Quick Pass Slag Attack Guide

In fact, it's not that Shen Tingjun doesn't know about Qing Ling, he just pretends not to know, and he doesn't really care about it.

After all, although he took Qing Ling under him, it was only out of revenge, and it was impossible for Qing Ling to grow up smoothly and smoothly.

Lu Li angrily taught him a few words, took a sip from the teacup, and then threw it on the ground, causing the fragile porcelain cup to shatter.

He reprimanded: "Bring such cold tea to me, are you dead?"

Qing Ling immediately poured him another cup of tea soaked in warm water.

Seeing the man drank the cup of tea, Qing Ling silently squatted down to clean up the broken porcelain pieces.

Lu Li's eyes were actually glued to Qing Ling's body all the time, seeing the wounds on the poor little face and hands, he breathed out silently, and then put down the teacup.

Lu Li instructed him: "Go, let me go to the second drawer on the left, and get the medicine in the blue bottle with the red cap."

Seeing that when he spoke, Qingling's hand shook, and a hole was inadvertently cut by the porcelain, Lu Li felt that his sin was even more serious.

Qing Ling cleaned up all the debris, then wiped the handle casually with a cloth, then opened the drawer, and took out the bottle of medicine that Lu Li was talking about.

He saw that this bottle of medicine was exactly the same as the one he took away yesterday.

After yesterday's bottle of medicine was snatched away, Lu Li took it back and threw it out.

How many people in the martial arts world have dreamed of the Jade Bone Muscle-Growing Paste, but he threw it out and smashed it in such a reckless manner. If those people found out, they would definitely beat their heads against the wall in anger.

After closing the drawer, Qing Ling's eyes were full of surprise.

Lu Li urged: "Hurry up! What's the use of dawdling?"

Only then did Qing Ling trot back to him, and handed him the small porcelain bottle.

Lu Li took it, hummed softly from his nose, and commanded haughtily, "Take off your clothes."

Qing Ling hesitated for a moment, seemed to know what he was going to do, and then slowly untied her belt.

Seeing his slow movements, Lu Li suppressed his violent temper in his heart. In order to ease his emotions, he tapped on the table with his slender fingers.

When Qing Ling finally took off his shirt, Lu Li saw the bruises on his body, the interlaced whip marks, and the bloody bruises on his back, and couldn't help but gasped.

It seemed that the poor little boy had more and more serious injuries than he expected.

Qing Ling lowered her head, her smooth long hair hanging down, covering his expression.

Lu Li unscrewed the cork, poured the transparent ointment onto his hands, and touched his scarred back.

When he just touched it, Qing Ling's small body trembled violently because of the pain, and then straightened her upper body, but she gritted her teeth patiently and remained silent.

Fortunately, Qing Ling didn't make a sound, otherwise Lu Li felt that he would not even be able to apply the medicine.

Slowly spread the cool ointment on Qingling's wound, and then rub the bruises on his body. Finally, Lu Li tied him up in circles with cloth strips, and waited until he was tied into a mummy. It's over.

After treating Qingling's injuries, Lu Li planned to deal with the bruises on his face, so he patted his shoulder and said, "Turn around."

Hearing this, Qing Ling lowered her head and wiped her face before slowly turning around.

It was only then that Lu Li realized that he was crying again, his eye sockets and the tip of his nose were red again, but Qingling was holding back his sobs and shedding tears silently.

Lu Li couldn't help but tapped his forehead, and said in disgust: "Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry, and you have to endure the pain."

Qing Ling lowered her head again, and the transparent beads fell down like she couldn't control it.

Lu Li raised his chin, carefully measured the wound on his face, frowned and said, "Okay, okay, I'm really upset that you're crying."

He picked up a soft cloth towel to wipe the tears off Qing Ling's face, although he said so, his hands were very gentle.

Qing Ling blinked, and hot tears dripped onto Lu Li's hands.

Lu Li got the ointment on his fingers and carefully wiped it on Qingling's face.

When the fingertips just touched the cracked mouth corner, Qingling's small face wrinkled, but he didn't hide, his tear-soaked eyes were like black pearls, looking at him shiningly.

In the end, Lu Li threw the empty porcelain bottle on the table casually. He didn't expect that Qing Ling had so many injuries and used the whole bottle of medicine.

Thinking that he might still punch and kick Qingling, Lu Li felt like Alexander.

The system seemed to know what Lu Li was thinking at the moment, and said, "If you don't want to abuse your body, you can also abuse your heart."

Lu Li paused for a moment, then said, "Can you still play like this?"

System: "Anyway, it's all abuse."

Lu Li: "...Oh."

Qing Ling had already put on his coat, and he clasped his hands together helplessly. The blisters on his hands had been punctured by Lu Li with a silver needle, and he was smeared with medicine and wrapped in a white cloth.

Although Shen Tingjun was rarely injured, he was very proficient in medical skills. One of the sixteen nights was filled with highly poisonous plants, which he cultivated by himself.

In this world, Lu Li is no longer afraid of being poisoned by poison, because his nose is sharper than a dog's now, and he can smell anything wrong.

Lu Li glanced at the restrained Qingling, and sneered at him again: "Hmph, being my son, can you still be bullied by servants? Isn't it all your fault for being useless?"

When he said this, he turned his eyes away from the window, otherwise Lu Li would feel like a mentally retarded person when he said such words to a seven-year-old child.

Qing Ling's head was already so low that it couldn't be lowered any more.

Lu Li pretended to ponder for a while, and said, "You moved here today, and you can serve me by the way."

Qing Ling still lowered her head, but quickly responded, "Okay, Daddy."

Lu Li felt ashamed for a while, feeling that he was a willful child, while Qing Ling was a tolerant adult.

Lu Li sent two servants to help Qing Ling organize things. Since he dealt with the two unruly servants around Qing Ling, all the servants in Feng Ya Pavilion treated Qing Ling with respect.

After all, although Shen Tingjun named Qingling his son before, he deliberately instigated and condoned his subordinates to bully him at will.

Without his permission, who would dare to start this.

However, what made Lu Li sigh was that although there were countless people who fell under Shen Tingjun's robe, he couldn't even look down on him, but it was so hard for him to fall in love with that person, and he discarded his shoes after getting his sincerity.

That person was naturally Qing Ling's mother.

There are no beautiful concubines in Shen Tingjun's Fengya Pavilion, only countless servants and the good son he picked up.

Qingling's other courtyard was in the most remote corner, and Lu Li waited for a long time before Qingling came back.

In fact, there is no need for anyone to follow Qing Ling, because his things are pitifully small, only a small package.

Lu Li glanced at his shabby attire, gave Qing Ling another look of disgust, and then ordered Xiu Niang to bring out some clothes that he could wear.

Qing Ling was placed in the outhouse by him, and Lu Li lay comfortably on the soft couch to read.He found that the characters in this world were not like ancient characters, but rather like simple characters, which made him look very relaxed.

When it was time for dinner, Qing Ling knocked lightly on the door, asking Lu Li to go out for dinner.

The food in this world is the same as in the previous world. Lu Li's food was tasteless, so he put down his chopsticks when he couldn't finish it, and said arrogantly, "Go and make dinner for me."

Although Qingling is so small, he still cooks good dishes, but Shen Tingjun was not used to his cooking at that time, so he didn't let him cook it again.

Lu Li was a little worried about Qingling's small stature, and worried that he might not even be able to reach the stove, but then he thought that there was a chef in the back kitchen who could help, so he just sat there and waited at ease.

When Qing Ling brought the food in, Lu Li smelled the familiar smell and almost drooled. Sure enough, apart from that face being a bug, the familiar food was also a bug.

Lu Li looked at Qingling's hand tied with a white cloth, and felt relieved when he didn't see any new injuries.

Qing Ling stood beside him without saying a word, and Lu Li didn't talk to him, and just ate on his own.

After picking up a few chopsticks, Lu Li felt strange all over. Although Qing Ling lowered his head and showed no sense of presence, it still made him feel uncomfortable.

Lu Li put down his chopsticks, coughed a few times, hooked his fingers to Qing Ling, and said, "Come here."

Only then did Qing Ling raise her head, and walked towards him hesitantly.

Lu Li put a bowl of rice on his table, and said concisely, "Eat."

Every time Qingling went to the kitchen to find some leftovers to fill his stomach after he finished his meal.Lu Li saw that he couldn't finish eating a large table, so he simply asked him to come over and forget it together.

Little Poor seemed to be frightened again. He shrank his shoulders, not daring to disobey his orders, and afraid that the man would set him up.

Shen Tingjun has been instilling in him the idea of ​​"I am the master and you are the slave". No wonder Qingling is so afraid of him now that he is dying.

Moreover, Shen Tingjun's personality is cloudy and uncertain. When he is gentle, he can drown people to death, and sometimes he turns his face and refuses to recognize people when he is in a bad mood.

According to the current situation, Lu Li's performance today should be when Shen Tingjun is in a good mood.

Qingling glanced at him secretly, and then tentatively touched Baiyu's chopsticks next to the porcelain bowl. The chopsticks were heavy, just like his mood at the moment.

Seeing Lu Li continuing to eat and ignoring him, Qing Ling stood at the table and began to pick up the rice.

Lu Li had a headache.

The headache is not how to get rid of this poor little He, but how to abuse his heart if not abuse his body.

WTF?Want him to abuse the heart of such a young child? !

Qing Ling ate very carefully, and finally finished the bowl of white rice without falling any grains.

Lu Li found out that he didn't eat a single bite of food.

Qing Ling held the bowl and glanced at him again, meeting Shang Lu Li's gaze, his hand shook, and the porcelain bowl almost fell to the ground.

Lu Li clicked his tongue and said, "I'm clumsy, I don't need you to wash the dishes."

Satisfied with his meal, Lu Li put down his chopsticks and clapped his hands lightly, and two rows of servants filed in to clean up all the tableware.

Lu Li walked into his room, intending to finish the book he just read, but unexpectedly, Qing Ling followed him in all the way.

Qingling said: "Daddy, Ling'er will undress for you."

Qing Ling's height is only a little above his waist, so why take off his clothes for him?

It's not that he can't take care of himself.

Lu Li waved his hand and said, "Go away, I don't need you."

Qing Ling stood aside and hesitated for a while, he had such a relaxed day, he didn't know what the man was thinking.

Seeing that he hadn't left yet, Lu Li started to chase him away: "Get lost, or you'll have to kneel on the bed all night."

With a trace of panic on Qing Ling's face, she said "Sleep, Daddy" and left in a hurry.

Looking at the poor little back, Lu Li still felt a headache.