After wearing a book, I am a scumbag

As soon as he returned to the room where he was traveling with things, Lin Qingzhou couldn't wait for a moment, and immediately drew snow with his knuckles.

Driving the tactic, the snowdrift turned into water in the barrel, and he recited the mantra again, warming it until curling white smoke came out.

Afterwards, he took off all his clothes, stepped into the barrel, and sank.

until the water reaches the top of the head.

In this way, the sticky and uncomfortable feeling on his body disappeared a bit.

......

When he first watched "Qing Qing", he complained that the collective IQ of the supporting roles was not high, and he always did some actions to lower the intelligence to set off the image of the protagonist.

Unexpectedly, when he was in this scene, he was still put together.

The curse that Fu Xun cast on him, according to what he said, should be the curse of destroying alchemy.

When the time is up, if the curse is not solved, the pain will be unbearable as if the golden core is brittle.

The golden core will not really shatter, but it will also be tortured out of human form, and the pain will cause you to lose your sanity, and you will lose all reason...

He frowned, and while he was in a daze, the door of the room was pushed open with a bang, "Brother Qingzhou, Lian Yu actually bit back—"

Since the two became close and acquainted, Wen Tang did not treat him strangely, and never knocked on the door when he entered the room.

Immediately, he barged in majestically.

Faced with the previous situation, the words in his mouth stopped abruptly, his whole face flushed red, he stared blankly at Lin Qingzhou for a moment, then he didn't dare to look at him again, his heart beat quickly, he looked away, and said, "I... ....I did not do it on purpose......"

Lin Qingzhou didn't care much, and said lightly: "What's wrong with Lian Yu?"

"I'll come back later."

Wen Tang acted as if he hadn't heard, and hurriedly closed the door, as if fleeing, leaving like a gust of wind.

Lin Qingzhou looked at his repeated actions, and then thought about his many performances recently, and couldn't help feeling a little suspicious in his heart.

As if infected by Han Qi, Wen Tang's behavior has become elusive recently.

......

He Ming Jiu Gao.

Han Qi stood in front of the table where the incense was wafting, with his elbows hanging over his brush, he was concentrating on sketching something carefully on the paper.

The white inner lining under the black wide sleeves has some blue stains, which should have been accidentally stained.

His deep and narrow eyebrows and eyes are soothing and soft, less than the usual sternness. Although his thin lips are tightly pursed, they have a slight upward curve.

At this time, a Taoist boy dressed in blue clothes and a velvet hat, with a red face from the cold, hurried through the winding corridor and ran towards the room.

Outside the door, however, he suppressed his eager description, bowed his head and said respectfully:

"Son."

The pen in Han Qi's hand was still sketching carefully, without raising his head: "Come in."

He lowered his head and walked to Han Qi's desk, without daring to glance around, he just presented a letter with both hands: "My lord, a letter from Shangjing."

For a long while, Han Qi neither received the letter nor said anything.

The little Taoist boy stood with his head bowed, maintaining the posture of presenting the letter. He hadn't heard the order for a long time, and he didn't dare to move even with back pain.

This is already the fourth letter from Shangjing this month. The first one was read and the young master threw it away, and the second letter was also the same. The third one did not receive the connection, let alone open it. With a frown of sword eyebrows, he casually made a tactic between his fingers.

The letter in his hand instantly ignited flames, almost scalding his hand.

Xiao Daotong held the fourth letter in his hand, like holding a hot potato.

His eyes rolled anxiously, not knowing what the Young Master would do with the letter, he secretly raised his eyes to glance at Han Qi, only to see the Young Master staring at the letter in his hand with a stern look, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He looked back, and on the way back down, he accidentally glanced at the rice paper on the table.

The young master is good at Danqing, but he seldom writes, and even less after he entered the Taoist school.

He couldn't help being a little curious, and stared.

On the yellowish rice paper, there are verdant trees and pavilions like a cover, where there are luxuriant branches and leaves, a person is dressed in white, sitting on a thick branch, with his back against the tree trunk, and the blue hair over his waist is like a waterfall, slightly messy by the wind..... .

Why does this person look a little familiar, even if I look backwards, I can't see clearly...

Suddenly, the rice paper rolled into a roll very quickly by itself.

Xiao Daotong was stunned, and raised his head to meet Han Qi who was pinching the formula, and his cold gaze...

He was so frightened that he quickly fell to his knees with a plop, "My lord, I was wrong..."

Han Qi didn't answer, his fingers moved slightly, and a talisman flew out from his sleeve, immediately stuck to Xiaodaotong's eyelids, and then disappeared.

Xiao Daotong's crying was about to shake the beams of the house: "Why is it suddenly dark, ahh, I can't see... I can't see...I haven't married a wife yet, woo woo woo woo... ...."

Han Qi understated: "The talisman of blindness, twelve hours."

After finishing speaking, he no longer cared about Xiaodaotong's ghostly crying and howling, he walked out of the room, and walked away with his sword.

......

As dusk approached, Lin Qingzhou came back from Zuowangting, feeling the unstoppable hunger in her belly again.

Gathering his energy, he started a new round of deep breathing meditation, sitting cross-legged on the couch in the house, clasping his hands empty, in the inner mansion, there was a cycle of luck.

Instead of eating, practice mental methods.

Not long after Fang entered into samadhi, the long-lost system, which he had almost forgotten, was caught off guard by a voice in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Immediately, he pulled his attention from the samadhi and listened attentively. At the same time, he felt a sense of ominous premonition in his heart.

[Host, the third anti-OOC task is now released, please pay attention to receive it. 】

finally coming?

I hope that the difficulty factor of the task is not too high, such tasks as blocking swords and healing wounds are still acceptable, as long as they don't kill their lives, it's easy to say, although the process is a bit thrilling.

There is also peeking at the shower, the shame is a little bit of shame, it’s good to be stubborn, it’s just a matter of a few minutes...

[The third OOC prevention task, the host and Han Qi slept together all night, task time: Tonight, please don't miss the task time, complete the task in time. 】

Sure enough, the system tricked him tirelessly.

Sleeping on the same bed with Han Qi all night? !

a whole night? !

Still tonight!

He has always been unafraid to speculate on the hot chicken system of 233 with the worst malice, but he still underestimated its shamelessness.

In the previous second OOC prevention task, the healing task, the system took him into a pit with vague words, and sent him to the poisonous Han Qi, and was almost eaten dry by the delirious Han Qi.

Unexpectedly, 233 was too lazy to make a detour this time, completely abandoning the bottom line, and shamelessly asked him to climb Han Qi's bed directly.

Last time Han Qi was not sober, but this time when Han Qi's rationality was online, he managed to sleep with him!

Regardless of whether you can climb it or not, even if you do...

Recently, Han Qi had a bad relationship with Han Qi, and Han Qi found him more and more unpleasant, and when he frequently found fault...

It is absolutely impossible to be hit, probably will be beaten! !

The difficulty factor is five stars plus, and it may be life-threatening.

"233 system, I beg you to be an individual!"

[Host, your request is a little too much, 233 is not a human being, so it can't be done. 】

Lin Qingzhou remained expressionless, silently pointing the middle finger at 233 in her heart.

"If you fight with Han Qi on the bed, as long as you keep your feet on the bed, is it considered as completing the task?"

[There are also many types of fights, depending on what kind of fight it is. 】233 explained carefully.

There are many types of fights?

What do you mean, is it divided into using the sword or using the hands, so which one can be considered as a pass?

Lin Qingzhou was about to ask, but system 233 began to urge her urgently.

[Host, the mission target Han Qi has left Fuyu Mountain and is moving fast. The destination is unknown. Please follow the host immediately. 】

Ok?

Has Han Qi left Fuyu Mountain?

But the curse of destroying the pill can't be solved, and the curse cast by the old man can only be solved by the old man...

It's really a leak in the house that happened to rain in the night.

Under the balance between the two, Lin Qingzhou made a decisive decision, made a decision, went out to guard the sword, and chased in the direction prompted by the system against the wind and snow.

Isn't it just like the pain of broken pills, and it's not true that the golden pills are broken, so I can bear it...

Probably just bear with it.

But if you don't complete the anti-OCC task, you will die, and you can only be ruthlessly repatriated to the original world...

The night is getting darker, and the fine snow is gradually stopping.

Lin Qingzhou followed the system prompts, Yujian kept moving, and the map showed that Han Qi had not stopped moving forward.

What are you doing, won't you fly overnight?

If Han Qi doesn't land, then how can he sleep with Han Qi and complete the task.

Unexpectedly, one day he would feel worried because he couldn't climb into Han Qi's bed.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind, and he took another cup of tea. The system map showed that Han Qi finally stopped moving and stopped.

At the same time, Lin Qingzhou's inner mansion was as painful as being pierced by thousands of knives at the same time.

He immediately groaned in pain, his fingers trembled, and he almost stumbled and fell off the Snow Song.

Is it Haishi yet?

Damn old Buxiu, this Breaking Pill Curse is so violent...

The pain was unbearable, he gritted his teeth so much that it seemed as if he was about to come out of his body.

The pain in my mind went blank, and there was only one thought left, I must not fail the mission!

Gradually, his vision also became blurred, and his kneading fingers trembled.

Although the sword under his feet swayed all the way, up and down, but the direction was always firm, heading towards the place where Han Qi fell.

Go to the capital, Han Mansion.

The roof tiles on the eaves were covered with a layer of white fluffy catkins.A cold wind was blowing, making the red lanterns in front of the hall shake and tremble.

The red silk hanging by Zhu Zhu was even more brilliant red like fire by the lights, and the overwhelming joy weakened the coldness outside the house by a bit.

In the spacious and bright hall, the candles were brightly lit, the crowds were crowded, and there were piles of high-spirited talks, and there were countless delicacies on jade plates on the table.

There are prominent figures in Shangjing, and they are gathered here today.

The marriage of the second son of the Han family is also a grand event in the capital.

The current ruler of the Han family, Han Cen, was surrounded by the crowd with a happy face, submerged in all kinds of loud congratulations and cup exchanges.

Tonight, I don't know how many deals he can make by taking advantage of the situation, and what jaw-dropping profits he can get.

Han Qi didn't care about this.

He stood behind Zhu Zhu, neither happy nor angry, he just looked at the second young master Han who was holding a wine glass and dressed in a bright red wedding dress, and gave a cold salute.

Squeezing the formula in his hand, a red wooden box instantly appeared in Han Li's sleeve.

He had personally delivered the promised wedding gift.

The uproar in this room really has nothing to do with him, and there is no need for him to stay any longer.

He turned and left.

Han Li's sleeves sank, and he quickly took out the red wooden box. If he felt something, he looked out of the hall from a distance, but there was no one in sight.

He put down the wine cup, without saying a word, left the noisy and lively room, and chased after him outside the hall.

......

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so badly.

Apart from pain, there is no other more vivid feeling.

Double images began to appear in front of Lin Qingzhou's eyes, the aura of the inner mansion was in chaos, his figure was crooked, and he fell directly from the Snow Song.

Neifu was in severe pain, his body fell heavily, and his limbs were so painful that they were numb.

He lay on his stomach in the cold snow and groped for a long time, until his trembling fingers touched the sword and Yin Xue.

Holding the ground with his sword, he stood up with difficulty.

Looking up, in the blurred vision, the red lanterns were hanging high in front of the gate of Han's Mansion.

Find Han Qi and complete the task.

Apart from this, there was no other thought in his mind.

He walked towards the cold mansion unsteadily, and just a few steps away, he stumbled and was about to fall to the ground, his waist tightened, one hand grabbed him from behind, and he walked back fishing.

"Why are you here?"

Behind him, a familiar voice came from above his head.

This sound used to sound extremely annoying.

Lin Qingzhou heard the sound at this moment, but seemed to see the dawn of hope.

He pulled Han Qi's sleeves, stabilized his figure, turned around, and faced Han Qi.

The severe pain in the inner palace made it impossible for him to focus his sight.

He raised his head and stared at Han Qi for a long while.

"what happened to you?"

Han Qi also saw that he was abnormal, and asked with a frown.

Lin Qingzhou's forehead drooped and touched Han Qi's chest.

He could pass out from the pain at any moment, but the task could only be done tonight.

All the thoughts in my mind are just a simple and rude sentence:

"Sleep with me overnight."