TSVS – Chapter 92 – The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Bab 92 – Sistem Hemat-Diri Penjahat Bajingan

Ekstra: Pertemuan Fortuitous Pesawat – Bagian Tiga

Sebelum kata-katanya jatuh, dia dengan kuat dikupas dari gerobak dan terlempar ke tanah.

Tubuhnya, jatuh tepat di depan sepatu bot Mobei-Jun; pedangnya, masih setengah tersangkut di sarungnya; hatinya, belum memutuskan apakah akan menghunus pedangnya atau tidak.

Mobei-Jun mencibir, kilau biru sedingin es menerangi matanya. Tidak lama setelah selesai mengatakan, Shang Qinghua melemparkan dirinya untuk memeluk pahanya dengan plop.

Semua Shixiong-nya: “= 口 =”

Mobei-Jun: “= =”

Shang Qinghua jatuh berlutut. "Rajaku, biarkan aku mengikutimu seumur hidupku!"

Mobei-Jun ingin melepaskannya dengan tendangan, tetapi kemampuan perekat Shang Qinghua terlalu kuat. Dia ingin membunuhnya dengan pukulan, tetapi itu bahkan lebih sulit. Sama seperti tokek yang menempel di dinding, ia dengan gesit merangkak ke sana kemari, tetapi masih berhasil menempel kuat di pahanya.

Dia tidak bisa menahan api dalam kemarahan.

Melihat prestasi lengket yang luar biasa ini, semua murid luar An Ding Peak sangat gembira. Melempar barang-barang mereka, mereka terbang untuk melarikan diri. Shang Qinghua hanya mengutuk mereka dengan nyenyak di dalam hatinya ketika, tidak tiga detik kemudian, yang bisa dia dengar hanyalah bidang jeritan.

Puluhan helai es, setipis sutera, menembus dada mereka. Dalam tarian gila cahaya perak, tetesan darah terbang ke segala arah.

Melihat ini, cengkeraman Shang Qinghua pada paha Mobei-Jun menjadi sekuat baja. Dia mulai mengobrol tanpa henti, “Rajaku, tolong terima aku. Saya sangat berguna! "

Mobei-Jun sepertinya memiringkan tubuhnya. "Oh? Apa gunanya kamu? "

"Aku bisa menyajikan teh, membawa air, mencuci pakaian, melipat selimut … tidak."

Shang Qinghua dengan cermat menganalisis untuknya: "Anda melihat raja saya, saya dapat melayani Anda sebagai agen yang menyamar di Gunung Cang Qiong, meneruskan kecerdasan, dan menyadari prestasi luar biasa dalam menyatukan Demon Race dengan Dunia Manusia."

Mobei-Jun tertawa. "Seorang murid luar, dan murid luar An Ding Peak pada saat itu. Dengan Anda sebagai mata-mata, tahun dan bulan berapa Anda bisa menyadari prestasi luar biasa menyatukan Demon Race dengan Dunia Manusia? "

Shang Qinghua berkata, malu, "Jangan membeda-bedakan, itu tidak bagus."

Mengapa bahkan Demon Race mendiskriminasi mereka berdasarkan ini? Dan diskriminasi terhadap "An Ding Peak" bahkan melampaui itu dengan menjadi "murid luar" … Saya tidak bisa menerimanya, saya benar-benar tidak bisa menerimanya!

Tepat ketika dia menangis, air mata pahit, kusut dan tidak mungkin diurai, mati-matian berjuang untuk masa depan, sepenuhnya tanpa peringatan, Mobei-Jun — jatuh ke tanah.

Shang Qinghua masih memeluk pahanya, dan ketika Mobei-Jun jatuh dia hampir terjepit di bawahnya. Dia buru-buru melepaskan.

Dia berjongkok untuk sesaat dalam keadaan linglung, tiba-tiba sadar —— apakah Mobei-Jun datang ke sini terluka?

Tidak heran ekspresinya sangat jelek dan emosinya sangat tinggi, ini mudah untuk didorong!

Apakah dia tanpa sengaja menusuk salah satu lukanya dengan selip tangannya? Terkadang slip tangan adalah keuntungan!

Shang Qinghua dengan hati-hati pindah, memeriksanya dengan cermat.

Seperti yang diharapkan, ada luka tipis sepanjang jari di pinggang bawah Mobei-Jun, kira-kira di atas ginjal kanannya. Sebuah sudut tajam dari sesuatu yang berwarna emas menyembul dari dalam lukanya. Samar-samar dia bisa melihat bahwa itu ditempa dari benang emas, sepotong karya seni yang rumit dalam bentuk tepi kelopak bunga.

Begitu centil dan berbudaya, 1 adalah Ling Hua dart Huan Hua Palace, itu benar!

Jenis senjata ini adalah salah satu detail yang tidak masuk akal yang dibuat oleh Airplane-juju dengan cepat sebagai penulis. Tubuh panah itu ringan dan tipis dan dilapisi dengan sedikit obat bius. Sangat sulit bagi targetnya untuk menemukan objek yang menghancurkan tubuh mereka. Jika mereka bergerak terlalu banyak, anak panah itu akan dengan indah "mekar," menumbuhkan enam kelopak bunga yang tajam untuk memotong organ dalam targetnya.

Apakah ini terdengar agak asing? Bukankah itu sepertinya dibuat dengan seperangkat organisme Demon Realm? Tidak masalah, cukup mudah untuk dilakukan, hal ini yang bisa disebut Ling Hua dart diciptakan oleh beberapa sesepuh Istana Huan Hua yang telah melarikan diri dari Alam Iblis oleh kulit giginya, berdasarkan pada organisme aneh yang disebut " Qing Si ”. Singkatnya, tidak perlu khawatir tentang detail halus semacam ini!

Narasi latar belakang selesai, mari kita kembali ke topik utama.

Dengan kata lain, iblis generasi kedua berdarah murni ini yang mungkin mengalahkannya sampai mati dengan satu serangan di masa depan, tidak hanya ginjalnya ditusuk oleh Istana Huan Hua tetapi juga dibius secara serius.

Sepertinya Mobei-Jun baru saja membunuh jalan keluar dari pesona pengepungan Istana Huan Hua. The Demon Race menyimpan dendam mereka untuk waktu yang lama, dan klan Mobei memiliki keluhan lama dengan Huan Hua Palace. Istana Huan Hua menjadi sekte dengan kematian dan cedera terbanyak di pengepungan Konferensi Immortal Alliance adalah balas dendam Mobei-Jun terhadap mereka. Ini terhubung dengan mulus dengan Garis Menembak Pesawat Menuju Garis Langit.

Shang Qinghua bergumam bolak-balik di hatinya, tawa nakal di wajahnya. Dia melihat sekeliling di tanah untuk sementara waktu sebelum menemukan sebuah batu sekitar setengah ukuran kepala dan mengangkatnya, cukup berat.

Satu, dua, tiga, dia bisa menghancurkan kepala Mobei-Jun dengan mata tertutup.

Sistem tidak menawarkan petunjuk peringatan atau melarang peringatan.

Shang Qinghua santai. Tidak ada peringatan, itu artinya: Oke untuk membunuh!

"Rajaku, rajaku, ini kehendak Surga, jangan salahkan aku." Dengan doa yang benar-benar tidak tulus, tangannya terangkat dan batu jatuh!

——Dan berhenti, tepat di depan hidung Mobei-Jun yang bisa dibilang sempurna.

Bahkan, karakter Mobei-Jun ini memiliki arti yang tidak biasa baginya.

Bisa dikatakan, bahwa Mobei-Jun adalah tipe pria yang diimpikan oleh Airplane-juju. Kuat, keren, mengikuti caranya sendiri, seperti impian masa kecil setiap anak kecil untuk menjadi Ultraman.

Bagaimana dia bisa menonton secara apatis ketika dia membunuh Ultraman dengan tangannya sendiri!

Shang Qinghua merintih untuk sementara waktu.

Setelah dia selesai, dia memiliki pikiran yang benar-benar tak tahu malu: Tidak apa-apa jika dia tidak menonton, kan?

Jadi, dia menoleh, mengangkat batu itu tinggi-tinggi.

—Tidak dia masih tidak bisa melakukannya.

Shang Qinghua membuang senjata pembunuh yang tidak praktis itu dengan plop. Matanya bersinar dengan emosi, seluruh tubuhnya hampir jatuh di atas Mobei-Jun.

Dia tidak bisa, dia tidak bisa, semakin dia terlihat semakin dia merasa wajah ini terlalu tampan.

Sebenarnya, di hatinya yang terdalam, jenis penampilan bocah lelaki yang adil dan jernih dari Bing-ge tidak benar-benar cocok dengan seleranya. Pesawat Terbang Menuju Langit-juju hanya memberikan protagonis konfigurasi seperti ini untuk melengkapi fasilitas perangkat kuda jantannya, kuda jantan juga harus ditanami beberapa ilmu di belakangnya.2 Dan penelitian ilmiahnya jelas, wanita lebih suka yang berbudaya dan cantik, bahkan penampilan pria agak lembut dan feminin.

Protagonis tidak bisa menghindari peledakan, bisa dikatakan bahwa Bing-ge memiliki tiga penggemar bagian hingga lima pembenci bagian. Tapi Mobei-Jun tidak sama. Karakter pendukung selalu menarik banyak cinta, dan Mobei-Jun praktis tidak pernah dibenci.

Karakter ini diciptakan sepenuhnya sesuai dengan seleranya sendiri. Karena dia adalah karakter yang diam-diam disukai oleh penulis, Mobei-Jun mewujudkan Airplane Shooting Menuju Langit estetika ilmiah dari sesama lelaki ideal. Jangan tanya mengapa Luo Binghe tidak mewujudkan lelaki idealnya, penggunaan Luo Binghe terutama untuk memenuhi hasratnya bermain wajah yang tampan dan tamparan, serta keinginannya untuk nakal (bagian ini harus dicoret).

Bahkan Mobei-Jun muda saat ini, belum dewasa, benar-benar sejalan dengan "Mata sedalam malam, hidung lurus dan tinggi, penuh semangat heroik, sombong es tak tertandingi", enam belas kata itu menggambarkan estetika sejatinya .

Ini adalah pria cantik yang dia impikan di dalam hatinya!

Senjata pembunuh batu mengangkat dan menurunkan, menurunkan dan mengangkat. Shang Qinghua (setelah transmigrasi) dihadapkan pada pilihan hidup dan mati yang sulit untuk pertama kalinya dalam hidupnya.

Akhirnya, Shang Qinghua memutuskan: Saatnya menyewa kamar!

Dia tiba di penginapan untuk menyewa kamar … tidak, rumah peristirahatan.

Tempat ini adalah ladang mayat. Shang Qinghua ragu-ragu sedikit, lalu menuangkan tumpukan Qing Qing Peak yang berat dan tidak berguna membersihkan keranjang seperti tumpukan sampah. Dia mengangkat Mobei-Jun, menghadap ke bawah, menutupi wajah yang akan membuatnya kehilangan kendali setiap kali dia melihatnya.

Dia tidak bisa kembali ke Gunung Cang Qiong untuk sementara waktu. Di sisi itu, tidak ada yang akan menyadari ada yang salah begitu cepat karena perjalanan ini diantisipasi akan berlangsung tujuh hari, yang hanya dua yang telah berlalu.

Berdiri teguh oleh pewaris muda iblis ini dan melindunginya ketika ia dilemahkan oleh serangan diam-diam, betapa luar biasa kesempatan untuk mengumpulkan beberapa niat baik. Menghibur dirinya sendiri dengan alasan ini, Shang Qinghua mendengus dan kembung, mendorong kereta dorong besar menuju kota.

Untuk menyewa kamar, Shang Qinghua menghabiskan simpanan uang rahasia yang telah dia tabung beberapa tahun terakhir ini.

Pada saat ini, ia hanya seorang murid luar biasa, biasa-biasa saja, ia tidak memiliki wewenang untuk mengelola akun atau menarik dari kas sekte. Menyewa kamar sudah melampaui batas kemampuan ekonominya. Jadi, tentu saja, itu adalah satu kamar. Jadi, tentu saja, hanya ada satu tempat tidur. Tempat tidur ini milik siapa, juga tentu saja.

Tentu saja, itu untuk dirinya sendiri!

Menyebar seperti bintang laut, Shang Qinghua tergeletak di tempat tidur seperti mayat. 3 Setelah selesai meregangkan otot dan tulangnya, dia merangkak dan membawa Mobei-Jun ke tempat tidur.

Ini perlu. Mobei-Jun sudah dalam suasana hati yang buruk dan temperamen tinggi setelah terluka. Jika dia terbangun mendapati dirinya berbaring di tanah atau meringkuk di kursi, bisakah Shang Qinghua tetap mempertahankan hidupnya? Tentu saja, dia tidak akan mempertimbangkan dermawannya dalam situasi tersebut sebelum menghadiahkannya dengan es melalui dada 4.

Ketika mereka melewati tempat obat, Shang Qinghua telah membeli sedikit salep ini dan itu. Dengan vitalitas Iblis Ras yang luar biasa kuat, dia bisa saja melemparkannya ke sana dan mengabaikannya dan tidak peduli seberapa besar lubang secara bertahap akan menutup. Namun, karena dia telah memutuskan untuk memeluk paha, dia tahu dia harus membuang semua reservasi untuk menunjukkan ketulusannya. Sebagai bawahan yang tepat dan memproklamirkan diri, Airplane Shooting Menuju Sky-juju memandang rendah orang-orang munafik yang mengaku memeluk paha tetapi baru saja bertindak! Dia dengan berani menggali gumpalan besar, mendorongnya ke dalam lubang di ginjal Mobei-Jun sampai lebih atau kurang tertutup, lalu membaliknya, mengatur kedua telapak tangannya bersama-sama dalam pose Sleeping Beauty. Setelah mengagumi wajah sempurna yang ia contohkan sesuai dengan cita-cita pikirannya, ia memukulkan kepalanya ke lengan dan tertidur di sisi luar tempat tidur.

Malam musim panas terasa panas. Bahkan dengan jendela terbuka, angin sepoi-sepoi tidak mengalir masuk.

Setelah melemparkan dan berbalik selama setengah malam, dia akhirnya berhasil tertidur ketika seseorang tiba-tiba mendorongnya ke tanah dengan tendangan ke pantat.

Shang Qinghua hampir takut mati oleh tendangan ini.

Dia jatuh dan melesat di bawah meja, ragu-ragu memutar kepalanya dengan panik. Mobei-Jun duduk tegak di tempat tidur, mata bersinar biru seperti baterai yang diisi berlebihan akan meledak.

Shang Qinghua sudah lama memikirkan dialognya. Penuh dengan nada ekspresif, dia memukuli dadanya dan menginjak kakinya, berkata, "Rajaku, kau akhirnya bangun——"

Mobei-Jun tidak bergerak sedikitpun, menatapnya dengan dingin.

Shang Qinghua: "Apakah Anda masih ingat siapa saya?"

Yang lain tidak merespons. Shang Qinghua tidak merasa malu, masih dengan senang hati mempertimbangkan kemungkinan amnesia. Dia melanjutkan, “Sekarang, kami bertemu di jalan kecil saat itu. Aku bilang aku akan mengikutimu seumur hidupku, rajaku, sebagai … ”

Mobei-Jun memotongnya. "Apa yang kamu pegang sekarang?"

"… tutup seperti jaket empuk kecil …" Shang Qinghua memulai. "Apa katamu? Aku melakukan apa untukmu barusan? ”

"Kamu memelukku."

Kesadaran tiba-tiba, guntur dari langit yang cerah.

Panas sialan ini seperti memanggang dalam tungku, dan ternyata suhu tubuh Mobei-Jun dingin. Dalam keremangan tidur, ia secara tidak sadar bergerak ke sisi yang lebih dingin, dan semakin dekat ia mendapatkan yang lebih sejuk dan lebih nyaman. Tidak heran dia memimpikan es loli raksasa, dengan senang hati membungkus keempat anggota tubuhnya seperti gurita, menjilati dan menangis bahagia.

Shang Qinghua dengan hati-hati mengintip wajah dan leher Mobei-Jun. Melihat tidak ada kilau air yang aneh, dia tidak bisa menahan diri untuk mengeluarkan 'Ah mi tuo fo'. Dengan hati-hati dia berkata, "Tubuhmu sedingin es, aku takut kamu tidak akan berhasil, jadi aku memelukmu."

Mendengar ini, Mobei-Jun mengejek. "Bodoh. Saya alami seperti ini, semakin dingin tubuh saya, semakin baik. Saya bukan manusia, di mana dingin berarti hampir mati. "

Shang Qinghua dengan hati-hati memperhatikan kata-kata dan ekspresinya sepanjang waktu. Melihat ekspresinya melembut, senyum segera menyebar di wajahnya. Tepat ketika dia akan meluncur keluar dari bawah meja seperti ular yang merangkak naik ke tongkat yang digunakan untuk memukulnya, Mobei-Jun tiba-tiba menemukan kembali sikapnya yang sedingin es. "Kamu hanya mencoba membuat langkah lain."

Shang Qinghua segera kehilangan keberanian untuk bergerak, dengan sedih memegang kaki kayu, berguling menjadi bola seperti hamster di bawah meja.

Mobei-Jun berkata, "Apa tujuanmu?"

Shang Qinghua berkata tanpa malu-malu, "Saya tidak benar-benar memiliki tujuan, saya hanya ingin mengikuti Anda selama sisa hidup saya."

Mobei-Jun bertindak seolah-olah dia tidak mendengar. "Kamu adalah murid luar An Ding Peak."

Saat ini, Shang Qinghua selalu merasa bahwa setiap kali seseorang menekankan ketiga kata "An Ding Peak", itu membawa nada prasangka. Karena takut bahwa Mobei-Jun akan menganggap dirinya tidak berguna dan langsung pergi bersamanya, dia menjulurkan kepalanya. "Rajaku, dengarkan aku, aku masih muda, aku masih memiliki peluang untuk naik status …"

"Kembali!"

Shang Qinghua buru-buru mundur kembali ke tempat yang aman.

Puas dengan jarak ini, Mobei-Jun berkata, "Kamu membantu saya, apakah ini untuk 'peluang untuk naik status'?"

Benar saja, dia bangga dan sombong. Dia tidak menggunakan "save", kata kerja yang agak lemah ini, tetapi mengubahnya menjadi "assist", kata-kata ini membawa nada subordinasi. Shang Qinghua tertawa nakal, bermain bodoh.

"Tidak"? Kredibilitas respons ini kurang dari 3%. "Iya"? Mobei-Jun agak memandang rendah bawahan tak bertulang seperti ini. Inilah alasan mengapa aslinya tidak berpikir dua kali tentang membunuh barang-barang asli Shang Qinghua, karena ia tidak pernah berencana membiarkannya hidup. Bagaimana dia bisa tanpa malu mengakui bahwa dia melakukannya hanya untuk mengejar stat niat baiknya?

Untungnya, Mobei-Jun telah lama sampai pada kesimpulan, label "serakah untuk hidup, takut mati, penjilat boot-licin, penjualan sekte" telah ditampar ke kepala Shang Qinghua. Dia tidak membutuhkannya untuk merespons, hanya mengeluarkan dengusan dingin dan berbaring lagi.

Shang Qinghua menunggu lama, tidak bergerak langkah lain.

Apakah dia mendapatkan konsesi darinya untuk sementara waktu? Atau … apakah dia pingsan lagi ??

Pada akhirnya, Shang Qinghua masih tidak berani dengan terburu-buru mendekati dan bersarang di bawah meja, puas dengan malam itu.

Setelah membolak-balikkan setengah malam, setelah bangun pagi, Shang Qinghua secara resmi memulai hari yang sibuk menjadi sapi dan bertindak sebagai kuda.

Di pagi itu saja, Shang Qinghua bekerja keras tanpa mengeluh naik turun lebih dari dua puluh kali, mengganti air di bak mandi tujuh atau delapan kali.

Air ini untuk membantu Mobei-Jun menyembuhkan luka-lukanya. Bagaimanapun, berendam dalam air akan lebih baik untuk paman bertenaga es ini. Tapi sebelum dia berendam selama satu jam penuh, bak air hangat yang sangat baik akan berubah menjadi lumpur dingin. Shang Qinghua meringkuk di sudut, mengunyah ransum yang dia miliki bersamanya saat menonton pakaian Mobei-Jun, merasa sangat cemburu dan sangat mengagumi sosok itu dan mereka yang dirindukannya dalam mimpinya.

Ketika dia menyaksikan, dia tiba-tiba menyadari Mobei-Jun telah berhenti, menatapnya, ekspresi yang tidak begitu senang di wajahnya.

Shang Qinghua mengunyah beberapa kali, buru-buru makan beberapa gigitan tambahan, kalau-kalau Mobei-Jun tiba-tiba menuntut dia menyerahkan jatahnya.

Mobei-Jun bertanya, "Kamu sangat malas?"

Shang Qinghua berkata dengan tergesa-gesa, "Tidak asin, ini manis5."

Dia tidak memiliki kesempatan untuk makan beberapa gigitan lagi sebelum beberapa keping bayangan hitam menghantam wajahnya.

Jadi, Shang Qinghua tidak lagi menganggur, ia harus pergi mencuci pakaian tuannya yang baru diklaim.

Itu benar, pewaris iblis muda ini telah keluar dalam set ini, dan sekarang penuh dengan lubang dan darah dan keringat, bagaimana dia bisa memakainya lagi? Tentu saja, dia harus menjahit, memperbaiki, dan mengeringkan.

Dunia xianxia fantasi rendah ini justru merupakan kenyataan yang tidak romantis, menyedihkan, kenyataan sepuluh ribu kejahatan ini!

Shang Qinghua bersumpah, jika dia pernah memiliki kesempatan untuk berubah kembali ke Airplane Shooting Menuju Sky-juju, buku berikutnya akan menjadi genre xuanhuan fantasi tinggi, jenis di mana otak dapat ditelan dan ilmu pengetahuan diberikan kepada anjing-anjing. Menganyam awan menjadi pakaian, memangkas bulan menjadi ikat pinggang, semua kerja manual bisa diselesaikan dengan sentakan jari, Anda tidak akan pernah lagi membutuhkan jenis keberadaan yang suram seperti An Ding Peak!

Dengan penuh pertimbangan menambal lubang di pakaian Mobei-Jun di dekat ginjalnya, memerasnya kering dan menggantungnya di ruangan, Shang Qinghua merasa dia telah membuat penampilan yang sangat bagus tentang dirinya pada hari itu.

Karena hari sudah malam, dia menebal wajahnya dan merangkak ke tempat tidur, masih membawa kepercayaan diri misterius ini. Sebelum dia mendekati ranjang, sejarah terulang kembali, dan dia diusir lagi.

Dia duduk di tanah, air mata di kedua matanya, suaranya bergetar. "… Rajaku, kamu tidak akan membiarkanku di tempat tidur, bagaimana jika di malam hari kamu kedinginan, haus, lapar, ingin membalikkan … lalu bagaimana?"

Mobei-Jun mengangkat alis dan berkata, "Mudah dilakukan."

Jadi, dia memerintahkan Shang Qinghua untuk menemukan seutas tali. Satu ujung diikat di jarinya, yang lain diikat di Shang Qinghua …

Jari?

Betapa dia sangat beruntung, itu hanya lehernya, tidak lebih.

Shang Qinghua terbaring di tanah seperti mayat, berpikir pada dirinya sendiri bahwa manusia ini hidup lebih buruk daripada seekor anjing sialan … satu-satunya pikiran yang menghibur yang bisa dia temukan adalah bahwa setidaknya Mobei-Jun bukan semacam orang cabul, ujung yang lain terikat pada (BIP-), itu benar-benar akan menjadi perlakuan tidak manusiawi.

Dia melewati empat hari seperti ini, menderita setiap jenis siksaan, dan Shang Qinghua benar-benar merasakan hari-hari berlalu seperti bertahun-tahun. Bahkan malam-malamnya adalah mimpi buruk yang tak henti-hentinya.

Hari ini, di tengah malam, Shang Qinghua tertidur lelap, bermimpi lagi.

Kali ini ia bermimpi berada di dunia nyata, menangis dan menangis ke arah layar komputer. Di sebelahnya ada seorang lelaki besar jahat, memegang mentimun berduri seperti tungkai bawah yang agak berbulu, dengan keras meronta-ronta wajahnya, meronta-ronta dan meraung, "Semua yang kamu tulis adalah sampah yang retak!"

Penembakan Pesawat Menuju Langit menghindari mentimun seperti hidupnya tergantung padanya, berusaha untuk menjelaskan dirinya sendiri. “Saya sudah lama tidak memperbarui dalam waktu lama. Mentimun, jangan seperti ini! "

Peerless Cucumber: "Lalu mengapa kamu tidak segera memperbarui!" Mengatakan ini, seutas tali melilit lehernya.

Menderita segala macam kesulitan, Shang Qinghua berjuang untuk bangkit, hanya untuk menemukan tali masih mengencang di lehernya. Mengikuti dengan tatapannya, Mobei-Jun sedang berbaring di tempat tidur, secara mekanis menarik tali yang diikatkan ke tangannya.

Shang Qinghua berkata dengan putus asa, "Rajaku, apa yang kamu inginkan?"

Hanya setelah bertanya beberapa kali, dia menemukan bahwa Mobei-Jun tidak sengaja menyulitkannya. Dia benar-benar tidak sadar, hanya melempar dan berputar dalam ketidaknyamanan yang ekstrem, mengotak-atik benda di tangannya untuk melampiaskan kemarahannya. Sebagai yang malang dengan tali di lehernya, bola mata Shang Qinghua hampir terjepit di bawah kekuatan tarikannya.

Mobei-Jun mengerutkan alisnya, masih dengan gelisah berguling-guling. Shang Qinghua diam-diam berjingkat ke samping tempat tidurnya. Melihat butir-butir keringat dangkal merembes dari dahinya yang halus dan gumpalan udara panas yang naik dari pakaiannya, dia mengerti.

Ginjal Mobei-Jun tampak seperti luka kecil, bukan sesuatu yang mengkhawatirkan, tetapi situasi sebenarnya agak serius. Hanya saja dia dengan keras kepala berusaha untuk melewatinya, menolak untuk mengatakan sepatah kata pun. Selain itu, tak perlu dikatakan bahwa setan es paling membenci cuaca panas. Itu adalah puncak musim panas, dan mungkin lukanya mengalami sesuatu yang mirip dengan peradangan, bahkan mulai bernanah.

Ginjalnya menyembuhkan ini perlahan-lahan, apakah dia membutuhkan semacam bantuan ginjal untuk memperkuatnya sedikit!

Klan Mobei hanya membutuhkan suhu dingin, jika mereka tidak memiliki suhu dingin, mereka harus membuatnya sendiri. Shang Qinghua menggumamkan "postur tidur yang benar-benar sangat buruk", lalu menerima nasibnya dan pergi. Tidak terhalang oleh fakta bahwa mengetuk pintu di tengah malam akan sangat kasar, ia meminta dua penggemar daun, baskom air, dan dua handuk bersih. Dia kembali dan menyeka Mobei-Jun, lalu meletakkan handuk basah di dahinya. Mengambil satu daun kipas di tangan kirinya dan satu di tangan kanannya, dia mengipasi seolah-olah hidupnya tergantung padanya.

Dia mengipasi dan menguap tanpa henti, mengipasi sampai matanya suram. Setengah dalam mimpi dan setengah terjaga, dia tampak melihat bahwa mata Mobei-Jun terbuka. Pupil biru es cerah dan dingin di bawah sinar bulan, seperti sepasang chrysoberyl yang luar biasa dan menakutkan.

Adegan ini benar-benar terlalu menakutkan. Shang Qinghua menggigil, membuka matanya lebar-lebar untuk melihat lebih baik, tetapi mata Mobei-Jun jelas tertutup rapat.

Begitu dia bangun, dia menyadari ada masalah besar.

Tadi malam, Shang Qinghua pusing karena panas. Melambaikan dan melambaikan kipas daun itu, dia berhasil menjatuhkan diri di tempat tidur dan tertidur. Terlalu dekat, terlalu dekat, untungnya Mobei-Jun masih tidur, jika dia bangun dia mungkin hanya menendang otaknya terbang!

Shang Qinghua buru-buru melompat dari tempat tidur, berbaring di bagian wilayah yang telah dia klaim untuk dirinya sendiri di bawah kepala ranjang.

Setelah beberapa saat, bingkai tempat tidur mulai berderit ringan dan Mobei-Jun akhirnya duduk. Shang Qinghua mendesis pada dirinya sendiri, itu terlalu dekat. Jika dia bangun sedikit kemudian, dia akan menjadi percikan darah di tempat.

Keesokan harinya, setelah mendapatkan izin Raja Mobei yang ramah, dia akhirnya bisa melihat cahaya lagi, keluar untuk berbicara berjalan-jalan di jalan.

Faktanya, dia telah memeluk paha Mobei-Jun dan meratap, “Rajaku, aku kehabisan jatah, tingkat kultivasi saya tidak cukup tinggi sehingga saya bisa makan ketika saya mau dan abstain ketika tidak, jika Anda tidak biarkan aku keluar untuk membeli jatah, aku akan mati kelaparan dan aku takut mayatku akan bau kamar untukmu … "

Dia membeli semangkuk bubur tipis untuk diminum dari toko di sudut jalan. Bubur itu jernih seperti air. Menurunkan kepalanya dan melihat sekilas pantulannya, dia memiliki penampilan yang lemah dan pucat seperti diinjak-injak, krisan babak belur oleh hujan.

Tepat ketika dia berkubang dalam kesengsaraannya yang menyedihkan, dia mendengar seseorang memanggil "Shidi" dari belakang. Berpaling untuk melihat, dia melihat empat atau lima pemuda, memancarkan aura abadi yang keren, lengan dan kelepak beterbangan di atas angin, memanggul pedang panjang, dengan sungguh-sungguh berjalan ke arahnya.

Kawan-kawan, rekan-rekannya dari Cang Qiong Mountain Sect!

Itu benar, tujuh hari telah berlalu, mereka telah mengorganisir sekelompok orang untuk datang menemukannya!

Shang Qinghua tersentuh hingga menangis. Mengulurkan tangan yang gemetar, dia berkata, "Shixiong, Wei-shixiong!"

Senyum memenuhi wajah pemuda terkemuka. Dua pedang tergantung di pinggangnya, satu panjang pendek, lengan bajunya mengembang seakan diisi oleh angin sejuk. Itu adalah Wei Qingwei-shixiong di Wan Jian Peak. Melihat Shang Qinghua bergegas menyambutnya, dia mengangkat tangan untuk menemuinya, bergerak. "X-shidi, kamu … apa yang terjadi padamu? Bagaimana Anda benar-benar berubah menjadi negara ini dalam beberapa hari terakhir sejak kami bertemu, Anda bahkan tidak terlihat manusiawi! "

"…" Shang Qinghua tersedak wajah penuh air mata, malu. "Itu mungkin karena aku bukan X-shixiong."

Saat ini dia hanya menjadi sedikit lebih kurus karena dia tidak punya sesuatu yang enak untuk dimakan, ada apa dengan 'bahkan tidak terlihat seperti manusia'? Selain itu, Wei-shixiong dan kalian semua, saya telah memoles setiap pedang di stasiun pengujian pedang Wan Jian Peak Anda setidaknya tiga kali, dan setiap kali Anda ingin saya menyapu kamar Anda saat saya berada di sana, dan membuat makanan Anda saat aku sedang melakukannya, dan juga memberi makan trenggilingmu, tapi kau sudah melupakan wajahku dengan cepat!

Wei Qingwei berkata, "Tidak bisakah kamu melihat saya membuat lelucon? Apa itu tidak lucu? Oh benar, Shang-shidi, mengapa kamu sendirian? Dimana yang lainnya? Mengapa Anda menunda pengembalian Anda, apakah sesuatu terjadi? "

“Uh Wei-shixiong, kamu benar-benar suka membuat lelucon konyol ini. Yang lain … yang lain … "

Pertemuan mendadak ini terlalu tak terduga, dan Shang Qinghua tidak bisa mengarang cerita tanpa pemberitahuan dalam waktu singkat. Dia hanya bisa bergoyang beberapa kali, wajahnya pucat pasi, lalu jatuh ke tanah dengan plop.

Saat ini, dia tampak seperti tubuhnya tidak bisa bertahan lebih lama, dan sama sekali tidak ada yang curiga jika dia memalsukan.

Saat dia bermain mati, dia merasakan Wei Qingwei berjongkok, menyodok wajahnya beberapa kali. Yang lain berkata, "Shixiong, dia pingsan, apa yang harus kita lakukan?"

Wei Qingwei berkata, masih menyodok, "Apa yang bisa kita lakukan, mari kita seret dia kembali dulu dan cari tahu kemudian."

Qiong Ding Peak.

Barisan dan jenazah mayat diatur di luar aula utama. Selain Shang Qinghua, masing-masing murid luar An Ding Peak yang dikirim untuk mengambil barang hari itu berbaring di sana, tidak ketinggalan satu pun.

Shang Qinghua berlutut di depan tubuh, air mata mengalir deras ke tanah.

Tidak ada yang bisa dilakukan, sulit didapat di dunia kultivasi ini. Seseorang tanpa kemampuan bawaan yang baik seperti dia benar-benar tidak dapat melakukannya tanpa kelenjar air mata yang berkembang dengan baik. Atau dia tidak bisa melakukan tindakan "kesedihan yang patah hati, bahkan tidak bisa berbicara dengan jelas" di depan Peak Lords sekarang.

Setelah Pangeran Puncak selesai mengajukan pertanyaan, mereka pergi ke dalam aula untuk berdiskusi, suasana serius dan serius. Dia tiba-tiba mendengar gemerincing liontin rumbai pedang memantul satu sama lain, seorang pemuda mengenakan seragam Qing Jing Peak perlahan mendekat.

Pemuda ini memiliki kulit seputih salju, alis dan mata ramping, bibir pucat, penampilan yang agak kasar. Rambut hitam diikat rapi di belakang kepalanya dengan pita hijau muda, memegang pedang panjang di lengannya. Justru tiran itu, bintang yang tidak beruntung itu, bunga eksotis tertentu dari Qing Jing Peak, 《Penjahat Bajingan Abadi yang Membanggakan》 penjahat buas par excellence generasi ini —— Shen Qingqiu.

Setelah Shen Qingqiu selesai memeriksa mayat-mayat itu, ia bertanya dengan acuh tak acuh, "Apakah iblis itu meminta Anda untuk membawa kembali beberapa pesan, atau beberapa objek?"

Shang Qinghua dimulai. Atasan ini sebenarnya telah mengambil inisiatif untuk berbicara dengannya, dia merasa kewalahan dengan bantuan itu. "Tidak?"

Shen Qingqiu terbiasa mengangkat dagunya, sering menatap orang lain. Setiap kali Shang Qinghua berbicara dengannya, dia merasa dia mencibir padanya, meskipun mencibir tidak terlalu penting, dia sudah terbiasa dengan itu …

Shen Qingqiu berkata, dengan ekspresi seperti senyum namun belum. "Lalu itu aneh. Tujuh atau delapan orang semuanya meninggal, jika Anda tidak memiliki pesan untuk disampaikan kepada kami mengapa Anda dari semua orang menjadi satu-satunya yang selamat? "

Shang Qinghua mengerjapkan matanya, air mata kembali mengalir. "Ini … ini …"

Kali ini, Shen Qingqiu tersenyum nyata. "Shang —— Shidi. Apa alasan kamu bisa lolos tanpa cedera dan kembali ke Gunung Cang Qiong? ”

Dia benar-benar tidak bisa memberikan respons yang ceroboh terhadap kata-kata ini.

Orang ini, Shen Qingqiu di dunia ini, bekerja sesuai dengan pengaturan aslinya. Dia tidak sama dengan IQ 40, umpan meriam setipis kertas, dan dia sama sekali tidak mudah untuk menipu. Jika dia merusak samarannya dan membalas dengan keluhan, kariernya yang menyamar akan berakhir bahkan sebelum dimulai.

Dia tersenyum dan bermain bisu selama 30 detik. Tiba-tiba, bola lampu di atas kepalanya menyala, dan segera dia mulai tergagap, "Ini … mungkin karena …"

Karena dia tidak ragu untuk berlutut?

Karena dia berteriak “Rajaku!” Dengan keras dan tulus?

Karena dia dengan berani meninggalkan semua martabatnya?

Shen Qingqiu menunggu dengan sabar dan menderita batuk yang menyayat hati untuk masalahnya.

Shang Qinghua batuk sampai air mata mengalir dari matanya. Shen Qingqiu mundur selangkah, warna jijik di wajahnya.

Semuanya memiliki kelemahan, lihat siapa yang akan saya panggil untuk berurusan dengan Anda!

Benar saja, setelah lima detik, suara Yue Qingyuan terdengar dari belakang mereka.

"Qingqiu-shidi, perilaku Ras Iblis tidak memiliki hukum untuk dibicarakan, dan Shang-shidi baru saja berhasil melarikan diri dari bencana besar. Bahkan jika ada pertanyaan untuk ditanyakan, mengapa tidak menunggu sampai dia pulih sedikit. "

Dan dia muncul! Pemanggilan dewa-tier ‧ lakukan yang lebih baik ‧ Pemimpin Sekte masa depan Qing Yue Qingyuan memasuki medan perang!

Shang Qinghua diam-diam mulai menghitung.

Shen Qingqiu mengangkat tangannya dan berkata, "Baik, baik. Jika kata-kata saya tidak enak didengar, saya tidak akan mengatakan apa-apa lagi. Yue-shixiong, seperti yang kau mau. ”

1 memukul

Yue Qingyuan berkata, "Kali ini, Shidi kami dari Puncak An Ding turun gunung untuk membantu menangani urusan untuk Puncak Qing Jing di tempat pertama, mengapa Shidi harus begitu setengah hati dalam simpati dan pelitnya dalam memberikan … Shang-shidi, mengapa Anda batuk lebih keras dan lebih keras, apakah Anda perlu saya memanggil Mu-shidi Peak Qian Cao untuk melihat Anda? "

2 memukul Shang Qinghua menggelengkan kepalanya pada Yue Qingyuan, meneteskan air mata rasa terima kasih. Dia terus menghitung.

Shen Qingqiu mencibir, "Kedua belas puncak mengawasi tugas mereka sendiri, masing-masing memiliki keahlian mereka sendiri. Puncak Ding seharusnya melakukan ini sejak awal, mengapa Yue-shixiong harus berbicara seperti mereka telah dirugikan dengan cara tertentu seperti An Ding Peak adalah satu-satunya yang melakukan hal-hal di Gunung Cang Qiong? Selain itu, jangan beri tahu saya Shixiong yakin mereka benar-benar bekerja keras tanpa keluhan? Bahwa mereka tidak mengutuk kita di belakang kita setiap hari? "

3 memukul.

Ekspresi Yue Qingyuan benar-benar sabar dari awal sampai akhir. Dia baru saja akan menanggapi ketika Shen Qingqiu memotongnya. "Berhenti. Terima kasih atas instruksi Anda, Yue-shixiong, Qingqiu akan terus mendengarkan di masa depan. Saya sedang pergi."

4 memukul Mendapatkan!

He just knew, if these two struck up a conversation, they would absolutely part on bad terms by the fifth sentence!

After Shen Qingqiu walked away, holding Xiu Ya, Yue Qingyuan finally turned around. “Shang-shidi, you’ve suffered a scare.”

Shang Qinghua said hurriedly, “No no no…”

Compared to the exhaustion and exploitation he’d suffered these few days, a little scare was nothing at all!

The old man lost his horse, but it was a blessing in disguise. After this incident, maybe because the old An Ding Peak Lord wanted to appease Shang Qinghua or whatever, he was promoted to an official inner disciple.

Shang Qinghua sang happily the whole way, returning to the large common dormitory to pack up his things before arriving at An Ding Peak’s highest-level Leisure House to report for duty.

That’s right, you didn’t read that wrong. On An Ding Peak, these disciples who ran around here and there all their lives like roughly-used servant girls lived in a dormitory called the “Leisure House”.

Leisure my ass! Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky-juju swore he didn’t come up with this name in the first place with any satirical overtone, but nowadays he felt the immense malice of this world every time saw these two words.

Shang Qinghua found his own small room. Exhausted in both body and mind, he persevered and laid out his bedding, turning to pour himself a cup of water. When he turned back around, someone else had already laid down in his bed.

In an utter cliche, the new teacup he had received from the steward’s office dropped from his hands to the ground. His legs softened, nearly sitting his butt right down on the ground. “… My King.”

Mobei-Jun turned, face towards him. He was expressionless, but his voice was cold as ice. “Following me the rest of your life, en?”

Shang Qinghua was going to cry in fright.

He even followed him back. He never thought… no, strictly speaking, it wasn’t like he never thought——“Mysterious Phantom: Come and Go Like a Shadow”, he had developed this special ability himself in the first place so Mobei-Jun could help Bing-ge kill people and set fires, move under cover of dark anywhere and anytime!

Shang Qinghua babbled nonstop, “My king, let me explain. That day as soon as I went outside, I just wanted to drink some congee and come back, but who knew, fate was fooling around with me, I ran into a familiar Shixiong. I was afraid he’d ask too many questions and I’d let something slip, and he’d take people to look for you, my king, and cause trouble, that wouldn’t be good. In addition, your injuries weren’t causing you serious trouble anymore, I thought it through from different angles and decided I had to endure disgrace for my mission and follow them back, from then on if I saw an opportunity I would…”

The hand Mobei-Jun was using to prop up his temple seemed to have gotten tired, and he switched to the other.

“They told you to return, and you just followed them back.”

Shang Qinghua said, aggrieved, “So, what else could I have done? Refuse to submit unto death? Show my hand and fight? That wouldn’t do, aside from the fact that I can’t defeat them, the important thing is, I still had to be an undercover agent for you, my King, how could I tear down my face for Cang Qiong Mountain this early?”

In the midst of this wildfire burst of enthusiasm, he struck while the iron was hot. “I report to my King, I’ve already become an inner disciple, isn’t that showing ample drive? Doesn’t that have a lot of upward potential? …”

Kissing up. Kissing up to the extreme.

However, no matter how much he looked like he was kissing up on the surface, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky-juju’s inner heart was placid clouds and soft breezes. He always firmly believed:

1: There’s a prime time for a real man to kneel (the order is right);

2: A real man does not easily cry, if he doesn’t cry now then when would he.

These two major rules of life told him, in times of great need, kissing up a bit isn’t anything remarkable. If you think about it another way, Mobei-Jun was a character he created, and as an author, he was equivalent to his own son. For a father to concede a bit to his own son, to show a bit of love, of course it wasn’t anything remarkable. That so-called children are the debts parents owe from their previous lives…

Ping ping pang pang, after suffering another good beating, Shang Qinghua hugged his knees, crouching in the chair, adeptly using the Ah Q Spirit Technique6 to heal his wounds.

After stretching out his muscles and bones, Mobei-Jun laid back down on the bed, stretching out and turning his back towards Shang Qinghua. His voice was not loud or soft, carrying a hint of a hidden trap: “We’ll continue tomorrow.”

…

You fucking want to continue?!

Shang Qinghua had an urge to scream and shout, call down the entirety of Cang Qiong Mountain to accompany him to his death.

: 风骚 (feng1 sao1) as a phrase usually refers to ‘literary excellence’ or ‘flirtatious behavior’, adjusted to make it fit better as an adjective. 菱花镖 (ling4 hua1 biao1), with characters for ‘water chestnut’, ‘flower’, and ‘throwing weapon/dart’

there’s a pun here. In 种马 (zhong3 ma3), the world for stallion, the first character can mean ‘seed’ or ‘to plant’.

Original text said he was spread out like the character 大 (da4), which means ‘big’

The original used 不分青红皂白 (bu4 fen1 qing1 hong2 zao4 bai2), lit. not distinguishing red-green or black-white. Not distinguishing between right and wrong.

This pun doesn’t really translate. 闲 (xian2), ‘idle’, and 咸 (xian2), ‘salty’, are homonyms.

阿Q 精神大法, I looked this up on Baike but I am still thoroughly confused.

                                            

                                        

                                    
                                
Extra: Airplane’s Fortuitous Encounter – Part Three

Before his words had fallen, he was solidly peeled off the cart and thrown to the ground.

His body, fallen right in front of Mobei-Jun’s boots; his sword, still half-stuck in its sheath; his heart, hadn’t quite decided whether or not to draw his sword.

Mobei-Jun sneered, an ice-cold glint of blue flashing through his eyes. No sooner said than done, Shang Qinghua threw himself over to hug his thighs with a plop.

All his Shixiong: “=口=”

Mobei-Jun: “= =”

Shang Qinghua fell to one knee. “My king, please let me follow you the rest of my life!”

Mobei-Jun wanted to fling him off with a kick, but Shang Qinghua’s adhesive ability was too strong. He wanted to kill him with a blow, but that was even more difficult. Just like a gecko clinging to the wall, he nimbly crawled back and forth, but still managed to stay stuck firmly to his thighs.

He couldn’t help but blaze in anger.

Seeing this incredible feat of stickiness, all the An Ding Peak outer disciples were overjoyed. Throwing down their goods, they flew into escape. Shang Qinghua was just cursing them soundly in his heart when, not three seconds later, all he could hear was a field of screams.

Tens of strands of ice, thin as silk, pierced through their chests. In a mad dance of silver light, droplets of blood flew in all directions.

Seeing this, Shang Qinghua’s grip on Mobei-Jun’s thighs became as strong as steel. He started to chatter incessantly, “My king, please accept me. I’m very useful!”

Mobei-Jun seemed to have tilted his body. "Oh? What use are you?”

“I can serve tea, carry water, wash clothes, fold blankets… no.”

Shang Qinghua considerately analyzed for him: “You see my king, I can serve you as an undercover agent in Cang Qiong Mountain, pass on intelligence, and realize the magnificent feat of unifying the Demon Race with the Human Realm.”

Mobei-Jun laughed. “An outer disciple, and an An Ding Peak outer disciple at that. With you as a spy, what year and month could you realize the magnificent feat of unifying the Demon Race with the Human Realm?”

Shang Qinghua said, embarrassed, “Don’t discriminate by peak, that isn’t very nice.”

Why does even the Demon Race discriminate against them on this basis? And the discrimination against “An Ding Peak” even surpassed that against being an “outer disciple”… I can’t take it, I really can’t take it!

Right when he was weeping bitter tears, tangled and impossible to unravel, desperately fighting for a future, completely without warning, Mobei-Jun——fell to the ground.

Shang Qinghua was still hugging his thighs, and when Mobei-Jun fell he was almost squashed right under him. He hurriedly let go.

He crouched for a while in a daze, suddenly coming to his senses——did Mobei-Jun come here injured?

No wonder his expression was so ugly and his temper was so high, this easy to push over!

Did he accidentally poke one of his wounds with a slip of his hand? Sometimes a slip of the hand is an advantage!

Shang Qinghua cautiously moved over, examining him carefully.

Just as expected, there was a thin wound the length of a finger on Mobei-Jun’s lower waist, roughly over his right kidney. A sharp corner of something gold poked out from inside the wound. He could vaguely see that it was forged from gold threads, an intricate piece of handiwork in the shape of the edge of a flower petal.

So coquettish and cultured,1 it was Huan Hua Palace’s Ling Hua dart, that’s right!

This type of weapon was one of the nonsense details Airplane-juju had cooked up on the fly as a writer. The body of the dart was light and thin and coated with a bit of anaesthetic. It was very difficult for its targets to discover the object breaching their body. If they moved too much, the dart would magnificently “blossom,” growing six sharp flower petals to cut the internal organs of its target.

Doesn’t this sound a bit familiar? Doesn’t it seem like it was created as a set with some type of Demon Realm organism? It doesn’t matter, easy enough to do, this thing which could be called a Ling Hua dart was created by some Huan Hua Palace elder who had escaped from the Demon Realm by the skin of their teeth, based on that strange organism called “Qing Si”. In short, no need to worry about this sort of fine detail!

Background narration complete, let’s rip ourselves back to the main topic.

That is to say, this pure-blooded second-generation demon who very well might beat him to death with a single strike in the future, not only had his kidney poked through by Huan Hua Palace but was also seriously anesthetized.

It seems like Mobei-Jun had just killed his way out of Huan Hua Palace’s encirclement charm. The Demon Race held their grudges for a long time, and the Mobei clan had an old grievance with Huan Hua Palace. Huan Hua Palace being the sect with the most deaths and injuries at the siege on the Immortal Alliance Conference was precisely Mobei-Jun’s retaliation against them. It connected seamlessly with Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky’s outline.

Shang Qinghua muttered back and forth in his heart, a mischievous giggle on his face. He looked around on the ground for a while before finding a stone about half the size of a head and hefted it, quite heavy.

One, two, three, he got in position to smash it on Mobei-Jun’s closed-eyed head.

The System didn’t offer any warning hints or prohibiting alerts.

Shang Qinghua relaxed. There’s no warning, that’s to say: Okay to kill!

“My king ah, my king, this is the will of Heaven, don’t blame me.” With a completely insincere prayer, his hand rose and the stone fell!

——and braked to a halt, right in front of Mobei-Jun’s arguably perfect nose.

In fact, this character of Mobei-Jun held an unusual significance to him.

It could be said, that Mobei-Jun was the type of man Airplane-juju dreamed of becoming. Strong, cool, following his own way, like every little kid’s childhood dream of becoming Ultraman.

How could he apathetically watch on as he killed Ultraman with his own hands!

Shang Qinghua whimpered for a while.

After he finished, he had a completely shameless thought: It’s fine if he just doesn’t watch, right?

So, he turned his head, raising the stone up high.

——No he still can’t do it.

Shang Qinghua threw aside the cumbersome murder weapon with a plop. His eyes shining with emotion, his whole body nearly fell on top of Mobei-Jun.

He can’t, he can’t, the more he looks the more he feels this face is too demonically handsome.

In truth, in his innermost heart, Bing-ge’s type of fair and clear pretty-boy appearance didn’t really suit his tastes. Airplane Flying Towards the Sky-juju only gave the protagonist this sort of configuration to complete his stallion hardware facilities, stallions also had to be planted with some science behind them.2 And the scientific research was clear, women preferred the cultured and pretty, even a bit soft and feminine male appearance.

Protagonists couldn’t avoid getting blasted, it could be said that Bing-ge had three parts fans to five parts haters. But Mobei-Jun was not the same. Supporting characters always attracted a lot of love, and Mobei-Jun had practically never gotten hated on.

This character was created completely according to his own tastes. Because he was a character secretly favored by the author, Mobei-Jun embodied Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky’s scholarly aesthetic of the ideal fellow man. Don’t ask why Luo Binghe didn’t embody his ideal man, Luo Binghe’s use was primarily to fulfill his desire to play cool and slap faces, as well as his desire for wanton (this section ought to be crossed out).

Even the young Mobei-Jun of the present, not yet fully-grown, was completely in line with “Eyes deep as night, nose straight and high, full of heroic spirit, icily arrogant beyond compare”, those sixteen words describing his true aesthetic.

This was the beautiful man he dreamed of in his heart!

The stone murder weapon lifted and lowered, lowered and lifted. Shang Qinghua (after transmigration) was faced with a difficult life-and-death choice for the first time in his life.

Finally, Shang Qinghua decided: Time to rent a room!

He arrived at the inn to rent a room… no, a resting house.

This place was a field of dead bodies. Shang Qinghua hesitated a bit, then poured that pile of Qing Jing Peak’s heavy and useless nuisances clean off the cart like a pile of garbage. He lifted Mobei-Jun up, face-down, covering that face that would make him lose control every time he looked at it.

He couldn’t return to Cang Qiong Mountain for the time being. On that side, no one would realize anything was amiss so quickly because this trip was anticipated to last seven days, of which only two had passed.

To stand steadfast by this demonic young heir and protect him when he was weakened by a sneak attack, how wonderful an opportunity to garner some goodwill. Comforting himself with this reasoning, Shang Qinghua huffed and puffed, pushing that large flatbed cart towards the city.

To rent the room, Shang Qinghua spent the secret stash of money he had been saving these last few years.

At this time, he was only an ordinary, mediocre outer disciple, he didn’t have any authority to manage accounts or draw from the sect coffers. Renting a room was already stretching the limits of his economic ability. So, as a matter of course, it was a single room. So, as a matter of course, there was only one bed. Who this bed belonged to, was also a matter of course.

Of course, it was for himself!

Spread out like a starfish, Shang Qinghua sprawled on the bed like a corpse. 3 After he had finished stretching out his muscles and bones, he crawled up and carried Mobei-Jun onto the bed.

This was necessary. Mobei-Jun was already in a bad mood and high temper after being injured. If he awoke to find himself lying on the ground or scrunched into a chair, could Shang Qinghua still keep his life? Of course, he wouldn’t consider his benefactor in the situation before awarding him with an icicle through the chest 4 .

When they were passing by a medicine stand just then, Shang Qinghua had bought a bit of such-and-such ointment. With the Demonic Race’s unusually strong vitality, he could just toss him there and ignore him and no matter how large a hole would gradually close. However, since he had decided to hug some thighs, he knew he had to discard all reservations to display his sincerity. As a self-proclaimed proper subordinate, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky-juju looked down on hypocrites who claimed to be hugging thighs but were just putting on an act! He boldly dug out a large lump, shoving it into the hole in Mobei-Jun’s kidney until it was more or less closed, then flipped him over, arranging his hands palms-together in a Sleeping Beauty pose. After admiring this perfect face he had modeled after his mind’s ideal, he pillowed his head on his arms and fell asleep on the outer side of the bed.

The summer night was stifling hot. Even with the window open, not a wisp of cooling breeze flowed in.

After tossing and turning for half the night, he finally managed to doze off when someone suddenly shoved him to the ground with a kick to the butt.

Shang Qinghua was almost frightened to death by this kick.

He tumbled and darted under the table, hesitantly turning his head in a panic. Mobei-Jun sat straight up on the bed, eyes shining blue like an overcharged battery about to explode.

Shang Qinghua had long thought up his lines. Full of expressive tone, he beat his chest and stomped his feet, saying, “My king, you’re finally awake——”

Mobei-Jun didn’t move an inch, coldly gazing at him.

Shang Qinghua: “Do you still remember who I am?”

The other didn’t respond. Shang Qinghua didn’t feel a bit of embarrassment, still delightedly considering the possibility of amnesia. He barreled on: “Now that, we met on the small road just then. I said I would follow you for the rest of my life, my king, as your…”

Mobei-Jun cut him off. “What were you holding me for just now.”

“… close like a little padded jacket…” Shang Qinghua started. "Apa katamu? I did what to you just now?”

“You were holding me.”

A sudden realization, thunder from a clear sky.

This damn heat was like baking in a furnace, and it turns out Mobei-Jun’s body temperature was cold. In the bleariness of sleep, he had subconsciously moved towards the cooler side, and the closer he got the cooler and more comfortable. No wonder he had dreamed of a giant popsicle, happily wrapping his four limbs right around like an octopus, licking and crying happy tears.

Shang Qinghua carefully peeked at Mobei-Jun’s face and neck. Seeing no peculiar shine of water, he couldn’t resist letting out an ‘Ah mi tuo fo’. He cautiously said, “Your body was ice-cold, I was afraid you weren’t going to make it, so I was holding you.”

Hearing this, Mobei-Jun scoffed. “Moron. I’m naturally like this, the colder my body the better. I’m not a human, where cold means nearing death.”

Shang Qinghua was carefully watching his words and expression the whole time. Seeing his expression soften, a smile immediately spread across his face. Just when he was about to slither out from under the table like a snake crawling up the stick used to strike it, Mobei-Jun suddenly recovered his icy-cold demeanor. “You just try making another move.”

Shang Qinghua immediately lost the courage to move, pathetically holding a wooden leg, rolled into a ball like a hamster under the table.

Mobei-Jun said, “What is your goal?”

Shang Qinghua said shamelessly, “I don’t really have a goal, I just want to follow you for the rest of my life.”

Mobei-Jun acted as if he didn’t hear. “You’re an An Ding Peak outer disciple.”

Nowadays, Shang Qinghua always felt that whenever anyone stressed those three words “An Ding Peak”, it carried an overtone of prejudice. For fear that Mobei-Jun would deem himself useless and do away with him right away, he poked out his head. “My king, listen to me, I’m still young, I still have opportunities to rise in status…”

"Kembali!"

Shang Qinghua hurriedly retreated back to safety.

Satisfied with this distance, Mobei-Jun said, “You assisting me, is it for those ‘opportunities to rise in status’?”

Sure enough, he was proud and arrogant. He didn’t use “save”, this rather weak verb, but changed it to “assist”, this wording carrying an overtone of subordination. Shang Qinghua laughed mischievously, playing dumb.

“No”? The credibility of this response was less than 3%. “Yes”? Mobei-Jun rather looked down upon this type of spineless subordinate. This was the reason the original didn’t think twice about killing the original goods Shang Qinghua, because he had never planned on letting him live in the first place. How could he shamelessly admit that he did it just to chase up his goodwill stat?

Fortunately, Mobei-Jun had long come to a conclusion, a label of “greedy for life, afraid of death, slippery boot-licker, sect sellout” had been slapped onto Shang Qinghua’s head. He didn’t need him to respond, only letting out a cold snort and lying down again.

Shang Qinghua waited for a long time, not moving another step.

Had he gotten a concession from him for the time being? Or… did he faint again??

In the end, Shang Qinghua still didn’t dare to rashly approach and nestled under the table, making do for the night.

After tossing and turning for half the night, upon waking for the morning, Shang Qinghua officially began a busy day of being the cow and acting as the horse.

In that morning alone, Shang Qinghua worked hard without complaint to run up and down more than twenty times, changing the water in the bathtub seven or eight times.

This water was to help Mobei-Jun heal his wounds. Soaking in water would be better for this ice-powered uncle after all. But before he soaked for a whole hour, a perfectly-good tub of warm water would turn into icy slush. Shang Qinghua huddled in the corner, chewing on some rations he had with him while watching Mobei-Jun undress, feeling both extreme envy and extreme admiration for that figure and those abs he yearned for in his dreams.

As he watched, he suddenly realized Mobei-Jun had stopped, staring at him, a not quite happy look on his face.

Shang Qinghua chewed a couple of times, hurriedly eating a few extra bites, just in case Mobei-Jun suddenly demanded he hand over his rations.

Mobei-Jun asked, “You’re very idle?”

Shang Qinghua said hurriedly, “Not salty, this one is sweet5.”

He didn’t have the chance to eat a few more bites before a few strips of black shadows hit him full in the face.

So, Shang Qinghua wasn’t idle any more, he had to go wash his newly-claimed master’s clothes.

That’s right, this young demonic heir had come out in this set, and now it was full of holes and blood and sweat, how could he wear it any longer? Of course, he had to sew and mend and wash and dry.

This low-fantasy xianxia world was precisely this unromantic, dismal, a reality of ten thousand evils!

Shang Qinghua swore, if he ever had the opportunity to change back to Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky-juju, his next book would be of the high-fantasy xuanhuan genre, the type where brains could be swallowed and science fed to the dogs. Weaving clouds into garments, trimming the moon into a belt, all manual labor could be resolved with the twitch of a finger, you’ll never again need the type of dismal existence like An Ding Peak!

Considerately patching up the hole in Mobei-Jun’s clothes near his kidney, wringing them dry and hanging them in the room, Shang Qinghua felt he had made a very good show of himself that day.

Since it was night, he thickened his face and crawled towards the bed, still carrying this mysterious self-confidence. Before he had gotten close to the bedside, history repeated itself, and he was kicked off again.

He sat on the ground, tears in both eyes, his voice trembling. “… My king, you won’t let me on the bed, what if in the night you’re cold, thirsty, hungry, want to turn over… what then?”

Mobei-Jun lifted an eyebrow and said, “Easily done.”

So, he ordered Shang Qinghua to find a strand of rope. One end tied on his finger, the other tied on Shang Qinghua’s…

Finger?

How he be so fortunate, it was just his neck, nothing more.

Shang Qinghua laid on the ground like a corpse, thinking to himself this human is living a life worse than a fucking dog… the only comforting thought he could find was that at least Mobei-Jun wasn’t some sort of pervert, the other end tied on his (BEEP–), that would really be inhuman treatment.

He passed four days like this, suffering every kind of torment, and Shang Qinghua really felt the days drag by like years. Even his nights were an unceasing nightmare.

Today, in the middle of the night, Shang Qinghua was sound asleep, dreaming again.

This time he dreamed he was in the real world, crying and weeping towards a computer screen. Beside him was a fiendish large man, holding a thorny cucumber like a rather hairy lower leg, fiercely thrashing his face, thrashing and roaring, “Everything you write is some cracked trash!”

Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky dodged the cucumber like his life depended on it, striving to explain himself. “I already haven’t updated in very long. Cucumber bro, don’t be like this!”

Peerless Cucumber: “Then why don’t you quickly update!” Saying this, a loop of rope wrapped around his neck.

Suffering every sort of hardship, Shang Qinghua fought to awaken, only to find the rope still tightening around his neck. Following it with his gaze, Mobei-Jun was lying on the bed, mechanically pulling on the rope tied to his hand.

Shang Qinghua said dispiritedly, “My King, what do you want?”

Only after asking a couple of times did he discover that Mobei-Jun wasn’t giving him a hard time on purpose. He was completely unconscious, just tossing and turning in extreme discomfort, blearily messing with the thing in his hand to vent his anger. As the unfortunate one with the rope around his neck, Shang Qinghua’s eyeballs were almost squeezed out under the force of his pulls.

Mobei-Jun pursed his brow, still restlessly rolling back and forth. Shang Qinghua quietly tiptoed to his bedside. Seeing the shallow beads of sweat seeping from his smooth forehead and the wisps of hot air rising from his clothes, he understood.

Mobei-Jun’s kidney looked like it was only a small wound, not anything alarming, but the true situation was a bit serious. It’s just that he stubbornly tried to ride it through, refusing to say a word. In addition, it goes without saying that the ice demons hated hot weather the most. It was the height of summer, and maybe the wound was undergoing something similar to inflammation, even beginning to fester.

His kidney was healing this slowly, did he need some sort of renal aid to strengthen it a bit!

The Mobei clan just needed cold temperatures, if they didn’t have cold temperatures they would have to make their own. Shang Qinghua muttered a “sleeping posture really so fucking bad”, then accepted his fate and went out. Not hindered by the fact that knocking on doors in the middle of the night would be quite rude, he asked for two leaf fans, a basin of water, and two clean towels. He returned and wiped Mobei-Jun down, then placed a wet towel on his forehead. Taking up the leaf fans one in his left hand and one in his right, he fanned as though his life depended on it.

He fanned and yawned incessantly, fanning until his eyes were bleary. Half in a dream and half awake, he seemed to see that Mobei-Jun’s eyes were open. Icy-blue pupils were bright and cold under the moonlight, like a pair of magnificent and eerie chrysoberyls.

This scene really was too frightening. Shang Qinghua shivered, opening his eyes wide to take a better look, but Mobei-Jun’s eyes were clearly shut tight.

Once he awakened, he realized there was a major problem.

Last night, Shang Qinghua had been dizzy from the heat. Waving and waving those leaf fans, he had managed to topple over on the bed and fall asleep. Too close, too close, thankfully Mobei-Jun was still asleep, if he woke up he might just kick his brains flying!

Shang Qinghua hurriedly jumped off the bed, laying down in that piece of territory he had claimed for himself beneath the headboard.

After a while, the bed frame began to creak lightly and Mobei-Jun finally sat up. Shang Qinghua hissed to himself, that was too close. If he had woken up a bit later, he’d be a blood splatter on the spot.

The next day, having gained King Mobei’s gracious permission, he could finally see the light again, going out to talk a walk on the street.

In fact, he had hugged Mobei-Jun’s thighs and wailed, “My king, I’m out of rations, my cultivation level isn’t high enough that I can eat when I want and abstain when I don’t, if you don’t let me go out to buy rations, I’ll starve to death and I’m afraid my corpse would stink up the room for you…”

He bought a bowl of thin congee to drink from the shop at the street corner. The congee was clear as water. Lowering his head and seeing a glimpse of his reflection, he had a wan and sallow appearance like he had been trampled, a chrysanthemum battered by the rain.

Just when he was wallowing in his wretched misery, he heard someone call “Shidi” from behind. Turning to look, he saw four or five young men, exuding a cool immortal aura, sleeves and hems fluttering in the breeze, shouldering long swords, solemnly walking towards him.

Comrades, his comrades from Cang Qiong Mountain Sect!

That’s right, seven days had already passed, they had organized a group of people to come find him!

Shang Qinghua was moved to tears. Reaching out a trembling hand, he said, “Shixiong, Wei-shixiong!”

A smile filled the face of the leading youth. Two swords hung at his waist, one long one short, his sleeves billowing as if filled with a cool breeze. It was Wan Jian Peak’s Wei Qingwei-shixiong. Seeing Shang Qinghua rush out to greet him, he raised a hand to meet him, moved. “X-shidi, you… what happened to you? How did you completely change into this state in the last few days since we met, you don’t even look human!”

“…” Shang Qinghua choked back down a face full of hot tears, embarrassed. “That’s probably because I’m not X-shixiong.”

Right now he had only gotten a bit skinnier because he didn’t have anything good to eat, what’s with that ‘don’t even look human’? In addition, Wei-shixiong and you all, I’ve polished every sword in your Wan Jian Peak sword testing station at least three times, and every time you want me to sweep your rooms while I’m at it, and make your food while I’m at it, and also feed your pangolins, but you’ve forgotten my face this quickly!

Wei Qingwei said, “Can’t you see I’m making a joke? What, is it not funny? Oh right, Shang-shidi, why are you all alone? Dimana yang lainnya? Why did you delay your return, did something happen?”

“Uh Wei-shixiong, you really like to make these corny jokes. The others… the others…”

This sudden encounter was too unexpected, and Shang Qinghua couldn’t make up a seamless story on short notice. He could only sway a couple of times, his face deathly pale, then fall to the ground with a plop.

Right now, he looked like his body couldn’t hold up much longer, and absolutely no one would suspect if he faked a faint.

While he was playing dead, he sensed Wei Qingwei crouch down, poking his face a couple of times. The others said, “Shixiong, he fainted, what should we do?”

Wei Qingwei said, still poking, “What can we do, let’s drag him back first and figure it out then.”

Qiong Ding Peak.

Rows and rows of dead bodies were arranged outside the main hall. Other than Shang Qinghua, each of the An Ding Peak outer disciples who were sent to retrieve goods that day were lying there, not missing a single one.

Shang Qinghua kneeled in front of the bodies, tears pattering to the ground.

There was nothing to be done, it was difficult to get by in this cultivation world. Someone with no good innate ability like him really couldn’t do without well-developed tear glands. Or else he couldn’t put on an act of “heartbroken sorrow, can’t even speak clearly” in front of the Peak Lords just now.

After the Peak Lords had finished asking questions, they had gone inside the hall to discuss, the atmosphere serious and solemn. He suddenly heard the tinkling of sword tassel pendants bouncing against each other, a youth wearing Qing Jing Peak uniform slowly approaching.

This youth had snowy-fair skin, slender brows and eyes, pale lips, a somewhat harsh appearance. Black hair was neatly tied behind his head with a light green ribbon, holding a long sword in his arms. It was precisely that tyrant, that inauspicious star, a certain exotic flower from Qing Jing Peak,《Proud Immortal Demon Way》’s scum villain par excellence of the generation——Shen Qingqiu.

After Shen Qingqiu finished examining the bodies, he asked indifferently, “Did that demon ask you to bring back some message, or some object?”

Shang Qinghua started. This superior had actually taken the initiative to speak with him, he felt overwhelmed by the favor. “No?”

Shen Qingqiu habitually raised his chin, often looking down his nose at others. Every time Shang Qinghua spoke with him, he felt he was sneering at him, though sneering didn’t really matter, he was already used to it…

Shen Qingqiu said, with an expression like a smile yet not. “Then that’s strange. Seven or eight people all died, if you don’t have some message to take to us why would you of all people be the only survivor?”

Shang Qinghua blinked his eyes, tears once again streaming down. “This… this…”

This time, Shen Qingqiu smiled for real. “Shang——Shidi. What was the reason you could escape unscathed and return to Cang Qiong Mountain?”

He absolutely could not give a careless response to these words.

This guy, the Shen Qingqiu of this world, worked according to his original setup. He wasn’t the same as those IQ 40, paper-thin cannon fodders, and he absolutely was not easy to deceive. If he blew his cover and struck back with a complaint, his undercover career would be over before it even began.

He smiled and played dumb for 30 seconds. Suddenly, the lightbulb on top of his head lit up, and right away he began to stammer, “This… it might be because…”

Because he didn’t hesitate a second to kneel?

Because he yelled “My King!” loud and sincere?

Because he brazenly abandoned all his dignity?

Shen Qingqiu waited patiently and got a fit of gut-wrenching coughs for his trouble.

Shang Qinghua coughed until tears poured from his eyes. Shen Qingqiu backed up a step, a shade of disgust on his face.

Everything has its weakness, see who I’ll summon to come deal with you!

Sure enough, after five seconds, Yue Qingyuan’s voice sounded out from behind them.

“Qingqiu-shidi, the behavior of the Demon Race has no law to speak of in the first place, and Shang-shidi only just managed to escape great catastrophe. Even if there are questions to ask, why not wait until he recovers a bit.”

And he appears! The god-tier summon ‧ do-gooder ‧ future Sect Leader ‧ Yue Qingyuan enters the battlefield!

Shang Qinghua silently began to count.

Shen Qingqiu raised his hand and said, “Fine, fine. If my words are unpleasant to hear, I won’t say any more. Yue-shixiong, as you will.”

1hit.

Yue Qingyuan said, “This time, our Shidi from An Ding Peak descended the mountain to help handle affairs for Qing Jing Peak in the first place, why must Shidi be so half-hearted in his sympathy and stingy in giving… Shang-shidi, why are you coughing harder and harder, do you need me to go call Qian Cao Peak’s Mu-shidi to take a look at you?”

2hit. Shang Qinghua shook his head at Yue Qingyuan, shedding tears of gratitude. He continued to count.

Shen Qingqiu sneered, “The twelve peaks each oversee their own duties, each has their own expertise. An Ding Peak is supposed to do this in the first place, why must Yue-shixiong talk like they’ve been wronged in some way like An Ding Peak is the only one with things to do in Cang Qiong Mountain? Besides, don’t tell me Shixiong believes they really do work hard without complaint? That they don’t curse us out behind our backs every day?”

3hit.

Yue Qingyuan’s expression was unerringly patient from beginning to end. He was just about to respond when Shen Qingqiu cut him off. “Stop. Thank you for your instruction, Yue-shixiong, Qingqiu will continue to listen in the future. I’m going.”

4hit. Get!

He just knew, if these two struck up a conversation, they would absolutely part on bad terms by the fifth sentence!

After Shen Qingqiu walked away, holding Xiu Ya, Yue Qingyuan finally turned around. “Shang-shidi, you’ve suffered a scare.”

Shang Qinghua said hurriedly, “No no no…”

Compared to the exhaustion and exploitation he’d suffered these few days, a little scare was nothing at all!

The old man lost his horse, but it was a blessing in disguise. After this incident, maybe because the old An Ding Peak Lord wanted to appease Shang Qinghua or whatever, he was promoted to an official inner disciple.

Shang Qinghua sang happily the whole way, returning to the large common dormitory to pack up his things before arriving at An Ding Peak’s highest-level Leisure House to report for duty.

That’s right, you didn’t read that wrong. On An Ding Peak, these disciples who ran around here and there all their lives like roughly-used servant girls lived in a dormitory called the “Leisure House”.

Leisure my ass! Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky-juju swore he didn’t come up with this name in the first place with any satirical overtone, but nowadays he felt the immense malice of this world every time saw these two words.

Shang Qinghua found his own small room. Exhausted in both body and mind, he persevered and laid out his bedding, turning to pour himself a cup of water. When he turned back around, someone else had already laid down in his bed.

In an utter cliche, the new teacup he had received from the steward’s office dropped from his hands to the ground. His legs softened, nearly sitting his butt right down on the ground. “… My King.”

Mobei-Jun turned, face towards him. He was expressionless, but his voice was cold as ice. “Following me the rest of your life, en?”

Shang Qinghua was going to cry in fright.

He even followed him back. He never thought… no, strictly speaking, it wasn’t like he never thought——“Mysterious Phantom: Come and Go Like a Shadow”, he had developed this special ability himself in the first place so Mobei-Jun could help Bing-ge kill people and set fires, move under cover of dark anywhere and anytime!

Shang Qinghua babbled nonstop, “My king, let me explain. That day as soon as I went outside, I just wanted to drink some congee and come back, but who knew, fate was fooling around with me, I ran into a familiar Shixiong. I was afraid he’d ask too many questions and I’d let something slip, and he’d take people to look for you, my king, and cause trouble, that wouldn’t be good. In addition, your injuries weren’t causing you serious trouble anymore, I thought it through from different angles and decided I had to endure disgrace for my mission and follow them back, from then on if I saw an opportunity I would…”

The hand Mobei-Jun was using to prop up his temple seemed to have gotten tired, and he switched to the other.

“They told you to return, and you just followed them back.”

Shang Qinghua said, aggrieved, “So, what else could I have done? Refuse to submit unto death? Show my hand and fight? That wouldn’t do, aside from the fact that I can’t defeat them, the important thing is, I still had to be an undercover agent for you, my King, how could I tear down my face for Cang Qiong Mountain this early?”

In the midst of this wildfire burst of enthusiasm, he struck while the iron was hot. “I report to my King, I’ve already become an inner disciple, isn’t that showing ample drive? Doesn’t that have a lot of upward potential? …”

Kissing up. Kissing up to the extreme.

However, no matter how much he looked like he was kissing up on the surface, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky-juju’s inner heart was placid clouds and soft breezes. He always firmly believed:

1: There’s a prime time for a real man to kneel (the order is right);

2: A real man does not easily cry, if he doesn’t cry now then when would he.

These two major rules of life told him, in times of great need, kissing up a bit isn’t anything remarkable. If you think about it another way, Mobei-Jun was a character he created, and as an author, he was equivalent to his own son. For a father to concede a bit to his own son, to show a bit of love, of course it wasn’t anything remarkable. That so-called children are the debts parents owe from their previous lives…

Ping ping pang pang, after suffering another good beating, Shang Qinghua hugged his knees, crouching in the chair, adeptly using the Ah Q Spirit Technique6 to heal his wounds.

After stretching out his muscles and bones, Mobei-Jun laid back down on the bed, stretching out and turning his back towards Shang Qinghua. His voice was not loud or soft, carrying a hint of a hidden trap: “We’ll continue tomorrow.”

…

You fucking want to continue?!

Shang Qinghua had an urge to scream and shout, call down the entirety of Cang Qiong Mountain to accompany him to his death.