After raising four Long Aotian, I slag them

When Qin Ji opened his eyes, he was already in an unfamiliar environment.

The night outside the window was so dark that the wind could not disperse the fog or melt the snow, but only brought up the shadows of the trees.It was deep winter, and there was a freezing cold everywhere.

He didn't have time to think deeply, his eyeballs flicked, and he was facing a face that was so beautiful that it made one's heart tremble.

Her temple hair, which was drenched in sweat, hung wetly by her ears like two black water snakes.

The young man who was pressing on his body was fat and his lips were vermilion. Looking at him now, he gasped indescribably.

It sounds dangerous.

The [-]-year-old dead house, Xingheng Xianjun, Mushroom King, Qin Yizhi, is in a delicate mood and a little flustered.

The surrounding environment and the people in front of him are so delicate that he can't feel the aura of the outside world, can't use it for himself, can't push the other party away, and can't get up.

Before the big beauty who threw him down did something else, his brain was running fast, searching for possible reasons for this development.

Dreaming, drinking too much, having a convulsion... In the end, a voice suddenly appeared in his head, finalizing the answer for him.

"Di——The world "Secret Play Map" has been detected and has been activated."

"The system code here is 810, which is officially bound to you. The binding is in progress—20%...50%...99%...the binding is successful."

The moment she heard the title of the book, Qin Ji's eyes went dark as if violently/deadly.

If it wasn't for the fact that someone grabbed his wrist and pressed it firmly over the top of his head, he would immediately have the urge to cover his chest and spit blood.

Yes, he's wearing books again.

Wearing a book for the second time is like a book in a book.

"The Picture of the Secret Play of Wind, Flower, Snow and Moon", listen to it, there are many names that are incompatible with him, and they were searched from the juniors in the previous world.

After 800 years of hard work, the villain was finally sent to the ascension. As soon as Qin Ji was free, she called it "teaching and patrolling", and robbed a lot of "trophies" from the juniors, planning to take them back and read slowly.

Who would have imagined that Immortal Xingheng, who is capable of cultivating the world and the world, and who can make a bloody storm with a flick of his sleeves, has a hobby of eating, sleeping and growing mushrooms.

Staying at home for half a month, I read all the scripts—except this one.

The cover is colorful and colorful, and it is not serious at first glance, it is too serious, it is simply absurd, obscene and immoral!

He grabbed a handful of melon seeds, opened them and looked at them.

Originally thinking that he would see a full article that was unsightly, Qin Ji wrapped himself up like a mushroom and squatted down, turning to the first page expectantly, but just after reading two lines, he found out, ouch, selling sheep’s head and hanging dog meat, this is actually the book A storybook dressed in eroticism.

It was not as expected, Qin Ji not only did not disappoint, but even made her more interested.

Often this kind of situation is similar to the dust-covered peerless copies in film and television dramas. On the surface, it looks vulgar and eye-catching, but in fact it contains rich philosophical ideas. Maybe you have picked up a treasure?

In this way, Qin Ji's interest and expectation are even higher, he is gearing up and can't wait to continue reading.

……

Three hours later, Qin Ji closed the "Secret Play Picture".

He stayed still for a while, but didn't come back. He turned around and lifted the cabinet, put it down again, lifted it again, put it down again, and repeated it dozens of times, but he still couldn't calm down.

- Damn it.

Four units, each unit has a protagonist, in the same world, but with different identities.Abused in the early stage, and abused in the later stage.

What is the legend of the cultivation world, the flower of Gaoling, the descendant of the demon clan, the Qianqiu Demon Lord, to put it nicely, isn't it because he was abused so that there was not even a drop of blood left.

Obviously the setting is not weak, how did it get so mixed up that people hate dogs?

Pick up treasure, pick up treasure, pick up a pile of shit.

With a sullen face, Qin Ji was about to send this thing to the west. It was impossible for this cancerous thing to appear in his sight again, and keeping it would be harmful to others and himself.

But then he paused suddenly, thinking: Maybe there is someone who likes this, maybe those juniors are just jittery, so perverted, like to watch the protagonist torture the protagonist to death?

The world is full of surprises, Qin Ji adheres to the principle that people have their own preferences and cannot be discriminated against, and is about to put it away and hand it back to the juniors tomorrow morning, when she glanced casually, she caught a glimpse of a row of small characters in the lower right corner of the cover.

——The whole process is full of cruelty-free upgrades and slaps in the face.

……

"Secret Opera Picture" died.

No crumbs left.

Qin Ji pulled the quilt over her head, but the image of that book in her mind couldn't be lingered no matter what, it was a damn hell.So he turned on the lamp at night, opened the scripture book and repeatedly brainwashed, gritted his teeth, struggled for a long time, and finally fell asleep.

When you wake up and open your eyes again, it is now.

He was also crushed by the "wind", one of the four major tragedies.

There is one thing to say, although the plot of the original book is a piece of shit, but the appearance of the protagonist is exquisite.

Just like at this time, Duan Shaofeng opened a pair of phoenix eyes, the eyes were narrow and long, and the tail was raised, which was quite aggressive and attacking.

It was supposed to be a very handsome face, but at this moment, for some reason, the corners of his eyes turned a strange red, and he fainted all the way, with a hint of seductiveness.

Fortunately, Qin Ji has experience in translating books and dealing with the system, so she can barely keep calm about the current situation.

He went straight to the point: "What is your mission, Father Qin?"

The system said: "...cough, host, let me sort out your thoughts for you. First of all, this "Fantasy Snow Moon Secret Play Picture" is actually a product of another time and space. By accident, it fell into the time and space where the host is. The disciples of the pavilion picked it up, and then you, the host, took it away."

The previous system was quite serious, but when Qin Ji was more than 400 years old, he was boiled to death. He thought it was a mechanical thing anyway.

"It was very popular in the original time and space--black and red are equally divided. Black readers feel the same as the host. The plot is too bitter and bloody, and they feel depressed and aggrieved after watching it. Red is indeed typical here. Against the flow of literature, the worse the protagonist is in the early stage, the more refreshing the later stage will be."

Qin Ji almost choked to death on her own saliva: "I didn't see the face-slapping part!"

"That's because you, the host, read the first part." The system explained, "There is also "The Secret Drama of Wind, Flower, Snow and Moon"."

Qin Ji: "..."

System: "It's a pity that the traces of the next chapter have always been a mystery. It is said that the author found that he couldn't make it in the middle of writing and gave it to Goo. The readers accumulated their grievances on this book, saying that they couldn't see the face-slapping part. Grilled on the heart-tied grill."

Qin Ji: "I agree, I suggest adding some cumin."

That thing just read the first article, and there is a leg hair difference from the shit that was smeared with dog blood?

Reject God's unfolding, reject Gu Gu Gu Gu!

It is light when baked.

"So the author's heart, who has a very strong desire to survive, decided to temporarily add a white moonlight character to the protagonist, so that the protagonist will not be so miserable in the early stage, and the later plot can be fulfilled. The host only needs to follow the instructions of the author's heart and become the protagonist. The white moonlight in my heart is good."

After the words fell, Qin Ji was silent. The system was afraid that he would not understand, and added: "It is to slap the protagonists in the face, to help them when they are most miserable, and finally to watch them ascend to the top of the cloud, and the task will be considered complete."

"In short, the core is just one sentence: to make this brainless abuse text into a book with counterattacks, face slaps, Su Shuang, logic, and at the same time, a shocking masterpiece with dog blood (soul) on its shoulders—! "

...You are still amazing, you are so shocking.

As soon as Qin Ji wondered whether it and the so-called author's heart both had the second disease, she saw that the person on her body had a new movement.

The dim yellow candle flickered on and off, illuminating half of Duan Shaofeng's almost magnificent face in the dark.

He seemed to be extremely confused, his black hair was scattered, his eyes were blood red, and his jade-like skin might evaporate at any time, filled with heat.

Just when Qin Ji thought that he was about to explode, she flashed a hand and touched his face without warning.

Because of the heat, Qin Ji tilted his head subconsciously, but Duan Shaofeng seemed displeased with his dodging, Yanli's face was full of evil spirits, he pinched his chin and turned back forcefully.

Caught off guard four eyes met.

Qin Ji roared: "008!!! What's wrong with this buddy?!"

"It's 810," the system corrected. "According to the current development of the plot, it's likely that he went mad during cultivation."

Qin Ji was about to ask why the madman still has the ability to climb the bed, but was jolted by the boy's exhalation, remembering his extremely cold physique.

He is now like a venting point, forced to bear the other party's heart-burning backlash and lose his sanity, unconsciously approaching cold places/things/people.

After all, the closer you are, the less hot you are.

"What is my status now, and what should I call him?"

"Since the host is wearing clothes, there is no need to deliberately change the name. As for the identity, it is tentatively designated as a disciple of the Outer Peak of the Xuantian Sect. There are many disciples in the Outer Peak, and no one remembers to come here. One or two will not be discovered."

After finishing speaking, the system thinks it is necessary to remind: "Oh, by the way, the protagonist of "Feng" is still young at the moment, he is still 16 and a half years old. .” You can only do it when you are an adult.

"Heh, do you think I look like a beast?"

"Like." The system answered without thinking.

Qin Ji: "..."

I bother!

Qin Ji looked up to the sky with big white eyes, the eyeballs were all white, and looked like a ghost corpse, and the person who was pressing on him was shocked and regained consciousness.

"...Who are you, your hair...why is it white?"

The voice was hoarse like a dry spring.

My last name is your uncle, your uncle.

Qin Ji rolled back his eyes, and said softly: "My name is Qin Ji, and I'm named Yizhi. I'm a disciple of Waifeng who just entered the sect this year. Young master, don't you remember me?"

The young man who spoke was gentle and handsome, with a pair of light-colored eyes as pure as glass, as if filled with ice mist, giving people a feeling of coldness and melting.

There is also a faint aroma on the body, very light, very warm, cedar woody.

Duan Shaofeng has strange eyes.

Qin Ji saw that his eyes fell between her eyebrows, thought for a while, and said, "Young Sect Master, you have lost your temper, but do you need me to help you untangle your breathing? I know a little about Lingliuyinheyi, maybe I can help you. "

"You say you are a disciple of the Waifeng, so it's up to you?" Duan Shaofeng sneered.

Just now Qin Ji couldn't sense the external spiritual force, because his body hadn't adapted to it, and now he has almost recovered, not to mention dredging the spiritual veins, throwing the boy off is just a matter of hooking fingers.

But he can't do that, after all, if he wants to become the protagonist, that hammer Bai Yueguang needs to fill up his favorability points, so he decides to use his words instead of his hands.

"How will you know if you don't try, let alone what happened to the disciples of the Waifeng? The disciples of the Waifeng will also practice hard. If the young master really can't trust me, then I won't move you, it's just..."

In the middle of speaking, he glanced down, indicating that the other party was still holding the hand on his chin, "Can you get off me first? I haven't changed my position for a long time because of you, not only my back is numb, but also my buttocks have lost all feeling." .”

When Duan Shaofeng heard the words, he seemed to have just realized how inappropriate the current posture is, his hands trembled, and his long eyelashes trembled accordingly, and he stood up and sat up in an instant.

Qin Ji saw that he was actually able to listen to his words, so she stopped pressing him and wanted to get up too, but Na Xiao just got half of her body up, and was pushed back on the couch again.

This push was very hard, even with the mattress on it, the back was hit hard, and there was a loud bang, the pain made him scream and want to scold his mother.

"Why do you kid..."

The feeling of suffocation was overwhelming, Duan Shaofeng lowered his body, and his flaying eyes glanced at him inch by inch.

Facing the gaze of the young man, Qin Ji's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly had the illusion of being wrapped around her neck by a giant python in the deep mountains, trying to strangle him in place.

But soon, Qin Ji discovered that this did not seem to be an illusion, because there was an extra hand on the neck.The palm is hot, very hard.

If the opponent's posture was weird before, now it can be called terrifying.