My child's father is me

On the rugged and winding mountain road, there is a convoy advancing.

The sky was full of yellow sand, and the only car with a flag hanging far behind the convoy was already in dilapidated condition. Except for the voice of the taciturn groom yelling at the horse, no one in the whole convoy spoke.

When the convoy had circled half of the mountain, a man leaned half out of the carriage and whispered to the groom driving the horses in front of the carriage, "Uncle Rong, did you get rid of those behind?"

Seeing him coming out, Uncle Rong, who was driving the car, wished he could push him back immediately, and said earnestly, "Oh, my lord, please sit back obediently, there's nothing else to do, we'll go to Jiangbei soon..."

Before Uncle Rong could finish his words, a group of people sprang out from the mountains not far away.

The headed burly man was wearing a double-breasted black cloth shirt unique to the Jiangbei mountainous area, and a small fur waistcoat on the outside. He looked at them with unfriendly eyes.

Uncle Rong narrowed his eyes and looked carefully for a while, then lowered his voice and said quickly: "Your Highness, please go in quickly, we may be in trouble!"

"Is it the same group that chased us down just now?" Qi Mo didn't obediently listen to Uncle Rong's words and sat back down. Instead, he looked at the horse team who didn't know where he came from from a distance, but in the blink of an eye, those people got closer some.

"No, Your Highness, sit back quickly!" Uncle Rong saw clearly the flags that those people were propping up behind the horses, on which the words "Tiger Head Gang" were crookedly embroidered with thread, Uncle Rong thought about it, and suddenly remembered this The menacing "Tiger Head Gang" is known as the biggest banditry in Jiangbei, and they couldn't help but secretly groaned.

Seeing that Qi Mo was still looking around curiously, he urged the tone to become more urgent: "Your Highness, this is a bandit, no weaker than those who chased us all the way, you should sit back quickly!"

Qi Mo was a little puzzled when he heard the words, but he sat back obediently, and asked through the thick curtain: "Uncle Rong, is this gangster really as powerful as you say, and the magistrate doesn't care?"

Uncle Rong was so busy that he didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he greeted the horses and horses who were hesitating in front, and they all backed away.

Seeing them retreating, the bandits waving the banner of the Tiger Head Gang knew that they had been exposed, so they took a mountain road and blocked Qi Mo, who was unable to retreat in time.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Uncle Rong made up his mind, jumped out of the carriage, and cupped his hands at the bandit leader: "Dare to ask, my dear brother, what's the matter with you being stuck in front of our convoy today?

Uncle Rong concealedly gestured to Qi Mo who was peeking out behind the curtain, signaling him to run away alone if the situation is not good later.

The bandit headed by him had squinting eyebrows, but his face was full of flesh and blood, and he looked fierce at first glance.

He looked at this seemingly impoverished convoy, and asked with a sneer: "After passing my way, should there be something left behind? But you... I really don't like it, why don't you leave behind me?" Stay here in a beautiful woman's sedan chair, you won't stay until I'm here, how about it?"

Uncle Rong frowned: "The person sitting in the sedan chair at the back is not a woman, but my sick and weak nephew, why don't I leave some silver taels, so I can treat my dear friends to a drink."

The people accompanying the carriages and horses took out their bundles of silver taels early on, handed them to those wolf-like bandits, and then returned, looking at Uncle Rong.The bandit leader shook the money in his hand, and pointed at the sedan chair: "But I want to see what the beauty in the sedan chair that you have held so tightly looks like."

The bandits behind followed his words and rushed forward.The samurai brought out from the capital were already exhausted after exhausting themselves day and night, so they could only barely resist at this moment.

The bandit leader was driving his horse, and just as he was about to go around Uncle Rong who was blocking the way, he felt a chill on his cheek, and when he raised his hand, he saw blood on it.

The flying knife hidden in Uncle Rong's sleeve brushed against his ear, tearing a long hole.

The bandit leader turned around, the long knife in his hand sliced ​​across Uncle Rong's sleeve, and Uncle Rong could almost hear the sound of the cloth tearing.

He didn't hear the screech of the sharp knife sinking into the flesh, but only heard a muffled sound in front of him——

Qi Mo, who appeared behind the bandit leader at some point, held a long sword in his hand, and looked at Uncle Rong in a daze.

The bandits of the Tiger Head Gang rushed towards Qi Mo anxiously when they saw their boss fell to the ground.

Uncle Rong still wanted to protect him, but Qi Mo held a sword and stood upright, and said with a radiant look: "Is it crazy to rush for the road? I don't even look where the carriage is. You mountain people came out of the imperial city." The reckless dare to move?"

The bandits originally wanted to retreat, but after hearing this, they rushed up together——

"This kid has some background, tie him back to the stockade, and discuss it with the head of the family!"

Before Qi Mo had time to dodge, the bandit who rushed up first threw him down, and the sword fell to the ground during the snatching, making a clear sound.

Qi Mo's hands were tied, and he was carried on the horse by another bandit. When the horse was galloping, the flying yellow sand covered his face.

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Mo was untied from the horse.He raised his head, and just as he was about to look around for Uncle Rong and his party, he realized that he was no longer there.

Qi Mo glanced at the bandits who were muttering and discussing something, and tucked the hard thing he hid in his sleeve, before taking it out, the bandit said: "I don't think this kid looks like a What kind of fuel-efficient lamp, feed him two taels of sweat medicine and let him sleep well."

With Qi Mo's cheeks pinched, he took half a gulp of the terribly bitter medicine, and his hands softened involuntarily. The small sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang" before it was unsheathed.

The sound was so clear and loud that it scared a timid horse into the bushes.The bandits didn't care about the lost horse—it wasn't from their own village anyway, and it didn't hurt to have one more or one less.

"Hey, this kid is hiding something!" The bandit picked up the fine iron knife on the ground, weighed it in his hand, and put it into his sleeve.

Qi Mo was given medicine, his hands and feet felt weak for a while, and he couldn't stand up.

The little bandit leader sneered and said: "Isn't it still possible? Return the royal chariot and horses? Pooh!" After saying that, he greeted the bandits standing around him, and said loudly: "This brat who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth has some background. This kid is tied back to our village! The head of the family will reward us with wine and meat!"

The bandits didn't have the slightest objection, and the two bandits supported Qi Mo, one on the left and the other on the right, waiting for the next instruction from the little boss.

Pointing to the sedan chair, the little boss commanded: "The carriage will also be taken away. If we are unlucky and meet someone who is going on the way, don't panic, just say that this kid is dying of illness, and we will take him back to his hometown to see a doctor!

Qi Mo was stupefied by the drug. Apart from numbness in his hands and feet, he couldn't even complete a sentence: "...you are so arrogant, aren't you afraid that the government will come to you?"

The little boss didn't expect this kid to be quite resistant. He hadn't fainted yet, so he took two steps forward and smiled triumphantly at him: "What do you know? What is the government? Even King Zhenbei who guards this place They all want to call us big brothers, what else is there to be afraid of?

The two bandits carrying Qi Mo stopped waiting and threw him roughly into the sedan chair.

Qi Mo only felt a dull pain in his lower back, and it was green without thinking.

Uncle Rong's life and death are uncertain now, this place is no better than the capital, he has no relatives at all, even King Zhenbei, who guards one side here, has long been in collusion with bandits——

Qi Mo closed his eyes, and thought to himself that he had never encountered such a back in all these years.

The carriage was staggering, almost throwing Qi Mo, who couldn't move his hands and feet, out.After Qi Mo went through this bump, the numbness in his hands and feet went down a lot. He tried to move his fingers, but it was still numb, but at least he felt a little bit of sensation.

It didn't matter if he moved, his heart which was still as smooth as water just now suddenly seemed to be scorched by fire. The scorching fire spread along his torso to his limbs and bones, and his whole body seemed to be on fire.

Qi Moxin was startled, frowning as he looked at his still immobile hand.

The Mongolian sweat medicine was not pure, and it was also mixed with some aphrodisiac drugs. By chance, even though the Mongolian sweat medicine was [-]% effective, it was even more unbearable.

The carriage stopped suddenly, Qi Mo held his breath, and calmed down to distinguish the sounds from outside.

The little bandit leader may have talked all over in his previous life, and his car was stopped before he reached the foot of the mountain.

The person who stopped them was wearing a light blue riding uniform, with an unsheathed sword stuck in his waist, and was looking at the little boss indifferently:

"Who are you? So blocking the way, don't you know that my son is hunting here today?"

The little boss was already guilty, with evasive eyes, and reluctantly said: "Little man, I brought my sick nephew back to my hometown today. I have never heard of an adult hunting here...Little man, let's go! Let's go!"

"Wait." The riding boy frowned, stopped him with his half-drawn sword, and pointed to the sedan chair behind him with the hilt: "Going home? I have grown up in Jiangbei for more than [-] years, but I have never heard of it. Has there ever been a township on this Hutou Mountain!"

The little bandit leader winked at the bandit who was following him, and the other two pulled up the carriage, quickly pulled out the horseman's sword, and slashed at him indiscriminately, then turned around to greet the fellow bandits on horseback, and the soldiers divided into two groups. One way, galloping up the mountain, and another way down the mountain.

Seeing those bandits running away, Xu Yi pointed to the direction where the bandits who had descended the mountain disappeared, and ordered to the entourage who followed him: "You go first, and none of these will be left behind."

After giving the order, Xu Yi turned back to his horse, and bowed respectfully to the other horse ten steps away, who was still holding a gun in his hand. He lowered his head and said, "General, what should we do with the stolen carriage?"

Shen Huaibi lowered his eyebrows noncommittally, still playing with the crossbow in his hand, and waited for him to put the pistol on before raising his head, and said lightly: "Go and catch up with those who ran away just now, and I'll go to the Hutou Village to visit. Well, it has lived up to the long-awaited expectation of the head of the family and me to be brothers and sisters."

Xu Yi always obeyed his advice, he clasped his fists at Shen Huaibi, said "yes", and went after the followers who were chasing the bandits.

Hutoubang stockade is not far from here, just up the mountain.

If the bandits who fled to the mountains hadn't been picking flowers and grass on the road, they would have arrived at this moment.

Shen Huaibi sat on the horse, still holding the crossbow in his hand, and walked around the wood fence with a natural attitude. Just as he was about to walk into the stockade, he was spotted by the little bandits on guard.

Just as he was about to blow the whistle, Shen Huaibi raised his hand, and the pistol that had been prepared earlier was inserted straight into his chest.

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Qi Mo still held a dagger in his sleeve that had been slid down from the carriage, and he looked at the curtain that was still in place vigilantly.

After the carriage stopped, those bandits didn't pay much attention to him, but ran to report to the head of the family.

However, Qi Mo felt that his situation was getting worse and worse, as if he had a Mrs. Tang in his heart, and the fire was extremely burning.

He shook his head, shaking back a little of the clear consciousness that was about to disappear, and the hand holding the dagger was still trembling slightly.

As if in his hallucination, a slender and bony hand wiped away the curtain, revealing a beautiful face.When the other party saw him, his back eyes, which were able to enter the painting, were slightly bent. Before he could speak, he was pulled into the car by Qi Mo, and his cool lips touched Qi Mo's hot cheek.

Qi Mo was born with supernatural power, the beauty frowned and struggled away from his hand, and was pushed back into his arms by him.

At this moment, Qi Mo is like a person who has been soaked in hot magma for a long time. At this moment, a piece of ice fell into his arms. He subconsciously stuffed this life-saving ice into his arms desperately, holding it for a long time and couldn't let go.

The long drought meets the nectar, and the water from the ice melted drop by drop on the heart fire, extinguishing the last spark.

Qi Mo didn't know how long he had slept, every step felt like he was stepping on cotton, just as he was feeling in a good mood, he opened his eyes and met the angry eyes of the beautiful woman.

Qi Mo didn't know how long he had slept, every step felt like he was stepping on cotton, just as he was feeling in a good mood, he opened his eyes and met the angry eyes of the beautiful woman.

For some reason, the beauty didn't push him away, and the long-armed and long-legged grievance curled up in his arms.

Qi Mo's mind was blank for a moment, and he hesitated: "You are..."

The beauty's slightly upturned eyes were full of anger, almost melting his own piece of ice——

"Get off me!"

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[Advance Collection 1] Ancient Tanmei Master Shou "After Rebirth, I Can Read My Apprentice's Heart" Please collect it~

Cheng Zhou, the master of the Xuelangdian sect, as the head of the immortal sect, has always supported the righteous way and fulfilled his duties all his life.

He only accepted two apprentices in his life.

The eldest apprentice is extremely talented, upright and valiant, and everyone knows that he is Cheng Zhou's successor;

The little apprentice has mediocre qualifications and is taciturn, so he is a dispensable person in the sect.

However, it wasn't until he was framed to death and his soul left his body that he discovered that the apprentice he had always loved was the mastermind behind the scenes.

The eldest apprentice pretended to be filled with righteous indignation and burned his body with his own hands.

And that little apprentice Yu Zhaonan who had always been neglected by him drank heavily in front of his tomb for three days, weeping uncontrollably.Then he slaughtered the monks all over the world, stepped on the mountain of corpses, and climbed to the first seat of the fairy gate.

Once Cheng Zhou was reborn, he became a Sansao disciple of Xuelang's feud Chaoyangzong.

The original body has very poor aptitude, he can't even hold a sword, and he is bullied by his classmates.

After Cheng Zhou came, he swung his sword, and the demon corpses were wiped out, amazed everyone.

He was able to get the qualification to participate in the Penglai Fairy Association, and he was able to see his little apprentice Yu Zhaonan from his previous life from afar.

The former boy has now become a lord, sitting at the head with a blank face, Cheng Zhou feels distressed and blames himself.

Then I saw a line of words popping up above Yu Zhaonan's head: [Annoying.Miss Master. 】

Cheng Zhou:?

The Penglai Fairy Club ended, and he ran into Yu Zhaonan again by chance.

The little apprentice was hiding in a corner, sewing a kit stitch by stitch. On the top of his head was written: 【This is something my master left me. If he comes back and sees that I didn't take good care of it, he will definitely be unhappy. 】

Cheng Zhou: ...

This ability to read the inner voice of the young student, don't worry about it.jpg

Yu Zhaonan spent the first half of his life under constant imitation and disguise.

Until he was 13 years old, Cheng Zhou, the master of the Xuelang Peak Sect who was passing by, picked him up.

He secretly cared, but hoped that in exchange for Master's glance back and a smile on his lips.

But his ten years of respect, love and admiration had only been exchanged for that man's body that had been burnt beyond recognition.

Once the master he respected, loved, loved, and trusted fell, he became the evil god of killing all the immortals who heard the news.

All he wanted in his life was to ask his master to have mercy on the common people.

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[Advance Collection 2] Ancient Tanmei Master Shou "The male supporting role just wants to practice the ruthless way after wearing it back"

Song Qingyu played the role of a vicious male supporting role in a book on cultivating immortals. He did all kinds of evil things and was hated by the people all over the world. He successfully completed the tasks of the system and let the CP in the book have a perfect ending and then escaped.

Unexpectedly, the system malfunctioned, and he was put back on again.

When Song Qingyu came back, it was already ten years later.

He heard that the junior brother who framed and slandered him guarded his tomb every day and wanted to take his body back to the sect for warming;

The cruel and ruthless old enemy Mozun slaughtered half of the fairy world, and said with red eyes that he would take him back to the demon clan to reunite his spiritual bones;

The self-confident and lofty Xianmen Sect Master knelt in front of his tomb, just for him to open his eyes and look at himself again...

Song Qingyu: ...?A group of neuropathy, goodbye

I just want to cultivate immortality and ascend.

Song Qingyu's new body is a sick little Taoist boy who only wants to cultivate.

Fly to become a fairy, and then stay away from these people.

But, why did the apprentice who killed him with a sword look more and more wrong?

Song Qingyu's body is weak and sickly, and it is cold all over at night.

When he was dizzy, his crooked body was grabbed by someone and fell into Qin Bozhou's hot chest.

He hesitated, but the warm lips of the other party were close to his cold forehead.

Kiss like a dragonfly on water, and pray in a low voice like praying to a Buddha:

"Master... come back."

Qin Bozhou worshiped Song Qingyu for three years.Everyone in the world knows that Master is a villain who deceives the world and steals his name, but only he knows that Song Qingyu is the real Yunxian.

The immortal is gentle and compassionate but also heartless and ruthless.He looked up from the bottom, and the madness in his heart grew, only daring to suppress it hard.

However, one day the immortal fell, and Qin Bozhou went crazy.

Until ten years later, he saw a pair of familiar indifferent eyes again.

The longing becomes crazy, and there will be an echo in the end.Qin Bozhou could no longer restrain himself.

——It doesn't matter if the immortal is heartless or ruthless.He has his own heart, and he is willing to open it up and offer it up.