I am Really not a Child of Luck (I Am Really Not The Son of Providence)

"You don't talk, don't talk, don't talk!"

In the dark basement, a cross was erected.

On this cross, a man dressed in brocade is tied.

His face was full of slap prints, and he was knocked on his forehead with bags all over the place.

Song Shao, the shopkeeper, held a leather whip in his hand and stood proudly in front of the man.

From time to time, he slaps the man in the brocade, or breaks his head.

"Hehe, I don't know the little turtle calf that is so high."

"You dare to pretend to be His Highness Shen Ao in front of me."

"I didn't expect it! Young Master has seen His Highness Shen Ao before."

"Furthermore, there is a 300-round battle with His Highness Shen Ao."

"His Royal Highness's peerless spiritual skills, the beauty of the world is unique throughout the Great Yan Kingdom."

"His temperament, can you disguise it as a little turtle?"

"I advise you to recruit as soon as possible! Avoid the pain of flesh and blood."

While speaking, the shopkeeper Song Shao moved his hands happily.

Sometimes it gave Shen Ao a brain break, and sometimes he slapped backhand.

Don't say it, treat this kid like a stupid son.

This feeling of scolding Fang Qiu is really comfortable.

At this moment, the shopkeeper Song Shao gradually understood his father's happiness.

No wonder that old guy constantly scolds the young master for being stupid, and even beats the young master to me.

It turned out that the feeling of beating his son when he had nothing to do was so pleasant.

A bold idea suddenly appeared in the mind of the shopkeeper Song Shao.

I don't know, if you put this guy in Daddy's clothes.

Yi Rongcheng's father, will it be more fun to fight!

...

"Little turtle, how's the trial going?"

Just when the shopkeeper Song Shao was thinking about something wrong, the voice of the shopkeeper Song sounded outside the basement.

Suddenly, Song Shao's scalp was numb with fright, and he retreated to the side with a guilty conscience.

"Dad, I tortured this kid for half an hour."

"But this kid is so tough, he didn't say a word."

Shopkeeper Song glanced at Shen Ao's undamaged clothes.

He looked at the slap marks and head crumple marks on Shen Ao's face again.

He looked at the shopkeeper Song Shao, and his expression gradually became angry.

"A whip is not drawn, but the head is knocked out with a slap in the mouth. Is this called severe torture?"

The shopkeeper Song Shao said aggrieved: "People have followed you since childhood, and they have never interrogated prisoners!"

"A worthless thing," Shopkeeper Song snorted coldly, "give me the whip!"

Taking the whip from his son's hand, Shopkeeper Song took a deep breath.

To be honest, this was the first time that he was severely tortured.

Indeed, it is not particularly experienced!

After thinking about it, shopkeeper Song hummed: "I'll give you one last chance."

"Little thief, be honest! Otherwise, this whip won't have eyes."

Shen Ao's already swollen face was full of resentment.

At this moment, his eyes were helpless, pitiful, and sad, as if he could speak.

And shopkeeper Song, whose IQ and EQ are far superior to those of a silly son, understood his eyes.

...

Snapped!

Shopkeeper Song slapped the backhand with a slap, making the young shopkeeper bewildered.

"Father, I worked so hard for you to interrogate him, why are you beating me again!"

The shopkeeper Song Shao is angry, even if you are my father, you can't take pleasure in hitting me!

Believe it or not, I'll go out and stick a scarecrow outside, put on your clothes and stick needles every day?

Shopkeeper Song, with black lines all over his head, pointed at Shen Ao who kept making a 'woo woo woo' sound.

"Little turtle, have you ever seen someone who sealed their mouths during an interrogation?"

Listening to his father's anger, the shopkeeper Song Shao was dumbfounded.

He looked at the cross, but saw the brother on the cross weeping.

From that brother's tears, he saw grievances, grief, resentment, and relief.

Finally someone has done justice for this Highness, you stupid bastard.

Keep asking me to say no, say no, say no, say no!

How dare you undo the gag talisman that was stuck in my mouth!

Banned from speaking, and let me confess to you and be lenient?

My Highness Tanima Twist White!

...

"Cough, sorry, brother."

"Well, I have no experience in the first interrogation."

Shopkeeper Song Shao scratched his head, only to feel that his old face was hot.

He would not admit that he was having fun because of slaps.

For a while, I forgot the purpose of the interrogation, so I didn't unlock the forbidden spell for Shen Ao!

And who invented this forbidden spell, you can't tell if you stick it on your mouth!

Looking at the innocent-looking shopkeeper Song Shao and shopkeeper Song, Shen Ao burst into tears.

He was wrong, he shouldn't have rushed to Wanlingyuan from the beginning.

When the Thirteenth Brother came to his palace and took Qin Gao away.

He should replace all the palace maids and eunuchs.

Especially the small plums that are in direct contact.

It's all to blame for the poor thinking of His Highness.

Still not careful enough!

...

The words are divided into two parts.

"Ah! Ahh!"

After a busy day, Shen Tian returned to the inn and began to prepare for practice.

Suddenly, he sneezed again.

Shen Tian couldn't help but feel helpless, which girl was thinking of me?

Since the time of crossing, he has a beautiful face, and he has become the fairy master of Wanling Garden.

Shen Tian was always in the minds of others.

Especially those fanatical girls, who are surrounded by them every day.

Everyone clamored to give Shen Tiansheng the monkey, but they couldn't drive away.

In this regard, Shen Tian really felt troubled.

If it weren't for the whitewashing of luck, get rid of this moldy halo.

Shen Tian had already left Wanling Garden to find a quiet place and practiced.

After all, there is a dangerous world of immortal cultivation everywhere, and it is safe to go out of the mountain during the Mahayana period.

Shen Tian has no shortage of cultivation resources for the time being, and to be honest, he doesn't want to be too high-profile.

After all, looking at so many novels, the protagonists are all about pretending to commit crimes.

Shen Tian always felt that his performance during this time was too high-profile.

What if one day a destiny protagonist pops up and sacrifices himself to the sky?

In the past life, hello and hello, and if you really traveled to the world of immortality, it is best not to be too rambunctious.

Growing up in a vulgar way, isn't he fragrant after waiting for the invincible to come out of the mountain?

...

Putting away the distracting thoughts in his heart, Shen Tian took out the rosary in his arms.

When Shen Tian helped the destined person to find the spirit and cut the mine, Jiu'er had been absorbing the spirit stone.

At this time, the crack on the rosary has recovered a little.

Although the cracked place is still far from healed.

But it turned out to be a lot smoother than before.

"That bag of spirit stones was sucked dry, quite fast!"

Shen Tian looked at the debris in the bag.

He shook his head with a wry smile.

Fortunately, he still has some savings in his small vault.

Otherwise, this female ghost really can't afford it.

Take out a bag of spirit stones from the Cangming Ring and put the rosary in it.

Immediately, Jiu'er, who was already hungry and thirsty, began to absorb it crazily.

...

Suddenly, Jiu'er seemed to notice something.

She stopped to absorb the spirit stone, and the ghost's face was full of panic and fear.

"Master, I feel a terrible aura approaching!"

Jiu'er's spirit body was erratic, obviously frightened.

Shen Tian's expression also changed: "Could it be that someone from the evil spirit sect came to you?"

Thinking of this, Shen Tian quickly took out the Sword Master Order from his arms.

click!

The door of Shen Tian's room was pushed open.

A halo radiating golden light that was even brighter than the sun appeared in front of Shen Tian.

At this moment, Shen Tian even felt a little tingling in his eyes.

What a powerful light of luck! ! !