abandoned the harem, and let the officials and censors admonish him with death without wavering.

Sixty years later, news came from Qingzhou that the regent king and regent concubine were buried together. In the same year, the Supreme Emperor Huo Zhiheng died suddenly and long in the palace.

[Main task: Modify the abuse script, completion progress: 100%, reward points 1000. 】

[Host, do you want to leave the world? 】

"Leave."

[Now pull away, countdown: 10, 9, 8...]

[The host's current points: 12280, please continue to work hard! 】

Huai Li was puzzled, why did she gain so many points!

[The third mission world has been opened, and the teleportation will start in ten seconds. The host is about to enter the next world, please be prepared. 】
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"stop!"

"Catch him quickly..."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't let him run away!!!"

Just as Huai Li's consciousness completely controlled the body, she heard a scolding sound coming from the front.

She looked up, and saw a young man running towards her quickly, followed by many burly men, and the street was full of chaos.

The young man was rather thin and pale, but his facial features were exceptionally good-looking.

It's just that the beautiful boy is a little too embarrassed now, the white clothes on his body are already stained with blood, and the smell of blood can be smelled from far away.

The boy was finally caught up, he was pinned to the ground, struggling desperately, the man grabbed his hair directly, raised his hand and gave him a few ruthless blows.

"Don't...don't hit me, brother, I won't run away." The boy immediately begged for mercy.

The panting man pressed his head and cursed: "Why are you running? Can you run?"

Seeing that the other party has given in and begged for mercy, he finally relaxed a little bit.

"Damn boy, quickly hand over the things in the Treasure Pavilion!"

"what!"

The man screamed and jumped away to cover his bloody fingers.

Unexpectedly, the boy bit his hand and took advantage of the pain to break free.

The boy stumbled and wanted to run, but bumped into Huai Li with a "bang".

Huai Li remained motionless, but the boy was ejected and fell to the ground gasping for breath.

The big men came after them again.

The young man stared at Huai Li coldly.

As if she had kept him from running away.

Huai Li: "..."

Pengci, this is it!
none of my business! !

The big man grabbed the boy's head and hit the ground hard.

Immediately, the boy's head was bleeding.

"Look at you still running!"

The young man rolled his eyes, quickly grabbed Huai Li's trousers, and said eagerly: "Senior sister, I stole something for you, you can't let them kill me! Help me!"

Huai Li: "???" Who is your senior sister!Don't pull me.

Several people looked at the girl in red.

Oh my god, what kind of little fairy is this? She looks so good-looking.

The Chinese were all a little bit more friendly: "Miss, do you know this young man who stole the elixir from our Zhenbao Pavilion?"

Seeing Huai Li's beautiful appearance, the unusual clothes on his body were all treasures, his face was full of arrogance and nobility, he could see that he was a trained disciple of some sect, he didn't dare to offend easily.

Huai Li took a look, these big men were all Foundation Establishment cultivators, it seemed that the Zhenbao Pavilion was quite strong.

"Senior Sister, save me..." The young man's already pale face now put on a pitiful expression: "If you don't help me, they will beat me to death."

The boy's voice was trembling, fear, helplessness, and despair.

[Ding~ Your system cutie is online!Host, save this boy quickly, you have 2000 points. 】

(End of this chapter)