I Really Don’T Want To Be The Protagonist

1042.What do you want to do

"Did you see a big "stone" over there?"

After Sagong Shenling left, Shi Qinghai opened his mouth and looked into the distance. It was the opposite side of Shi Qinghai. He walked in from Ximen. His clothes were all ancient coarse linen. Think of it as a film crew.

Especially in the middle of a crowd of coarse linen clothes, a bald old man in ragged clothes, going out to this level, may be rewarded with two coins, or expelled from the city management.

"I see, it should be called the Shi Family, and it is also a very old hermit sect. Legend has it that at the peak, the Shi Family Patriarch-Kun, stood in the world and stood in the Ninth Heaven, one of the strongest in the world."

There was a period of experience in the Bingling Shenzong. Tang Wu had dabbled in these more traditional and ancient hermit sects, saying: "It's just that in the First World War a thousand years ago, the Shi Family Patriarch was seriously injured and the Shi Family was divided. In the end, the strength was greatly lost, and it was not officially released until the last century."

"Yes, I actually have a little cause and effect with them."

Shi Qinghai wore a faint smile on his face, and this smile was more like a nostalgia: "When I broke into the secret for the first time, a disciple of the Shi family called Shi Yunxuan and I had a It's not a small entanglement."

This is the fact. On the snow-capped rocks, Shi Yunxuan of the Shi family once had conflicts with Shi Qinghai. Needless to say, Shi Yunxuan was beheaded by Shi Qinghai on the spot. This is also the forefront of Shi Qinghai's arrival in this novel world. One of the warriors.

"Did they know about it?"

Tang Wu Qiqi, according to the current strength, the Shi family is still a powerful hermit sect, but Shi Qinghai killed only one of the opponent's disciples. Tang Wu felt that the Shi family would not make a big fuss on this matter.

"Of course I don't know."

Shi Qinghai smiled and said: "At the beginning, there were not only Shijia but also a few abandoned sons from Lingshan. Lingshan was the bald donkeys sitting in the middle, sitting cross-legged and meditating. They were all moral and shameless. "

These are just things that happened more than a year ago, but he felt as if a long time had passed, longer than a long time.

At first, he was a young man who would get goose bumps when he met a snake, but now he has grown to this level.

And all of this can only be described as dreamlike.

Shi Qinghai discovered an interesting thing and said, "My wife, have you noticed that anything that contradicts me is basically a school that doesn't sound very good. If you use a more popular term to describe it," , That is—bad guy!"

Because if you think from your own standpoint and proceed from your own interests, you can easily judge whether it is good or bad.

And if it were from Qin Feng's perspective, then at this time, I was probably a heinous villain.

Tang Wu's Qishui Qiu pupil flickered, and silently moved his gaze away from the Lingshan disciples, and said, "If you think about it carefully, it does seem to make sense."

Of course, after all, I am the son of destiny... Shi Qinghai smiled and said, "Now there are several hours left, let's go to the lounge for a break first."

The first round of competition will take place after the lottery is drawn at night. This level not only considers strength, but also a small part of luck.

Because no one can guarantee what kind of opponent he will encounter.

If you lose, you will be eliminated directly.

There is no second way.

Imagine if at this time Qin Feng and Daomen Li Kunlun draw the same lottery, what would the story end?

As for Shi Qinghai himself... Shi Qinghai is not worried at all. Even if he can be owned by the system, now that he can come into this world, he has a deeper understanding of a certain fact——

That is, he is really the protagonist.

Have you ever seen the protagonist encounter an opponent in the first round and fight directly to life and death?

Haven't seen it.

The reason why Shi Qinghai wants to return to the lounge is not to adjust to his peak state, but to have some time with Tang Wu that belongs to the world of two people.

"good."

Tang Wu in a white dress is surrounded by ice and mist, and every inch of ice muscle and bones reveals a flawless charm. The oval face of a standard oriental beauty uses a dusty and refined temperament, especially her cheating Saixue The skin on his face seemed to be broken by a bomb, and there was a real fairy qi permeating his body.

Everyone knows the beauty of Tang Wu.

But no one dared to come up and strike up a conversation.

Because she is Shi Qinghai's man, it's that simple.

Regarding Tang Wu's identity, as of now, it has not been exposed. This may be the last principle in Qin Feng's heart.

Otherwise, with Tang Wu's identity as the Saintess of the Ice Spirit Sect, she would be able to stand on the cusp of the storm.

Now, in the view of the outside world, Tang Wu is nothing more than a vase next to Shi Qinghai.

In the dojo, every force has its own lounge.

And Shi Qinghai participated in the martial arts conference under the name of Longya. Strictly speaking, Shi Qinghai was still a member of Longya, so his lounge was actually shared with Qin Feng and the others.

But Tang Wu's is different.

As the only saint of the Bing Ling Divine Sect and a direct disciple of Bing Ling, she has her own separate lounge, which she also shares.

Of course, the people of the Ice Spirit God Sect also have the right to enter the lounge.

After the iris was recognized, Tang Wu took the lead in walking in.

The so-called lounge is actually quite rudimentary. There is no daily furniture in it. The materials used are suffocating. There is only a two-meter bed, and the surrounding walls are made of the same floor-specific alloy metal. At the same time, there will be an inhalation formation of Chi in each wall Kakuzu to help the warrior recover to the peak faster when he can cultivate.

The only thing that can be said to be a good place-this bed is quite comfortable to sleep in. Whether it is the feeling of the bed itself or the subjective consciousness it gives people, it can make people clearly draw the conclusion that this is a Good bed.

Taking the initiative to sit on the bed, Shi Qinghai smiled and waved to Tang Wu who was still looking in the mirror.

"Come here!"

Tang Wu was stunned. Seeing Shi Qinghai's kind of evil smile, her charming eyes turned Shi Qinghai's eyes, and her red lips lightly opened:

"You know, now my master is still in my body, what do you want to do badly?"

Shi Qinghai felt wronged and argued: "We have been together for so long, haven't I done anything to you? You are suspicious of my integrity."

Tang Wu stretched out his hands under the white skirt, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at Shi Qinghai helplessly.

From the perspective of behavioral psychology, the act of holding one's chest with both hands represents protest and alertness.

After getting along for so long, she instinctively felt that Shi Qinghai wanted to do something bad at this time.

but……

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