What should I do if the heroine escapes from the book?

"You hit the wall yourself, why do you think it was me... oh~ I'll do it, I'll do it..."

"That's how I wrote it, to give readers amusement. How do you know that the dignified Tribulation Tribulation cultivator will really be so stupid that he bumps his head up... Ouch~ He's not stupid, he's not stupid..."

"How do you want to die? Can you die happily...Ouch~"

"In the future? How dare you do it in the future? Ouch~"

"boom!"

Chu Getai stuck to the wall and slowly slid down.

Qiu Wuji clapped his hands as if there was dust on them, and said in a cool tone: "Hey, this golden bell is well practiced, and it didn't hurt even if it hit the wall."

Chu Ge was also a little surprised. He didn't feel any pain when he hit the wall. How long had he been practicing the golden bell to be so effective? Of course, for the sake of Zhen Fugang, he still said harshly: "That's because the master taught me well, but it can't compare to the master's grace when he hits the stone door. He hits the wall so beautifully..."

Qiu Wuji gnashed his teeth: "Do you really think I don't dare to beat you hard?"

"Hiss~ Stop pinching. If you pinch the golden bell again, it will be so big..."

"Isn't this very good, it will help you practice how to prevent pinching with the Golden Bell Shield." Qiu Wuji sneered: "I carefully checked the Golden Bell Shield exercises. It said above that it is designed to prevent needle sticks with sharp objects or heavy blows with blunt objects. , you need different exercise modes, I have customized a set of practice methods for you, get up!"

Chu Ge climbed up carefully: "What method?"

"Ton"!

A durian hit Chu Ge on the head.

Chu Ge: "?"

Qiu Wuji glanced up and down his arm and said with satisfaction: "Look, is this training for blunt force blows and needle protection?"

Chu Ge: "..."

The next moment, several durians came from the corner, one hit them on the stomach, the other hit them on the back, and rolled up and down.

"Pfft!" Chu Ge's eyes bulged out: "This is murder..."

He didn't even say the word "husband", he said "ton ton" twice, and two more durians hit his left and right shoulders.

"Don't move." Qiu Wuji said with a smile: "If you are squirming around because of the durian prick, you will lose the meaning of exercise, so you must stay still and use your golden bell to hold it hard. This on your head and shoulders If one of the three durians rolls down, you will be stabbed for half an hour longer. If all three of them roll down, you will be stabbed all night."

Chu Ge felt no pain at all, but his whole body felt like being bitten by countless ants. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't bully me because I don't understand. Are you torturing me under the pretense of serving the public good for your own benefit?"

Qiu Wuji rolled his eyelids and looked at the ceiling: "I am the monk who has overcome the tribulation, you are just making up stories. Think clearly about who you should listen to when you want to practice."

Chu Ge: "..."

Qiu Wuji added: "Even if the durian is no longer rolling in my belly, I will still be able to carry it on my head and shoulders."

"Why is this?"

"Exercise your balance and stability." Qiu Wuji pointed to the messy furnishings in the room: "You have been practicing your body movements for the past two days. Do you feel that it is unstable if you speed up a little, and it is easy to twist and fall?"

She moved the coffee table: "You knocked the coffee table crooked, don't you feel it?"

After hearing this, Chu Ge began to feel that it made sense, so he asked: "Is it possible that I also need to practice the lower leg with a horse step?"

"That's the training method of mortal warriors. We don't need such crude methods."

"...What kind of foreign method is it to top a durian?"

"It's just to find a sense of balance for you. You are energetic. Once you find this feeling, you can leave a mental imprint and self-adjust your body. I don't think it will take long. What others are looking for is muscle memory, but what you are looking for is a mental imprint. As for the muscle building itself, the golden bell can provide it, and it makes sense for you to run.”

After hearing this, Chu Ge felt more and more professional. He looked at the durians on his left and right shoulders with a grimace, and then at the one still rolling around on his belly. He froze his head and said nothing.

You can't even move your head, there's still one on your head.

Seeing the way he was holding the durian in his arms, Qiu Wuji turned his head and quietly raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Lied to you.

Well, it’s not entirely a lie. The effect is there, but it could have been done using other methods without having to do this.

The reason why I use this... is because some people have said that kneeling on durian is a good way to teach (men) a lesson. Just kneel down, but there is no problem in supporting durian...

Qiu Wuji was in a good mood and was tidying up the house: "You've knocked me everywhere and it's ugly. It's a shame you can live on your own."

Chu Ge really didn't think it was a big deal if the coffee table was crooked or the things on it were messy, but when he saw Qiu Wuji sorting things out, he still felt soft in his heart and didn't want to talk, even with the durian on his head. It feels softer.

Of course, Qiu Wuji didn't tidy up much manually, and most of the places were as clean and neat as new after being swept by her spiritual thoughts. Qiu Wuji, who was in a good mood, simply cleaned up the curtains, windows, walls and ceilings that hadn't been washed in a long time. Even the light bulbs were shining brightly. The whole house had a brand new look and a fresh fragrance.

You wouldn’t know without comparison. Chu Ge originally thought his house was quite tidy, but now he suddenly felt that the house he lived in before was almost like a doghouse.

Qiu Wuji touched his chin and looked around for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's too vulgar."

Chu Ge said helplessly: "I never wrote about how fairy-like your house is."

"It's precisely because you didn't write it that you can be immortal. If you wrote it, you would be hopeless."

Chu Ge: "..."

"I'm going to move two flowers and plant them tomorrow. The jasmine downstairs is very good, and the roses are also growing well..."

"No, that's public property, you can't take it back."

Qiu Wuji wondered: "Is this considered public property?"

"Well, you can either go to the wild to pick wild ones, or you can just buy potted plants. It's simple and clear."

Qiu Wuji knows that you need to buy well-maintained potted plants, but it just feels like a waste. She thought about it and shook her head: "I'll go to the countryside tomorrow. Also, buy some rice paper..."

"Why did you buy this?"

"Get some calligraphy and painting. I know it's probably quite expensive. Can I do some calligraphy myself?"

Chu Ge burst into tears: "Even if you live ten thousand..."

Qiu Wuji stared.

Chu Ge immediately changed his mind: "Well, even if you are omnipotent and can write and draw by yourself, don't you still have to frame it? This is just a rental house, you can just make a living, why bother..."

"Who wants to work with you?" Qiu Wuji said: "This is my own place to live. At least I have to feel comfortable."

Chu Ge was startled, then suddenly grinned: "You are right."

Qiu Wuji knew what he was thinking just by looking at De Xing. He turned around and went back to his room angrily: "I'm going to play on the computer. You continue to do it. You're practicing for yourself. Don't be lazy."

"Okay, okay, I know..." Chu Ge felt strange. Sometimes he felt like he had a daughter, and sometimes he felt like he had a mother.

To sum it up, does it mean she is called my wife?

Well, you can't say this. If you say it, you will be hammered to death.

Over there, before Qiu Wuji reached his room, the doorbell rang outside.

She was stunned: "Are you ordering takeout? Or are you delivering liquefied petroleum gas?"

"It's only been a while since I needed to change the liquefied gas..." Before Chu Ge could finish his words, he heard the sound of the key being inserted into the door, and the door was opened directly.

Chu Ge: "?"

Qiu Wuji: "?"

Zhang Qiren stepped inside: "I forgot that I didn't leave my key, haha, Chu... eh?"

He subconsciously backed out and looked up at the door number and the keys in his hand, his eyes full of confusion.

You're right! But why does this house look different? It still smells good...

Then he saw a very beautiful woman staring at him with an evil expression, murderous intent in her eyes.

This woman looks familiar too, she was the "female fan" who showed up at the dinner just now.

Zhang Qiren's eyes flickered and he saw Chu Ge standing there stupidly with a durian on his head.

Fuck fans for real!

Zhang Qiren said sadly: "I thought it was me who betrayed the class, but I never thought it was you who really betrayed the revolution!"

Thanks to Mr. Qiang for killing me again.

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