It's really hard to be a scumbag

Smashing and moving the soul in one go, and then smoothly sealed Feng Shaoguang's memory, a brand new boyfriend appeared on the stage.

Jiang Jiang nodded in satisfaction, and turned to dispose of the tattered old clothes.

The old clothes have been worn out in the past few years, the aura in his body is mottled and dull, his cultivation base has retreated instead of advancing, and he has just suffered the backlash of love, and his lips are still bleeding.

Jiang Jiang opened his mouth and couldn't help frowning after taking a look.

I don't know where Feng Shaoguang's ruthlessness came from, the blood and flesh bitten in his mouth was blurred, and most of his tongue was almost bitten off.

Because the picture was too bloody, Jiang Jiang quickly closed his eyes to collect the corpse after looking at it, and at the same time was glad that he smashed it in time.

After disposing of the old clothes, Jiang Jiang moved to the new clothes and patted Feng Shaoguang's face.

Feng Shaoguang lay quietly on the ground.

He has handsome features, and in the past, he always had a romantic appearance leaning against the small building with a smile on his lips. Jiang Jiang had seen him with a gentle look, a passionate and provocative look, and possessive eyes full of lust, but he had never seen him He is so silent.

Jiang Jiang stretched out his finger, from Feng Shaoguang's forehead to the straight bridge of the nose, from the tip of the nose to the thin lips, and finally touched the Adam's apple.

The spiritual power moved with his fingers, sensing the quality of the new clothes.

Jiang Jiang was thinking about something in his heart, and his actions were a little careless. After finding that the Wannian Yuling Bamboo fit Feng Shaoguang's body very well, and it was enough to make Feng Shaoguang's cultivation improve by leaps and bounds, he was about to withdraw his hand.

However, before he had time to flex his fingers, the Adam's apple under his fingertips suddenly rolled.

This change attracted Jiang Jiang's attention. He looked down, facing Shangfeng Shaoguang's opened eyes.

Feng Shaoguang, whose memory was partially blocked, was a little dazed. He must have looked at Jiang Jiang for a long time before he raised his lips. He lay on the ground calmly and raised his head. What is the last name?"

His voice was raised, with a dissolute and unrestrained air, like a dude of aristocratic family in the world of mortals, with the greasy fragrance of the flower house in his bones.

I can't see the madness and ruthlessness just now.

Jiang Jiang was surprised, and his eyes couldn't help but smile, as if he really met Feng Shaoguang for the first time, and introduced himself: "My name is Jiang Jiang."

Feng Shaoguang repeated these two words in his mouth several times, then turned over from the ground, hooked his fingers down the folding fan hanging on the wall, opened it with a 'shua' sound and slowly shook it, with an admiring expression: " It's really a good name, but I don't know why Mr. Jiang came here to find me—"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Jiang Jiang stepped forward and turned his face aside, then pushed his shoulder and walked out: "Go out and say something."

Feng Shaoguang didn't understand, so when he obediently came out, he still didn't understand: "Why did you come out and say it? Is Mr. Jiang worried that the wall has ears? If that's the case, you can rest assured, this thirteen-storey flower building is the work of Feng's painstaking efforts. Ordinary people—wait, where are my puppets?"

Only then did he withdraw all his thoughts from Jiang Jiang, and stared blankly at the empty and dead Hualou in front of him, apparently in a daze.

Jiang Jiang held back his laughter, secretly glad that he pushed Feng Shaoguang out in advance.

Otherwise, when Feng Shaoguang came back to his senses, what he would see would be his portraits all over the wall.

"Mr. Feng." Jiang Jiang broke the silence first, and said solemnly: "Do you feel that you have forgotten something?"

Feng Shaoguang turned his gaze back to Jiang Jiang, hesitantly said: "Young Master Jiang...does he know something?"

Jiang Jiang nodded, and made up nonsense on the spot with his eyes open: "You went to the secret realm a few days ago and were seriously injured in the secret realm. I happened to pass by and saw your bones, so I asked you if you would like to be my apprentice. You are on the spot If you agree, I will hang your life with this sect's secret medicine, and then follow your guidance to Hualou to heal your wounds."

"However, your injury is too serious. It is not easy for me to force you to revive me. I can no longer protect your brain. I can only watch you lose part of your memory due to temporary cerebellar paralysis." Jiang Jiang said calmly: "But don't worry, even if you are stupid, Master will take you back and treat you well."

After finishing talking, Jiang Jiang suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly added: "Oh, yes, you also said that you really want to repay your teacher, and you are willing to carve a plaque and hang it on the sect gate as soon as you go back, so as to do your best. Gratitude as a teacher."

Feng Shaoguang did not respond for a long time after listening.

Jiang Jiang saw that he was lost in thought, so he couldn't help but poked him, and said deliberately: "Why, do you want to admit it after eating it all?"

Feng Shaoguang blushed suddenly, and hurriedly explained: "No, no, I'm just a little strange. I have stepped into the journey of cultivating immortals, and the cultivators I have met have all evaluated me as mediocre. Why did I come to Mr. Jiang? Here, you have become a bone spirit?"

Jiang Jiang's face did not change: "I have discerning eyes."

He calmly met Shang Feng Shaoguang's squinted eyes, and said confidently: "Do you think you are a pig?"

Feng Shaoguang subconsciously said: "Of course I am Zhu..."

After the lingering sound, he stopped holding the folding fan.

Jiang Jiang showed a cute and innocent look after finishing the skin, and quickly changed the subject: "That's it, the world can't see your talent, but as the lord of Xiaohuang Sect, I can see your talent at a glance You are talented! Don't worry, after I go back with me, I will definitely use the power of the whole sect for you to practice, and order the sect's divine beasts to protect you at all times, so that your career will be smooth sailing, and one day you will make those who looked down on you I'm so sorry."

His thumping was loud, and his tender little fists were shaking back and forth.

Feng Shaoguang couldn't tell whether he was bewitched by his sparkling eyes, moved by his words, or both, but he nodded bewilderedly.

In the next moment, Feng Shaoguang saw the little suzerain approaching excitedly, holding his hand and saying happily: "Then it's settled, let's go back to the sect now!"

He was so close that Feng Shaoguang only heard his own rapid heartbeat, and didn't even notice what he said.

It wasn't until the flying sword of the little sect master that Feng Shaoguang came to his senses belatedly.

It's ashamed to say that he has practiced for hundreds of years, built the city of empty cicadas, and spends his days painting and tasting wine in the flower building, but in fact he is still a beginner.

Due to his ignorance of certain things, when he was busy making puppets, he made them according to his own aesthetics and body structure.

——That's right, all the maids in his family have big * under their skirts.

Getting used to this kind of life, Feng Shaoguang didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it, and he didn't have any scruples when getting close to the puppet. He took off his head if he wanted to, and took off his arm if he wanted to.

Anyway, the puppet has no thoughts, and it is dominated by the trace of consciousness left by him.

Now that he is suddenly getting close to a stranger, Feng Shaoguang suddenly feels that something is wrong.

Why can someone's waist be so thin?Make him just want to tighten his arms and hold him tightly?

How can someone be so good-looking, and everything is attractive?

Why did he just stand with him... Shi Geng? ? ?

Feeling at a loss, Chu Ge was a little embarrassed, but also a little inexplicably excited.

He stared at the person holding the sword in front of him, and felt that his whole body was clamoring to get closer, and his throat was even more thirsty, wanting to swallow the prey cleanly, bone and skin.

Before he could shake his mind so much that he couldn't extricate himself, he suddenly became unsteady, as if he had fallen into a hallucination, and saw a pair of eyes in a daze.

Those eyes are extremely beautiful, but they are full of coldness, like a fairy god who cannot be violated in the nine heavens, completely breaking all the red lines in front of him.

Among them, naturally including his.

The hallucinations came and went quickly, Feng Shaoguang only felt anxious for a while, then found himself awake.

The little suzerain in front seemed to sense something was wrong, and tilted his head in doubt: "What's wrong?"

Feng Shaoguang stared at his beautiful eyes, and clearly saw the twinkling little stars in his eyes. This lively and fragrant agility reassured Feng Shaoguang, and the dark clouds that appeared in his heart followed suit. It quietly dispersed.

"I'm fine." Feng Shaoguang's heartbeat was still speeding up. Although he couldn't understand, he could vaguely feel his heart, and couldn't help but said emotionally for a moment: "As long as I see you, I will—"

"Wait!" Jiang Jiang interrupted him suddenly, frowned and said, "I seem to have forgotten something."

Feng Shaoguang swallowed the reply silently, although he was a bit disappointed, he still held Jiang Jiang tightly and said, "What did you forget?"

Jiang Jiang was silent for a while, then said quietly, "Your son."

Feng Shaoguang: "?"

Feng Shaoguang: "?!!"

On the way back, Feng Shaoguang was shocked and repeatedly emphasized that he was still a virgin. Jiang Jiang sounded ridiculous, but looked at him as if he was looking at the stupid son of the landlord's family.

After arriving at the place, Jiang Jiang asked Feng Shaoguang to wait outside, and went in by himself to expose Feng Qiao.

Feng Shaoguang didn't believe it at first, but when he saw Feng Qiao, his expression froze and he said: "These eyes...the nose...and the stitches of the clothes...is he really my son?? ?”

Jiang Jiang threw Feng Jiang into his arms, and said with the sword again: "Of course it's your son, what you made by yourself can be fake?"

Feng Shaoguang was still a little dazed: "Why is this happening? I was really thinking about having someone I like in the future. If it is a woman, I will not let her suffer the pain of childbirth. If it is a man, I will be a child to please him... But now I am still perfect, and I haven't caught up with anyone I like at all!"

He was a little broken, like an unmarried girl with an unexpected pregnancy.

Jiang Jiang looked at it and wanted to laugh, and coughed lightly after struggling to hold back: "It's all done, you can just keep him."

Feng Shaoguang's lifeless expression was shaken by this sentence, he hesitated for a while, and tentatively said: "I don't know how to take care of children by myself, or I will recognize him as a mother, bah, it is a godfather."

Jiang Jiang glanced at him: "Who do you want to recognize?"

Feng Shaoguang was excited, and pretended to be calm and said: "I don't have any close people, I only have some friendship with Master, why don't you feel wronged and be my child's... Godfather?"

Jiang Jiang was very suspicious that he was talking about his godfather, but he was thinking about his mother.

Seeing that he had failed Feng Shaoguang for so many years, Jiang Jiang stared at him for a while, and finally hummed softly: "Yes."

Feng Shaoguang was overjoyed immediately, the movements of holding the child were a little gentle, and he said with paternal love: "Now you are also a child with both parents."

He was elated for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and asked Jiang Jiang, "By the way, does the child have a name?"

When he asked, Jiang Jiang immediately recalled that fucking name, and quickly denied it: "There is no name, you can choose a nice one for him."

Feng Shaoguang had no doubts, and said straightforwardly: "Okay."

He raised his puppet, pondered for a long time and said, "The world of comprehension is full of dangers. I don't want him to be in danger. I just hope that he can be a peaceful layman in the wild. As the saying goes, I love the king and live in the sun, and I have fields to grow orchids. I think it’s better to call him Fengqiao.”

Jiang Jiang: "...you stick your head over here."

Feng Shaoguang: "?"

The author has something to say: Feng Shaoguang is miserable.

Hope the baby is okay (put your hands together)

感谢在2020-07-1116:37:00~2020-07-1121:42:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Songhai Tingtao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!