MTL - Quick Transmigration, the Male Lead is Not Easy to Top-Chapter 235 Immortal Venerable stay safe and sound (8)

Massage-massage-stick?

Mo Qing's eyes widened, secretly wondering about this unfamiliar term. Although he didn't understand it, he subconsciously didn't like this description.

His lips pursed into a line, and what he said to Liang Yu in his heart finally felt a little uncomfortable. When he wanted to say something, Liang Yu directly sealed his lips...

Clearly the same fiery body and solid chest.

When they embraced and united, Mo Qing felt that something was different...

"Ruohuan..." Mo Qing bit her lower lip, grabbed his arms with a blushing face, and could only let out a low sob under the violent collision.

Physiological tears escaping from his eyes moistened his eyes. Looking at the boy hugging him, Mo Qing finally realized what was different. Usually, Liang Yu looked at him with fiery and intoxicated eyes during such passionate moments. .

At this time, there was nothing in the eyes that looked at him.

Unperturbed.

Mo Qing couldn't help but close her eyes, not daring to meet Liang Yu's eyes again.

Closing his eyes, he couldn't stop the pain in his heart.

Even though the injury to his immortal bone had recovered, he actually felt this pain again, but it didn't seem to be the same as the physical pain.

Listening to his murmur, Liang Yu's eyes were cold.

"Go to sleep." After it was over, Liang Yu put out the lights with the wind of his palms, and drew the curtains to make a quiet sound.

Mo Qing sensed that something was wrong in his mood, but at this time he was too tired from the torment and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

Liang Yu sat on the edge of the bed and listened to Mo Qing's steady breathing, but he felt irritable and even had the urge to light a cigarette.

Even if he knew that the male protagonist's actions were expected, the result of this affected mood was still beyond his expectations. Even though this step bored him, he still went on dutifully.

He just hates the irritability that comes with him.

I was so irritable that even this kind of bedfighting game, which I usually find interesting, began to feel boring.

Liang Yu took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out, standing on the small patio in the attic blowing the cold wind all night.

When Mo Qing woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

"Uncle Qing." A Jing heard the movement inside, and opened the door slightly and walked in, holding a basin of water in his hand, "Young Master, let me serve you, wash your face first and sober up."

A Jing took a towel and soaked it in some hot water, squeezed it dry, and handed it to Mo Qing.

"Where's Ruohuan?" Mo Qing asked lightly, frowning slightly.

Looking at the position next to his bed, it doesn't look like he's slept at all.

Didn't he sleep in the room last night?

"Young master has a guest at this time..." A Jing glanced at him with a strange expression, thought about it, and asked Mo Qing in a low voice: "Master Qing, did the son quarrel with you?"

Otherwise, why did the son suddenly accept the request of the bustard today?

Mo Qing's brows sank.

Mo Qing glanced at A Jing: "Why do you ask that?"

A Jing scratched his head and said: "Uncle Qing is good to the son on weekdays, A Jing knows that the uncle Qing still likes the son very much, but yesterday the son spent the night on the terrace, A Jing thought that the uncle Qing must have a relationship with the son. What a misunderstanding, but there will always be conflicts between these little lovers, and there will be fights between the upper teeth and the lower teeth..."

A Jing blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, I hope this uncle Qing can reconcile with the son sooner.

Mo Qing frowned slightly and stopped A Jing's words: "I don't have that kind of relationship with your son..."

A Jing was stunned for a while, looking at Mo Qing's still indifferent expression, opened his mouth to say something, but finally returned to silence, he silently walked to the door, and when he grabbed the door handle, he suddenly turned back.

A Jing left and came back, but his face was full of anger, "Everyone in the world only knows that the son-in-law is ruthless and the show is unrighteous, but the most ruthless thing in the world is none of you who think you have some stinky money to play with others. Emotional prostitutes! I thought you were different from other people, but I didn't expect that you were no different from others, but the most hateful thing about people like you is that you are clearly ruthless, you care about others, and give people meaningless hope... I bah, I thought you were some kind of vulgar immortal, but you are just a vulgar and heartless man..."

A Jing grew up in the building, and was used to seeing the faces of the guests, but at this time, she felt anger from the side of her guts, and for a while, she forgot Mo Qing's identity, and just looked at the eruption of anger.

After this scolding was finished happily, seeing Mo Qing's stunned expression, it was only then that he was afraid for a while, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

This Uncle Qing is not only rich, but the hand he used to clean up Uncle Leng is enough for him to drink a pot. If he slaps it in a fit of anger, he must not be slapped to death.

Mo Qing did not react a bit, and it was the first time he was scolded.

The person who scolded him was not Ruo Huan, whom he was ashamed of, but Ruo Huan's little servant. Being scolded by such a slapstick, he felt more and more guilty in his heart, and he still remembered that he was the uncle who spent money.

Just thinking about A Jing's words repeatedly, is this a heartbreaker?

After Ajing was over his mouth addiction, he felt uneasy for a long time, and found that Uncle Qing didn't seem to be angry and wanted to settle accounts with him. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Son is bigger.

A Jing raised his head and snorted: "In short, I won't let you bully the son, it's amazing to be rich! For a handsome and interesting person like the son, there will always be someone who knows him well, there is no need for you Hanged from a tree, the young master is seeing a rich man right now..."

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave.

His words made Mo Qing's heart tighten, and she couldn't help but stop A Jing: "You also think that your son... likes me very much?"

A Jing was a little scared at first, but after seeing him scolding him, this uncle Qing didn't respond, so he quickly climbed up the pole.

Immediately, he snorted: "Although the young master is unfortunate enough to fall into the dust, he has been in the building since he was a child, and he has been with him like everyone else. There is no problem with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and his beautiful hands have always been used to play the piano and play Xiao Xiao. Doing elegant things is not to be a kitchen mom! He rejected all other rich uncles because of you, and only served you exclusively, not what he likes. The poor son can see through the world with his eyes, but he can't get rid of himself. The vulgar made the mistake of the women in the jubilee showing their love to the prostitutes..."

Mo Qing was once again scolded by A Jing.

But he still felt that A Jing was right, and it seemed that his heart was getting more and more guilty.

The only thing that made him feel uncomfortable listening to him was that he was a prostitute. In his heart, he was different from those who sought pleasure...

"You're right, I did lose to him..." Mo Qing lowered her eyes, feeling oppressed by a sense of guilt, but no matter how much guilt, he couldn't respond to Ruo Huan.

Even, in the future, he will be used to find the Lord of God.

Ruo Huan said that he would slowly let go of his affection for him. If he knew that he would still have the heart to use him, he would be completely cold to him and even the slightest tenderness left in him.

Thinking of this result, Mo Qing felt like a big stone was stuck in his chest, making him almost unable to get up in one breath.

A Jing was dumbfounded when he heard it, this uncle Qing was called stupid by him? Did you even admit it?

Mo Qing ignored his reaction and just drifted away.

Mo Qing disappeared and came to the wing of the main building where Liang Yu was. There was a strange and mighty man sitting in the room, staring obsessively at Liang Yu who was playing the piano.

"Ruohuan, this general has been in so many brothels, but you are the only one that suits Laozi's appetite, unlike people from other places, who always like the sadness of love, love, resentment, and sadness, which is simply disgusting. "

Today's benefactor is an old general in the battlefield. He is actually only thirty years old. Liang Yu likes him, and it is rare that he is willing to accept this guest during the day.

Liang Yufu's roaring like the Yellow River, the torrents pouring, the turbulent, the murderous intent, was naturally the appetite of this kind of warrior.

Although Liang Yu has also learned the guqin, he is not proficient, and the sheet music is only found in the system, so he is not skilled, but it is enough to deal with these clients.

Liang Yu couldn't remember the person's name, but some familiar clients who listened to his nonsense and were too lazy to answer, and the Mo Qing incident made him feel a little irritable, and the speed of fingertips on the strings was getting faster and faster.

The general was secretly shocked, how could this young man have such a murderous aura?

Just listening to this made people's blood boil, and even that murderous aura had turned into substance, the gauze curtain in the room was moving without wind, and he even felt a pressure in his heart that caused his chest tightness. …

"Zheng!" The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

The general only felt a gust of wind blowing towards his face. He was subconsciously startled, and instinctively turned his head away, but heard a small creaking sound. The copper incense burner on the table next to him was like a knife cutting tofu-tofu, and the fractures were neat. The slant was broken in half and slid off the table.

The incense plate in the incense burner was also cut in half, shattered and dropped on the table, and Liang Yu's seasoned cigarette floated in the air.

The general was startled and looked up at Liang Yu.

"If Huan is ugly, you will disturb the general." Liang Yu said apologetically, but his expression was completely indifferent.

After the shock, the general came back to his senses, and finally understood why he thought this young man had such a different temperament from other brothels. He couldn't help but wonder, "If Huan has such skills, why should he be trapped in such a place? Why don't you go to the battlefield with this general to open the frontier?"

"Thank you." Liang Yu smiled slightly: "Ruohuan knows some tricks, but it's just for fun, I'm afraid I'll make fun of you when I go to the battlefield..."

The general strongly disagreed and wanted to persuade him again, but Liang Yu waved his hand.

The general sighed inwardly, these people are actually trapped in such a place, if he wants to leave, no one can keep him...

I appreciate it, but I still haven't forgotten the purpose of coming here today. In addition to the incense from the incense burner I just inhaled, my body is a little hot and fluctuating, and my eyes have some color for a while, "This general left the city for too long last time, but the road was right. Ruohuan misses it so badly that it took a long time to come back to see Ruohuan once, so I won’t talk about it today, how about Ruohuan just stay with me?”

Liang Yu's brows twitched like a smile.

These **** clients came to beg him to pick chrysanthemums, and even the general was in a "riding suit", shouldn't he be honored?

Mo Qing has been silently watching by the side.

After this observation, I found something different. It turned out that Ruohuan was like this in front of other guests... He had the kind of smirk on his face that he didn't like when he saw it on the mountain before...