Dressed as a villain, I became a group favorite by breaking the plot

Chapter 79 Want to eat?
"Cut leeks."

"Huh? What?" Ning Chengcong came back to his senses and looked at Qi Yue in confusion, "Cut leeks?"

"Cutting leeks is just a way of saying it in the secular world."

Qi Yue glanced at him, and then a flash of contempt and ridicule flashed in her eyes, "Some people are jealous of the opportunity of being a child of destiny, and instead of practicing seriously, they come up with some crooked ideas.

Try your best to get the Son of Destiny to the front first, and then send people to keep an eye on the Son of Destiny. As soon as the whereabouts of Opportunity are discovered around them, those people will pounce on the Son of Destiny like locusts. "

"...until they coax the Son of Destiny into confusion, then those people will ask for opportunities from the Son of Destiny."

What kind of beauty trap, heroes saving beauties, civet cats for princes...

Ning Chengcong was stunned for a moment after hearing this, but just as he was hearing the wonderful point, Qi Yue suddenly stopped talking. He said stupidly:

"They asked, will the Son of Destiny be given to me?"

Qi Yue raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes full of, are you a fool?Not only did she explain everything clearly, but she also asked her questions that already had obvious answers.

"Hehe, that..."

Ning Chengcong, who felt guilty when she saw it, touched his nose, and then said innocently, "Didn't I think which storybook you got this from?"

Monks have always pursued the great path and paid little attention to others.

But sometimes, a life that is too long will make monks occasionally yearn for life in the mortal world.

Therefore, a group of monks played tricks on all kinds of entertainment activities suitable for both refined and elegant tastes, such as dance competitions in the flower house, poetry gatherings, and banquets.

And because of the spirit of excellence among those monks, some monks accidentally found their way in these side fields.

At this point, the entertainment industry in the world of immortality has reached its peak, but it is definitely not worse than modern times.

And the book of words Ning Chengcong said is not the kind of mythical novel that is made up by imagination in the secular world.

Most of them are real experiences of monks.

Although not all monks have the habit of recording personal experiences, some low-level monks, especially casual cultivators, will inevitably encounter some dangers or unexplainable adventures when they go out.

On the one hand, they write travel diaries just in case. If something unexpected happens to them, this travel diary can be left to their children or relatives so that they can follow the path of immortality in the future. This is also an intangible wealth.

On the other hand, major sects or some forces with limited connections will specifically collect the travel notes of casual cultivators.

Because the sect has to bear the cultivation resources of many disciples, they often need to develop some secret realms to maintain the long-term development of the sect. Since there are so many casual cultivators, the sect can always find what they want from their few words.

As for those family forces with limited connections, they will collect travel notes of casual cultivators. To put it bluntly, they want to expand their sources of information.

Because they don't have special information channels like the big sects, collecting travel notes from casual cultivators is not only a low-cost payment, but perhaps because of this, they can also make friends with some casual cultivators with great potential.

Of course, the possibility of the latter is relatively small, but it is not without such examples in the world of immortality. For example, the Jin family, the leader of Xingyun Trading Company, relied on such kindness to grow from an unknown small family. He became the top leader of Xingyun Trading Company.

Even relying on Elder Meng, they also have a lot of say in the All Souls Alliance.

That's what I said above, but not everyone is like those big sects who can use mantras or other means to test whether the travel notes brought by casual cultivators are true or false.

What's more, some people are interested in the profits. In order to earn spiritual stones, they will include the travel notes in the book regardless of whether they are true or false, and then sell them privately.

And these are the activities of the people below.

So what Ning Chengcong said later is not without some truth.

"Besides, with such a low-level calculation, as long as those sons of luck are not fools, how could they not see that they are being plotted?"

"Yes, that's right." Qi Yue asked coldly, "So what if they saw that it was a calculation? Why do you think they put the Son of Destiny under their noses?"

Sometimes even if the children of luck know that it is a trap, they still have to jump in. This is the brilliance of those people.

It is difficult for a child of fate to willingly give up his chance even though he knows it is a scheme.

But when they know that they are in danger and only give away the opportunity they have in order to gain temporary peace, wouldn't they hesitate when faced with the tearful eyes of their relatives and friends?
After all, children of destiny are still humans, not gods.

Ning Chengcong was slightly dumbfounded. What else did he want to argue?

"But, didn't you just say that only if the children of destiny are willing, they can..."

Ning Chengcong frowned, and now he almost realized it.

How did Qi Yue know these things?

Looking at him with suspicious eyes, Qi Yue looked calm and continued to explain: "Children of destiny are just lucky, but the world of immortality depends on strength after all."

As long as the person who robbed the opportunity of the Child of Destiny was not punished by God, he would not say that his cultivation level would skyrocket in a short period of time after receiving the opportunity of the Child of Destiny, but at least he would definitely be able to surpass his peers by a large margin.

In addition, the Son of Luck is indeed powerful, but he has not grown up. No matter how powerful he is, he is just a low-level monk with better luck than others.

As long as those people keep a close eye on them, they will take advantage of the Son of Luck if they have nothing to do. Without the chance, the Son of Destiny will not be able to improve his strength, so it is not a fantasy to seek revenge from them.

Moreover, whoever said anything about honey traps and bitter meat schemes must be low-level schemes.

Maybe those children of luck will fall into this trap?

Thinking of the heroine and her best friend Ji Yunshang, Qi Yue couldn't express her anger.

They are all idiots who are more blind than the other. If a man shows weakness casually, they will suddenly become soft-hearted towards them.

Qi Yue decided that when she got back, she would find a few more handsome men to wash their eyes.

Xu Mo, Ji Yunshang: ...That’s not necessary!

The two of them were arguing here, but they didn't actually ignore the movements around them.

A gust of cold air blew over, and both of them shuddered. Then the next moment, they unanimously chose a direction to escape.

A dark shadow appeared in the original place, and there was a pit on the ground, and the bright mirror in the pit was shining with the moonlight.

In the moonlight reflection, a ghostly figure could be faintly seen, which was the face of a middle-aged man.

Seeing Qi Yue and Ning Chengcong choose to run away without thinking, the ghostly blurred faces seemed to show a little anger.

But there were pursuers behind him, so he didn't think much about it. The black shadow rolled up the mirror again and chased Ning Chengcong.

The young master fell into their hands and survived.

No, he cannot be allowed to appear alive in front of those high-level monks in the Zanghai Realm.

Just when the black shadow was about to catch up with Ning Chengcong, there was a sword light, followed by a cluster of gorgeous strange fire.

The sword light opened the black shadow and was about to touch the corner of Ning Chengcong's body. Although the differentiated alien fire had no owner to guide it, it was driven by instinct and was about to pounce on it.

Ning Wuhong noticed this and swung out several sword energy to entangle the black shadow.

He was no longer in a hurry to kill the opponent. Instead, he looked at the increasingly arrogant alien fire and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

(End of this chapter)