The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

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There is a bad habit of flying a chicory to the sky, that is to cut the outline.

Before the official writing, he will first plant a small seed in the text, observe the wind direction of the book review area, in order to determine the choice of plot in the outline.

For example, Shen Qingqiu, who has been arbitrarily arranged for more than 10,000 times, "there is no explanation", is the tragic product of the outline.

Oh, there are ice brothers, he is more sloppy, and he has not appeared directly.

The advantage of this is to serve the readers, at least to ensure that they do not subscribe to the big diving and fall to the pool.

The downside is that the original burying of the foreshadowing, the loopholes are full of land, pits, and a little bit of pursuit, a bit of taste, not too good to be fooled readers will scream.

It is often very depressed to fly to the sky. Because he doesn't really like to write crazy faces all the time, especially when they play a group of villains whose intelligence is lower than the passing line. Occasionally, he also wants to shape the three-dimensional villain's multi-faceted cannon fodder. He also said that he also has basic research on human nature and pursues it in his literary ideals.

But readers don't buy it.

So compared with the reader, humanity and literary ideals count a p ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Closer to home. It is because of this bad habit that many of the original details are lost and the womb is dead. such as……

When did Mo Beijun catch Shang Qinghua!

Of course, the text is not mentioned. The main line of the text is the ice brother's domineering side to kill the four sides, who cares how you become a spy.

The loss of this part will be automatically completed by the world. So the aircraft chicory completely lost the prophet advantage as the author, so when the plot really began to stage, he actually took a few shots before entering the state!

The x brother pulled out the sword (as a disciple of An Dingfeng, who had no chance to squirt once in eight hundred years). He was full of gas and said: "Where is the demon?"

A group of brothers and sisters have been excited, accompanied by the sword: "Dare to dare to appear in front of Cangwushan disciples..."

Mo Beijun obviously feels very bad. Even the usual words of the cannon fodder should not be finished. The knuckles are slamming, the ice arrows are sweeping like the wind, and the heads are falling.

Shang Qinghua’s heart screams and snarls: It’s terrible! But so handsome! Really tm handsome! ! !

But no matter how handsome and soaring, if you are destined to be killed by him in the future, Shang Qinghua is also decisive!

Cold, not the x brother pushed a hand on his shoulder: "Not too fast!"

Shang Qing Hua Xin is like a fried fire, but his consciousness is sober, his hands and feet are sticking to the car like chewing gum: "What are you going to do?"

xSenior: "Except the magic guard, for the heavens!"

Why don't you go first?

Shang Qinghua said: "Senior brother first!"

x Brother is furious: "Let you go to you, where come so much nonsense!" In conjunction with other people, he is arrogant and arrogant. Where does Shang Qinghua not know, it is nothing more than this group of foreign disciples want him to drag Mobeijun, to give them the time to escape, the position is firm, and firmly occupy a base area is always unmoved, such as crying: "Don't Ah brother! There are a number of classmates, you have the heart to let me go to the cannon fodder at this time!"

X brothers do not say: "What kind of cannon ash. If you win this demon slayer, you must make great contributions, and then you will be able to make a fortune. This is the only way out for our foreign disciples, just in front of you."

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

When the voice just fell, he was stripped from the car and thrown to the ground, blocking in front of Mobeijun.

The sword, half of which was inserted in the sheath, did not decide whether it should be pulled out.

Mo Beijun sneered, and the blue eyes flashed through the eyes. It was late, and at that time, Shang Qinghua slammed and hugged his thigh.

Brothers: "= mouth ="

Mobei Jun: "=="

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

Mobei Junben wanted to kick him off, but he still had a strong adhesion. It is more difficult to kill him in the palm of his hand. He and the gecko are like a wall, crawling and crawling flexibly, and sticking to the human lap.

Can not help but anger.

The disciples of Andingfeng’s foreigners saw that he had this stunt, and he was overjoyed and threw the goods away.

Shang Qinghua just screamed in his heart, not only three seconds, just listening to the screams in front.

Numerous slender white and silver-colored ice strings pierce the chest and splatter.

Upon seeing it, Shang Qinghua immediately held the thigh of Mobei Jun. I started to sneak out: "Please accept me, Da Wang. I am very useful!"

The body of Mo Beijun seems to have stunned and said: "Oh? What is your use?"

"I will send tea to the laundry stack...not." Shang Qinghua gave him a thoughtful analysis: "You can see the king, I can give you the undercover in the Cangwu Mountain, pass on intelligence, and realize the feat of the demon. ""

Mobei Junhehe.

"The outside disciple, and the disciple of An Dingfeng, you are undercover, what year and month can you achieve the feat of the Mozu unified people?"

Shang Qinghua is authentic: "The peak discrimination, this is not good."

It is said that even the Mozu discriminate against them... and the discrimination against the concept of "An Dingfeng" even exceeds the discrimination against "outside disciples"... I am not willing, really not reconciled!

It was crying, tangled, and dying to get rid of it. Mobei Jun had no warnings - it fell.

Shang Qinghua still hugged his thigh, and Mobei Jun fell. He was almost pressed, and quickly let go. He groaned for a while and suddenly reacted:

Mo Beijun has a wound with him?

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

Is it just that I have been poked into the wound by my hand?

Sometimes handcuffs are also an advantage!

Shang Qinghua carefully moved the past and looked at it carefully.

Sure enough, Mobeijun’s midfielder is probably the right kidney, with a thin knuckle-length wound. From the middle of the wound, a little sharp golden corner is broken. It is faintly seen that it is made of gold wire and has a complicated craft. It is the shape of the edge of the petal.

Such a coquettish, is the diamond flower dart of the Magic Flower Palace, yes!

This kind of weapon is the author's aircraft chicory. The body is light and thin, and it is coated with a little anesthetic. It is difficult for the middle dart to notice that something has been hit in the body. Moved too much, the body will be "flowering" gorgeously, growing six sharp petals, cutting the internal organs of the recruiter. Does it sound familiar? It’s like setting up a collision with a certain demon creature, right? It doesn't matter, it's very easy to do. This can be explained by the fact that the diamond flower dart is designed by a predecessor of the Magic Flower Palace who escaped from the devil's life according to the alien creature called "Love Silk". In short, don't care about this detail!

The voiceover ends and forcibly pulls back to the topic.

That is to say, this future is likely to kill one's own big devil, now not only the kidney is paralyzed by the Magic Flower Palace, but also moderately anesthetized.

It seems that Mobei Jungang has been killed from the encirclement of the Magic Flower Palace. The Mozu are very vengeful. It is just that the Xianmeng Congress has encircled the most people in the Magic Flower Palace, and his setting is just right.

Shang Qinghua was guilty in his heart, and his face was stunned. He found a half-squat on the ground and found a stone with a big head and a half head. He was very heavy.

One, two, three, the move to the closed eyes of the deserted head of the desert.

The system has no warnings and interceptions.

Shang Qinghua let go of his heart.

No warning, that is: you can kill!

"Great King, King, God is so, don't blame me." Shang Qinghua prayed with no sincerity, and the stone fell!

—— Born in front of the nose of the perfect nose, Mo Beijun stopped the car.

Mo Beijun has an extraordinary meaning for him.

It can be said that Mobeijun is the type of man who dreamed of flying a chicory. Powerful, cool, and my own way, just like every child has dreamed of becoming Altman.

How can he watch as he kills Altman himself! ! !

Shang Qinghua lingered for a while.

After the smashing, I thought very shamelessly, don’t just look at it.

So he turned his head and lifted the stone high.

- No, it can't be done.

Shang Qinghua slammed and threw away the cumbersome murder weapon. His eyes were full of eyes and the whole person was rushing to Mo Beijun.

No, no, ah, the more you look, the more you feel that this face is too magical.

Ice brother's kind of white net little beautiful man looks, in fact, he is not very upset. To the sky, the chicory is given to the protagonist. This configuration is only to make the stall horse's hardware facilities more complete, and the stallion must be scientific. The protagonist is inevitably sprayed, and the ice brother can be described as three steps, one powder, five steps and one black.

However, Mobei Jun is different. The supporting roles are all loved, and Mobeijun is almost never blacked out.

This role was created entirely according to his preferences. As a role that is secretly favored by the author, Mo Beijun embodies the aesthetics of the same-sex ideal as a literati.

Don't ask why Luo Binghe does not reflect his aesthetics. The role of Luo Binghe is mainly to satisfy his suits, face-cutting, and squatting.

Even if he doesn't open it now, it is completely in line with his 16-character mantra of "deep eyes, high nose, high-spirited, cold and proud".

This is the dreamy beauty in his heart!

The stone murderer was lifted up and down, and it was lifted and lifted up. Shang Qinghua’s life (the life after coming here) was faced with a difficult life choice for the first time.

In the end, Shang Qinghua decided to go to the house!

Open the house to the inn... Oh no, housing.

The corpse of this place was everywhere, Shangqing Huayi once, and the heavy and useless Lao Shizi of Qing Jingfeng was dumped from the small cart, and the desert was removed. Faced down, cover his piece. I can't hold my face when I look at myself.

The Cangwu Mountain faction is temporarily unable to go back. There wouldn't be a quick sense of what happened there, because this trip came out and the forecast trip was seven days, which was only two days.

Great opportunity. In the case of the attacked Devil's small body, when he is physically and mentally weak, he guards his side and does not give up anything.

Shang Qinghua was so comforted by himself, while he was pushing and pushing the big board to the direction of the city.

Opening a house, it is Shang Qinghua’s own private money that he has smashed down in recent years.

He is currently an unremarkable outside disciple who has no authority to manage accounts and misappropriate public funds. Opening a room is already the limit that his economic level can support. Of course, it is a single room. The room is also taken for granted, only one bed.

It is a matter of course for this bed.

Of course it is to him!

Shang Qing Hua Cheng's large character type stood up in the bed for a while, stretched the bones and bones, and climbed up to hold Mo Beijun on the bed.

Just kidding, when Mo Beijun was injured, he was in a bad mood. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the ground or in a chair, and he still had to die. Beware of his indiscriminate use of a shuttle cone.

Just passing the pharmacy fashion Tsinghua bought a little **** cream, although the vitality like the demon's alien shape is thrown away, no matter how big the hole is, it will grow slowly, but since you decide to hold the thigh, you must know how to abandon the restraint and show sincerity. . He happily dug a big cockroach, and blocked the kidney in the hole that Mo Beijun had broken. He felt that it was almost blocked, and then turned Mobeijun over, posing as a sleeping beauty with both hands and enjoying the brain. The perfect face of ideal modeling inside, Shang Qinghua just sleeps on the outside of the bed with his hands.

The summer night is stuffy, and there is no trace of cool breeze in the window.

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Shang Qinghua was almost frightened by this flaw.

Even the rolling crawling frightened undecided to the table, turned to look at it, Mobei Jun straightly sat up from the bed, the blue light in the eyes was like charging and overcharged.

Shang Qinghua has long thought of a good line of words, and his voice is full of emotions. He said: "Da Wang, you are finally awake-"

Mo Beijun was unmoved and looked at him coldly.

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

The other party did not pay attention to him, Shang Qinghua did not feel embarrassed at all, and said to himself: "That, we just met in the path. I said that I will follow you forever, be the king of you..."

Mo Beijun interrupted him: "You are holding me."

"...intimate little cotton jacket..." Shang Qinghua screamed: "What do you say? How come you?"

"You hold me."

Suddenly realized, the blue sky.

This ghost is so hot that it is like an oven. He is a chilly body. He sleeps faintly, and he leans down to the cool side. The more he is cold, the more comfortable he is. No wonder he dreams of a big ice cream. Happily wrapped around the octopus, the tears flowed out.

Shang Qinghua carefully looked at the face and neck of Mo Beijun. There was no strange water and could not help Amitabha.

He cautiously said: "You are cold, I am afraid that you are not going to die, this is holding you."

Mobei Jun heard the words and said: "Idiot. I am born like this, the colder the better, the better."

Shang Qinghua has been observing his words and seeing his expression loose. He immediately smiled and was about to get out of the table. Mo Beijun suddenly restored the cold voice: "You dare to try again."

Shang Qinghua immediately did not dare to move, holding the wooden legs pitifully, and squatting under the table like a hamster.

"What purpose do you have?"

Shang Qinghua Hou Yandao: "There is no purpose, just want to follow you all your life."

Mo Beijun only did not hear: "You are a disciple outside the stable."

Shang Qinghua always feels that others have emphasized that the words "An Dingfeng" carry a kind of discrimination. I am afraid that he will use it to kill himself. He has a big head: "Da Wang, you listen to me, I am still young, still There is a chance to rise..."

"Go in!"

Shang Qinghua quickly returned to safety.

When this distance is satisfied with Mo Beijun, he said: "Do you help me, is it a 'rising opportunity?'"

Sure enough, the heart is arrogant, not to say "rescue" this biased verb, and replaced it with the word "help".

Shang Qinghua does not know how to answer.

"No"? The credibility is less than 3%. "Yes"? Mo Beijun is more scornful of the kind of villain who has no wind, which is why the original work of killing the original Shang Qinghua is not soft, because there is no intention to let this goods live from the beginning. Why do you have to say it and rush to get a good feeling?

Fortunately, in the heart of Mobei Jun, there is a conclusion. Shang Qinghua has been covered with a "sorry for fear of sorrow and death, and he does not need his answer. He snorted and re-laid. under.

Shang Qinghua waited for a long while and did not move further.

Is this... temporarily accepting his sincerity?

However, it also shows that the injury in the desert of the north of the kidney is heavier than he thought, otherwise I am afraid that it is not so easy to stop.

In the end, Shang Qinghua still did not dare to trade in front of the market, nest under the table, and messed up for a night.

Tossing in the middle of the night, waking up in the morning, Shang Qinghua officially began a busy day as a cow.

Just in the morning, Shang Qinghua ran up and down more than twenty times on the floor and changed the bath to seven or eight times.

These waters are used to treat Mobeijun, and the ice method is always convenient to soak in the water. Can't soak for half an hour, a good bucket of water can be used to make ice slag.

Shang Qinghua shrank in the corner, while watching the dry food with him, watching Mo Beijun take off his clothes.

Looking at it, I suddenly found that Mobei Jun did not take off, not very happy to stare at him.

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

Mo Beijun: "Is it very leisure?"

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

He hadn't had time to eat a few more mouths, and a few black shadows rushed over his face.

So Shang Qinghua is not idle, he has to wash clothes for the newly recognized master.

Yes, the Devil's little child came out wearing it, and it was a hole and blood and sweat. Can you wear it? Of course, you have to sew the seams and wash them.

The low-magic fairy world is such a non-romantic, bleak, evil realism! Shang Qinghua vowed that if there is still a chance to change back to the sky to make chicory, he has to write a high magical fantasy stream, the brain hole can be swallowed, the science to the shit, the weaving cloud into a shirt to cut the moon, All the strengths and hooks of the hook will be solved, and there is no need to have the sad existence of the stability peak!

Intimately replenished the small hole in the desert of Shenbei Junshen, screwed it clean and hung in the room, Shang Qinghua felt that his performance was good enough this day, squinting to climb to the bed, not relying on the bedside, history Repeatedly, I was stunned again.

He sat on the ground with tears in his eyes: "Great King, you don't let me lie in bed, if you are cold at night, thirsty, hungry, want to turn over... What should I do?"

Mobei Jundao: "It's easy."

A rope, one end attached to the finger of Mobeijun, one end tied to Shang Qinghua...

On the finger?

There is such a good thing, just around the neck.

Shang Qinghua is lying on the ground and corpse, thinking that this person is really not as good as a dog. The only self-consolation that can be thought of is that the monk is not abnormal, and the other end is not tied to [哔-], that is inhuman. Hey.

It’s only been four days after this hard-working day, but it’s still true that it’s true. Even the night is a nightmare.

In the middle of the night, Shang Qinghua slept soundly and dreamed.

This time, he dreamed that he was still in the real world, crying at the computer, next to a fierce and sturdy man, holding a burr of cucumber and screaming at his face, screaming and snarling: "You wrote What are some broken jb gadgets!"

Fighting the sky desperately to avoid the cucumber, and struggling to argue: "I haven't had a codeword for a long time! You can't do this in the peerless cucumber brother!"

Peerless Cucumber: "That's not up to date!" said a rope loop around his neck.

In the midst of pain, Shang Qinghua struggled to wake up and his neck was tight. Looking down, Mo Beijun lay in bed, pulling the end of the rope tied to his hand at a very high frequency.

Shang Qinghua is powerless and powerful: "What do you want to be the king?"

After asking two times, I found that Mo Beijun did not deliberately be in the whole person. He was unconscious at all, and he turned over and over very uncomfortably. Poorly, Shang Qinghua, who was pulled by his neck, caught him so many times, and his eyes almost squeezed out.

Mo Beijun frowned, still rolling in uneasiness.

Shang Qinghua squatted on the bed and looked at the sweaty beads on his forehead and the slightly warm clothes.

Mo Beijun seems to have only a small wound, no big deal. In fact, the situation is a bit serious, but he does not say anything. Coupled with the ice law, the Mozu originally hated the hot weather, and during the summer, the wound may present a similar inflammation.

Kidney is so slow, is it necessary to add some kidney treasure to strengthen it!

Shang Qinghua confessed to go out, not afraid of knocking on the door in the middle of the night, asking for two people, and asked for two Pu fans, and returned to the left and right, playing with the old fans.

The side of the fan yawned, and the fan was almost blurred. When I was half-awake, I saw that the eyes of Mo Beijun were squatting. The ice-blue pupil was bright and cold in the moonlight, like a pair of magnificent Cat eyes.

This situation is really scary. Shang Qinghua is a spirited person, and he has widened his dog's eyes. If you look at it well, it is clearly closed.

I woke up and found that the big things were not good.

He actually slept in bed.

It’s a good risk, and I’m so happy that I’m still not awake, I’m not going to kick my brain!

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

After a while, Mobei Jun sat up.

Shang Qinghua’s heart is a little bit worse, and when he wakes up later, he will be on the spot.

The next day, I got the rule of the king of Mobei, and finally I could see the sky again and go out to the streets to go.

In fact, he was holding Mo Beijun’s thigh and cried: “The big king, I’m broken, I’m not at home, I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to eat, you don’t want me to go to the street to buy dry food, I’m starving. Beware of the corpse in this room, stinking you..."

There is a bowl of gruel in the shop corner. The porridge is as clear as water, and bows down to see its own shadow. It is described by the rain and the yellow flowers.

It was a terrible day, and it seemed that someone was calling his younger brother behind him.

As soon as he turned around, he saw four or five young children with fluffy sleeves and scented temperament, carrying a long sword and carrying him to him.

The same door, the same door of the Cangwu Mountain School!

Yes, it’s been seven days, and the organization sent someone to come to him!

Shang Qinghua’s tears rushed out and trembled and reached out: “Brother! Wei brother!”

The headed teenager is very different from others. The two saddles are hanging from the waist, one long and one short, and the two sleeves are full of surplus and clear wind. It is the brother of Wei Qingyi of Wan Jianfeng, who is ready to pick up and move: "X, brother, you... ...What's wrong with you? If you don't see it for a few days, how do you completely change your appearance, not adult!"

"..."

Shang Qinghua said: "That is probably because I am not a x brother."

He is only eating a little bit thinner now, what is not adult? And Wei Shixiong, you Wanjianfeng test swords, I have wiped each sword more than three times, you also let me sweep your room, and the food is also done by the way, so forget the face!

Wei Qing said, "I am joking. Shangshidi, how can I only see you alone? What about other people? Why is it not delayed, what happened?"

"Hey other people...others..."

The short-term match was too sudden, and Shang Qinghua couldn't compose a story that was seamless. He had to squint and sway twice, slamming and falling to the ground.

When he was dead, he felt Wei Qing kneeling down and poked his face. Others said: "Brother, he is dizzy, what should I do?"

Wei Qingyu pokeed and said: "What can I do? Let's go back and talk."

Peaks.

Rows of corpses are placed outside the main hall. The disciples of Anding Feng, who went out to pick up the goods that day, except for Shang Qinghua, were not bad, all lying here.

Shang Qinghua was in front of the body and his tears fell.

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

When the peak owners answered the words, the atmosphere was condensed and they went into the hall to discuss.

Suddenly heard the sound of the sword on the sword, a teenager wearing a quiet school uniform slowly approached.

The boy's complexion is fair, his eyebrows are slender, his lips are light, and he has a slightly mean skin. Black hair and cyan streamers are scattered behind the shoulders and carrying a long sword. It is the star of the star, the ghost on the quiet peak, and the singularity of the singularity of the singularity of the singer---Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu looked at the body and asked casually: "Does the Mozu let you bring anything or something?"

Shang Qinghua screamed: "No?"

Shen Qingqiu squats, so there is often a tendency to squat. Every time Shang Qinghua talks to him, he feels that he is despising himself. Although he does not care, he is used to it...

Shen Qingqiu smiled and laughed: "This is strange. The seven or eight people are all dead. If there is nothing to ask you to bring to us, why do you leave you alive?"

Shang Qinghua’s eyes are stunned, “呃——”

Shen Qingqiu really laughed this time: "Shang-Shidi. What do you rely on, can you retreat from the whole body and return to the Cangwu Mountain to send it?"

The words here must not be sloppy.

Shen Qingqiu is different from those of the IQ 40, and the cliff is not easy to fool. Give him a murder of Ni Duan to make a small report, the undercover career has not yet begun to tie su.

With a silly smile for 30s, Shang Qinghua’s headlights light up and immediately shouted: “This...maybe because...”

Because I don’t hesitate?

Because the king is loud and sincere?

Because the dignity is abandoned simply and neatly?

Shen Qingqiu waited patiently, waiting for a heartbreaking cough.

Shang Qinghua coughed tears. He took a step back and showed his suspicion.

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

Sure enough, after five seconds, Yue Qingyuan’s voice came from behind: “Qing Qiu’s younger brother, the Mozu’s act has no way to follow, and it’s easy for the younger brother to escape the great hardship. Even if there is something to ask, it’s better to wait for him to slow down. A slowdown."

Out! God level summoned the good man Yue Qingyuan arrived at the battlefield!

Shang Qinghua silently began counting.

Shen Qingqiu raised his hand: "Good. I don't speak well, don't say it. Yue brother, please."

1hit.

Yue Qingyuan said: "The younger brothers of Anding Feng are also doing help for Qing Jingfeng this time. Why should the younger brothers sympathize with the sympathy and also give it to him... Shang Shidi, why do you cough more and more, I want to call Qianshi’s wooden teacher. Looking for you?"

Shang Qinghua was grateful for the rushing of Yue Qingyuan. Continue counting: 2hit.

Shen Qingqiu laughed: "Twelve peaks each have their own duties, and they are good at each other. Andingfeng has always done this. Why should Yue’s brothers say that they are so wronged? It seems that only the Cangwu Mountain faction has something to do. Is it a brother? I thought they were still less in the backyard on weekdays?"

3hit.

Yue Qingyuan always looks patient and does not want to talk. Shen Qingqiu immediately said: "Call. Xie Yue brothers teach, listen later in the autumn. I am gone."

!

He knew that the two men were talking together, and more than five sentences would definitely be unhappy.

Shen Qingqiu took the Shuiya sword and went far away. Yue Qingyuan turned back. "Shang Shidi, you are shocked."

Shang Qinghua is busy: "Nothing..."

Compared with the tired and exploited him in these days, he was a little shocked and insignificant!

Because of this incident, I don’t know how the old peak of Anding Peak was to appease Shang Qinghua, and he was promoted to become a formal introductory disciple.

Shang Qinghua cheered all the way, went back to the Datong shop and packed up things, and went to the highest level of the settlers in Anding Peak.

Yes, you're not mistaken. Anding Feng has been busy for a lifetime, and his disciples are actually called "leisure people". Have a free fart! I swear to the plane to swear that he did not bring any ridicule when he set the name, but now I look at these three words and deeply feel the malice of the world.

Shang Qinghua found his own cabin, with physical and mental exhaustion, insisted on paving the bed, turned and poured a glass of water, and turned back, someone was already sitting on the bed.

The teacup in his hand fell to the ground in a very cliché, his feet soft, and he sat on the ground: "...the king."

Mobei Jun sounds like ice: "Follow me forever, huh?"