Quick Pass Slag Attack Guide

Lu Li had a premonition that he would stay in this world for a long time, but he didn't expect to stay for a full ten years.

He is not an impatient person, on the contrary, he is extremely patient, otherwise he would not have been reincarnated in the first world for so long and still not collapsed.

Lu Li personally raised the little pity from a child to a crowned youth, and Qing Ling has also changed from being cautious to being intimate with Lu Li now.

Although Lu Li tried his best to maintain his personality, Qing Ling was obviously not as afraid of him as he was at first.

In other words, she is even more dependent on him.

Lu Li had a headache and was depressed.

The speed has been increasing at a moderate speed, and now at Qingling's age, he should also consider how to take the next step in the plot.

Just the ten years of close companionship, he knew that he would definitely not be able to do it, because he couldn't bear to destroy the child he raised with one hand.

Lu Li was able to save the brutal plot before, but he couldn't avoid the main plot no matter what.

Lu Li squinted his eyes and looked out of the window. Under the moonlit night, the handsome young man was dancing his sword smoothly. His posture was extremely beautiful, forming a black silhouette under the moonlight, and only the hilt of the sword could be seen in the blackness. A little cold light.

In the end, he pulled out a sword flower, and then retracted the sharp edge of the sword. The young man held the entanglement sword in his hand behind his back, with a relaxed and joyful face, and walked lightly into the house.

"Daddy."

Hearing Qingling's cry, Lu Li ignored him, and his lazy gaze was still on the book in his hand, as if it wasn't him who was staring out the window just now.

The handsome young man in white robe and black hair can obviously bear the reputation of "a gentleman is like a jade". There is a smile on the corner of his mouth, and when he moves his hand, the love sword seems to have a spirituality, and it spontaneously flies up and hangs on the wall. .

The lingering sword was specially made by Lu Li for Qing Ling. It was made of thousands of years of cold iron and ice and fire. It is the only sword in the world.

Lu Li gave it to him on the day Qingling got his crown. At that time, Qingling stroked the smooth hilt and named it Tangqing.

Lu Li didn't understand the meaning of his name, but after all Jian belonged to Qing Ling, so he could call it whatever he liked.

When the young man yelled again, Lu Li gave him a benevolent glance, frowned and asked, "Who did you see yesterday?"

Qing Ling blinked, and said quite innocently: "Ling'er has never met a stranger."

Lu Li wanted to know that he refused to say it, but yesterday the system said that Ye Chong finally made it to the eighth night with perseverance, and then met Qing Ling as he wished.

It is estimated that Ye Chong has already told him everything, this kid probably hates him to the core, but he has to pretend to be calm.

Or maybe Qingling was doubting the authenticity of Ye Chong's words, seeing how he hesitated to speak, Lu Li really wanted to tell him that Ye Chong was right.

In fact, Lu Li felt that Qingling was very pitiful, but as a giver, he shouldn't have pitied others.

Lu Li curled his lips into a smile, and there was a bit of malice in that smile. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is that man's name Ye Chong?"

Then he managed to see the shaken expression on Qing Ling's face, the young man pursed his lips, his expression turned cold for a moment.

But then, Qingling smiled and said: "Ling'er has never heard of this name."

Lu Li didn't expose him, he sized up the young man who straightened his back for a while, then averted his suspicious eyes, and ordered: "Come and change clothes for me."

Qing Ling walked over without the slightest hesitation. In the past, he could barely reach Lu Li's waist, but now he has surpassed the man in front of him. He only needs to lower his head to see that gorgeous face, and even trembling slightly. long eyelashes.

Time doesn't seem to have stayed on him much, and it seems that he hasn't changed much in the past ten years, and he still has a fatal attraction for those who see it.

The most change in him is that he has more tacit approval and tolerance for Qingling.

Qing Ling smelled the faint scent of the man's body after bathing, and he could wrap his arms around the man's thin waist as soon as he stretched out his hand, untie the tie around his waist, and the bright red robe fell off.

The golden crown tied on the hair was also taken off, and three thousand black strands flowed down.

Lu Li sat on the bed and lowered his eyes slightly.Qing Ling knelt down on the ground with one knee, supported Lu Li's foot, and took off the shoe for him.

Those feet are as white and crystal clear as jade carvings, even if they practice martial arts for many years, they still don't have the thin calluses of a martial arts practitioner.Every time Qingling saw her, she couldn't help but take a few extra glances, but he was obviously not in the mood today.

Lu Li also saw that Qing Ling was absent-minded, raised his foot and kicked him lightly, and said, "Don't sleep with me tonight, you go to the outer room."

Qing Ling looked up at him in surprise.

In the past ten years, the man would hug him intimately and fall asleep every night, and they never separated for countless nights.

Qing Ling still remembers the only time after separation, when he saw the man again the next day, his eyes were dizzy, and his face was full of exhaustion and anxiety.

It was the first time that Qingling saw a man who was always glamorous looking haggard and embarrassed. He pulled himself into his arms, as if he was holding something that reassured him, and then fell into a deep sleep past.

From then on, he knew that Shen Tingjun probably couldn't leave him.

Lu Li saw that he was still in a daze and did not leave, so he turned around and kicked him, lay down on the bed without seeing or disturbing, and turned his back to the young man.

After a while, he heard Qingling leave and the sound of the door being slowly closed.

Lu Li lay quietly for a while, and sat up suddenly when he felt the surge of sleepiness.

It is impossible for him to be with Qing Ling forever, and now he should try to adapt to life without Qing Ling.

Lu Li sighed heavily, and casually put on a long robe, planning to take advantage of the cool night breeze and go for a stroll outside.

He rested his hands on the carved window eaves, inexplicably remembering that when he met Qin Shuiyue back then, it was also under such a bright moonlight.

In the original plot, after Qin Shuiyue was plundered by Shen Tingjun to Sixteen Nights, she cut off communication with her family and did not return to Nandu until finally she was trained by Shen Tingjun to surrender.

At the beginning, Lu Li also planned to let Qin Shuiyue stay in Shiliuye, but he never thought that four years ago, she would run away in one night.

Lu Li thought it would be great for the little girl to make it past the eighth night, but she never expected that she would go through many dangers all the way, and finally arrived in Nandu smoothly.

Since Qin Shuiyue had the ability to escape, Lu Li didn't bother to chase her.He decided to wait until the rest of the plot was almost finished before going to capture Qin Shuiyue.

Lu Li opened the window and stepped out, stepped on the dark wall a few times, and flew up to the roof with light effort.

It's just that he didn't expect to see a familiar figure on the high roof.

The young man in white robes was different from the usual rigor tonight. At this moment, he was sitting lazily on it. The night wind blew his robe and hairband apart, and his sleeves flew away.He raised his head and poured the wine from the white jade pot into his mouth.

He didn't expect to meet Qingling here, and Lu Li felt a little embarrassed when he saw him.

Just when Lu Li was about to turn around and leave, the young man with his back to him found his presence, and came over with a slightly drunken voice: "Daddy?"

Lu Li had no choice but to turn around, and saw the young man in white robe walking towards him at this moment. Under the moonlight, Lu Li could clearly see the drunkenness on his face, and even his eyes became more hazy.

Qing Ling threw the white jade porcelain bottle down, and there was a sound of shattering from below.

Lu Li's expression remained unchanged, waiting for his next move.

Qing Ling walked up to Lu Li in a nonchalant manner. He stared at the man for a while, then suddenly showed a smile that was uglier than crying. Then he opened his arms and hugged Lu Li.

Lu Li was a little confused by his sudden movement, so he didn't try to break free from him.

Seeing the man looking at him coldly, Qingling had a look of resentment on her face, feeling that she was just a clown in his eyes.

Lu Li said, "It's not advisable to drink too much late at night."

However, Qing Ling hugged him and did not let go. The young man put his head on his shoulder, and the smell of alcohol was all over Lu Li.

Lu Li just wanted to push him away, but the damp heat on his shoulder stopped him from pushing him away.

He heard the young man sobbing weakly. Although Qing Ling tried hard to cover it up, his body was still trembling slightly.

Lu Li remembered the last time Qingling cried. It was when he was not used to it when he first arrived in Shiliuye. After that, he never saw the child cry again.

Once the heart of love and compassion surges, it can no longer be stopped.

Qing Ling rubbed against him like a clingy kitten, and hot tears dripped onto Lu Li's neck.Lu Li reached out his hand hesitantly, and then, as usual, patted his back softly and reassuringly.

Unexpectedly, Qing Ling pushed his head down by surprise, and lowered his head towards the unsuspecting young Lu Li, then a soft and cool touch came from his lips, which made him stiffen suddenly.

The lips with the fragrance of peach blossom wine were as soft as petals. Lu Li tasted the salty and wet taste. He saw that Qing Ling closed his eyes, and transparent tears kept overflowing from his closed eyes.

Lu Li slapped him on the chest, and the young man finally let go of him, covering his injured chest, tears and blood from the corner of his mouth continuously overflowing.

Lu Li only used [-]% of his strength. No matter how deep an ordinary person's internal strength is, no matter how advanced his martial arts are, he will only have the fate of being knocked off the roof by him.

But Qing Ling only took a step back, then slowly bent her knees and knelt down in front of Lu Li.

Lu Li raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth in disgust, then spit out two cold words: "Disgusting."

Qing Ling's whole body was shocked when he heard the words. He lowered his head and knelt on the spot on one knee, his long hair hanging down covered his unpredictable expression.

Lu Li glanced at Qing Ling, feeling extremely bored.

Just when he turned around to leave the place that bothered him, he unexpectedly felt a slight tug on his robe.

Then, the young man wrapped his arms around his right leg, and put his face on it, entangled like a snake.

Even though he has long known the pissing nature of this world and anticipated this day, Lu Li is still extremely uncomfortable with this lowly show of love.

Qingling said with a crying voice: "Daddy, don't leave Ling'er alone..."

Such pleading caused an inexplicable cold feeling on Lu Li's back. He couldn't bear it anymore and kicked it out. The young man in white robe let go of his arms and took a step back abruptly.

He frowned and coughed lightly, reaching out to wipe away the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Spots of bright red bloomed on his pure white robe, like blood-colored falling plums.

Lu Li flicked his sleeves and said: "Stop talking nonsense, or I will strip you of your clothes and make you humiliated by thousands of people."

Seeing the young man still bowing his head in silence, the irritability that rose in Lu Li's heart became stronger and stronger, and in the end even his chest began to throb slowly.

Lu Li turned around and jumped off the roof.

The young man who was left behind put his arms around his body, and finally raised his head that had been drooping. His blood-stained red lips were trembling slightly, and tears kept falling down uncontrollably.

He sobbed in a low voice: "Shen Tingjun...you're hiding it from me..."

There was endless darkness and gloom in that voice, and it merged with the night.

The next morning, Lu Li, who hadn't slept all night, was extremely irritable, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.

So when Ying Yi said that he had caught a few suspicious people, Lu Li ordered them to be tortured in a rage.

It's just that before the order was conveyed, Lu Li slapped the table and immediately realized that those people might be Ye Chongyi.

Then he hurried to the cell.

When the man who was bound by the chains saw Lu Li, his face showed a hint of surprise at first, and then there was a bit of disdain and hatred, and he cursed: "You are Shen Tingjun? How can you call him a seductive look?" For a man?"

Lu Li endured the anger of being personally attacked and said: "Why did you break into this seat without permission?"

Ye Chong seemed to want to pooh him, but he held back and said forcefully, "Of course I'm here to kill you."

Lu Li sneered and said, "Kill me? Try it, I can crush you to death right now."

Before Ye Chong could say anything else, he heard the servants say: "Young master, you can't go in, the leader has ordered..."

When Lu Li heard that Qing Ling, who was supposed to practice martial arts, had also come here, he felt even more headache.

He looked coldly at the young man striding in with a sword in hand. Qing Ling saw that Lu Li was obviously hesitant to speak, and then said: "Daddy, I..."

Ye Chong interrupted him and scolded: "Father? How can you recognize a thief as your father?! This man killed 21 members of your family and sent over a hundred of them! If you don't avenge your revenge, how can you be worthy of the spirit of your parents?"

Lu Li's face showed a rare embarrassment, and he scolded: "Shut up, or I will cut your tongue!"

Ye Chong snorted, and glared at him with righteous eyes.

Qing Ling picked up the Tangling Sword with trembling hands and pointed it at Lu Li.

There was extreme sadness and disbelief on his face, even though he had already guessed the truth, he still asked hopefully in his tone: "You say, what you say is not true, I will believe you...then I Will personally kill Ye Chong, who dares to separate us father and son."