Every day with the protagonist, I lose my morals

handsome appearance.

Bright mind.

good family background.

Gentle character.

As a standard male supporting role in a novel about cultivating immortality, he has all the necessary equipment. On this point, Lang Yanshu admits that the author of this book is still kind.

It's a pity that he is a male supporting role. When the protagonist is in trouble, he will help the protagonist without reservation; when the protagonist is in good times, he will stand behind the protagonist and smile softly.

The equipment belongs to the protagonist, the cheats belong to the protagonist, and the girl... naturally belongs to the protagonist too.

His plot is to wait for the protagonist to get through all the dungeons, and then when the big villain comes to kill him at the end of the book, he will be stabbed for the protagonist, defrauding the readers of a few tears, and leaving the scene with honor.

All of these can be tolerated, the only thing that cannot be tolerated is that the protagonist loses his morals every day!And force him to lose morals together!

This starts with the sexual orientation of this book. Originally, this book was a very authentic level-up text on cultivating immortals. The protagonist fights the boss to pick up equipment, and he follows the protagonist to clean up the mess.

Ever since a group of rotten girls mixed in with the readers, when almost no one cared about the book, the comment area was full of rotten comments, and the author, who finally didn't have to play the stand-alone version, was moved to tears, after learning from the pain , decided to sell rot.

So a good scene of healing the protagonist in the spiritual spring was abruptly broken into mandarin ducks playing in the water.

It was bloody all over his face.

Lang Yanshu raised his forehead.

The room was quiet, only the boy's slight snoring could be heard clearly.

Was he unconscious or asleep?Lang Yanshu, who was full of doubts, sat on the edge of the bed and studied for a while, and came to the conclusion: this guy has turned from a coma to a sound sleep.

Lang Yanshu stood up suddenly, and pulled down the curtain to cover the boy's face on the bed.

The smashed Qingluo fruit was placed on the table, and the damaged fruit lay quietly in the sky, as if telling his own tragic experience.

Lang Yanshu walked over quickly, put Qing Luoguo in his sleeve, and then cast a spell to erase all traces.

In this way, even if the fourth uncle jumps, he won't suspect him, as long as the culprit on the bed doesn't stand up stupidly. Said, otherwise, according to Fourth Uncle's violent temper, he must be the first one to be unlucky.

Thinking this way, there was a whirring sound outside the door, and then the door was kicked open: "Brother, is that kid awake?"

Out of instinct as a big brother, Lang Yanshu couldn't help but reprimanded his younger brother for such a rude behavior: "How decent is it to be reckless!"

Lang Yanqi made a face at him, rushed to the bed and opened the curtain, dissatisfied: "Brother, you are not kind, I brought him back, so what are you hiding?" .”

"You also know that you carried the person back, why didn't you carry it back to your own house?"

"Hey~" Lang Yanqi scratched his head and smirked, "You know, grandpa and dad like to run into my house the most, let alone such a big person, it's just such a big fly," he stretched She shook her little fingernails, "That can't be hidden."

Lang Yanqi lay on the edge of the bed, stretched out his finger and poked the young man's cheek: "Brother, do you think it's strange that such a big man fell from the sky with a bang. He didn't have any spiritual power on him. Even though he is a very ordinary mortal, how come Qingluoguo was crushed to death but he was unscathed? I guess, there must be some great magic weapon in him. I brought him to you because I wanted to save money. An outsider field~”

Lang Yanshu sneered secretly.What kind of magic weapon, it is all the credit of the plot master.This kid is a troublesome one. According to the development of the plot, he will soon have a family and cannot return.

But he won't tell Lang Yanqi about these things.

Lang Yanqi talked for a long time by himself, seeing his eldest brother sneering alone, he couldn't help but shivered: "Brother?"

Lang Yanshu said slowly: "Qingluo fruit has long been extinct in Dongchen Continent. This one was dug out by my fourth uncle from the tomb of a demon cultivator who died for tens of thousands of years. It just disappeared. Do you think fourth uncle would easily get rid of it?" Expose this matter?"

Lang Yanqi was startled, and was flustered by what he said: "Brother, don't bully me. Anyway, I'll leave it to you. Whether you keep it or hand it over to you is up to you. Turning around, Fourth Uncle asked, why don't you Don't let him mention me, I don't know anything anyway."

After finishing talking about Langyan chess, he ran away, and after a while, he ran back with a whimper, snatched the cup that Langyan book had just held in his hand, and gulped it down.

Lang Yanshu raised his eyes and looked at him calmly: "This is tea made from the rain and dew in the fairy mountains. How can you drink it?"

"Ha, I'm thirsty." Lang Yanqi stuffed the celadon teacup into his hand again, and glanced at the bed again, "Anyway, big brother, in fact, as a younger brother, I hope you can keep him."

After speaking, he ran away again.

Lang Yanshu looked at his back, sighed silently, got up and opened the door to leave.

After Lang Yanshu left, the originally stiff wrist of the boy on the bed suddenly moved.

He took aim, and finally they all left. If they don't leave, they will be exhausted. Pretending to be asleep is really not an easy task.

Shen Mojue quickly got up from the bed while no one was around, rubbed his neck and twisted his waist, then looked around for a while, hesitating.

Listening to the conversation between the two just now, it seems that I have done some great thing, and I was actually discussing handing myself over to a man named Fourth Uncle.

Fuck it!Isn't it just killing a few small wild fruits?As for?He didn't want to either, who knew he would suddenly travel through time!Shen Mojue was going crazy. First, he never did anything wrong, and second, he never stole. How could good things not happen to him? No one would believe him when he said things like time travel, it's so obvious. He must be an orphan without a father and a mother who is easy to bully, right?

Shen Mojue rolled up his sleeves, quickly climbed out of bed, sneaked to the door, and looked out through the crack of the door.The bamboo grove in the courtyard is secluded, and the shadows of flowers are like snow. Under the soft sky, a cyan figure walked in from outside the moon arch.

Shen Mojue jumped up immediately, turned around and ran towards the window, the sound of pushing the door suddenly sounded, it was already too late, he slid under the bed like a loach.

His ankle accidentally touched the foot of the bed, and his scalp numb from the pain. Shen Mojue quickly covered his mouth and shook his feet gently.

pain!It hurts so much!

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching the big bed, Shen Mojue's eyes widened, and a pair of cyan satin shoes suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The owner of the shoes paused and stopped.

Suddenly, a light flashed in front of his eyes, but the bed sheet that was almost dragged on the ground was violently lifted by the man.

Shen Mojue made a decisive decision, ignoring the pain in his feet, and jumped out from under the bed, holding a teapot that came over the table just now, and slammed it at the person.

Su's aura is so fierce and his speed is so fast that an ordinary person would never be able to avoid it, but Shen Mojue never thought that the man in front of him was not an ordinary person at all.

The man blinked his eyes, Shen Mojue's hand was empty, and a good teapot suddenly turned into a pile of powder.Not only was the teapot gone, but even he himself seemed to be entangled by countless invisible threads, and it was difficult to move his wrist, let alone run away when he saw something wrong.

After a while, Shen Mojue let out an earth-shattering cry: "Oh my god, I met a ghost."

The man suddenly grabbed his wrist, threw him on the bed with a slam, and said in a low voice: "A mortal without insight."

Seeing him leaning over, Shen Mojue quickly tightened his neckline, stared at a pair of bulging eyes, and said angrily: "Beast, don't come over, the young master will not follow!"

Lang Yanshu: "..." He seemed to understand the reason why the plot would collapse.

"What if I have to come over?" Lang Yanshu leaned forward with a dark face, stretched out his hand to lift his chin, stared closely at his eyes, and whispered ambiguously in his ear with a low voice.

"...Then I will reluctantly obey you." Shen Mojue loosened his neckline, with a righteous expression on his face, "Come on, man, I will never back down."

Lang Yanshu: "..." He seemed to have seen the integrity crumble to the ground.

Shen Mojue saw that he was not moving, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but this smile was hidden deep, so Lang Yanshu, who was mourning his integrity, didn't notice it.

"Hey, did you use spells just now, right? Are you a fairy?" Just after being quiet for a while, Shen Mojue crackled and started talking again, reading the Langyan book with an expression of admiration, his eyes filled with pink bubbles , hugged his arm, "God, take me as a disciple, I'm very smart, I can learn everything at once."

Lang Yanshu silently pushed his body away, pulled out his arm, and said in a low voice, "I don't accept disciples."

"Then accept me as your younger brother." The young man suggested enthusiastically.

Lang Yanshu: "..." Is this really going to follow the rhythm of the plot?

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as if you agreed. My younger brother's surname is Shen, and his name is Mo Jue. He is black jade, which is easy to remember. I don't know how to call him?" The young man patted him on the shoulder familiarly, and said face smile.

"Langyan book."

Shen Mojue was stunned for a moment, and then applauded: "Good name! How about I call you Brother Lang from now on?"

"As you wish." Lang Yanshu said lightly.I thought to myself, why did I agree to him?Shouldn't people be thrown out of Lang's house before all the plot happened?Or hand it over to fourth uncle for disposal.

Shen Mojue has been watching the expression on his face, and seeing that his expression is cloudy and uncertain, his heart skipped a beat, thinking, no, could it be that he suddenly regretted and wanted to hand himself over?

That must not be possible!

So Shen Mojue quickly hugged Lang Yanshu, holding him tightly like a koala.Just kidding, someone who is not familiar with the place of birth, and smashed the fruit of others, if he is sent out, he will die!

You must hold on tightly to the thigh of the fairy!