I'm really not immortal

Chapter 80
The next morning.

Zhao Qingchan gasped and got up from the bed.

He ran two small Sundays last night, thinking about the 'relic' all the time in his head, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Brother Chan scratched his hair, and suddenly glanced at the bronze mirror.

"Hiss, you're handsome again!" Zhao Qingchan washed her face in a happy mood, and used a speed unimaginable for ordinary people to disguise herself.

Ok.

Xu Changqing's appearance is not as good as his body, but he is also handsome in a different way.

If the main body is as handsome as a fairy, Xu's avatar is the most handsome of mortals.

Afterwards, he tossed and tossed his waist-length hair before he put on the expensive top-quality silk robe and left the bedroom.

no way.

Compared with those players who stay up late for liver tasks and move bricks.

His life is so simple, low-key, and boring.

But this is at home, otherwise he wouldn't bother to remove his disguise, and it's normal not to wash his face for a few days.

Next.

Zhao Qingchan just walked into the side hall.

The servant girl's voice also followed: "Young master is here, serve."

next moment.

Many maidservants and servants with quick hands and feet brought breakfast to the table.

Zhao Qingchan took the tea from Xiaohuan and took a sip.

Gollum.

After swirling the tea in his mouth a few times, he spit it into the bucket beside him.

He dislikes and is too lazy to use a toothbrush made of pig hair.

It is also because his teeth never turn yellow after he has the appearance of a banished immortal.

And Zhao Qingchan glanced roughly at the breakfast on the table, there were eight-treasure porridge, shredded mustard greens, small crab dumplings, pheasant melon, and small rolls with pine nuts and goose oil.

He nodded in relief, and asked someone to hand over the letters and information that had just arrived, and read them while eating.

"Well, it tastes good!"

"This small crab dumpling tastes good. Whichever chef made it, I will reward him with two taels of silver." Zhao Qingchan took a bite and couldn't help but nodded.

Xiaohuan took out the silver taels from her arms and handed them to others for rewards, while she obediently watched her son eat.

have to say.

Whether day or night.

Well, I think about it most at night.

Xiaohuan thinks that as long as she is in the Xu Mansion, no matter what she does, as long as she can watch the young master every day is enough...

As for this kind of thinking, it is also the life goal of all the servant girls in the Xu Mansion.

And Zhao Qingchan's life seems extravagant, but he never wastes it. There is a lot of food, but it just satisfies the appetite of a martial artist like him.

enjoy?

Enjoyment with moderation and self-control is the greatest responsibility for yourself.

Otherwise, he earns so much money, but still hides in the deep mountains and old forests like a 'cultivation of immortals', is he sick in his heart?

If self-control is not good, it is said that self-control is not good, and so many useless gahas are made.

The effort of a stick of incense.

After Zhao Qingchan finished her breakfast, she threw the letters and information into the brazier specially designed for burning paper, and strode out of Xu Mansion.

He looked at the endless West Lake, stretched his waist, and took two deep breaths of fresh air.

at the same time.

Some players who came here especially for the name were also watching him secretly from the sidelines.

But, Zhao Shaoxia completely ignored this, he was used to it long ago, and was just thinking about how he should go to Songshan Shaolin Temple.

Because of the information he saw this morning, the monk had already been killed.

His body fell into the water near the Shaolin office just after being fished out of the West Lake.

And judging from the injuries examined by Wu.

This person had three broken ribs, his left leg was broken with a stick, there were deep scratches on his chest, and there were stab marks from a sword, and other scars were densely packed, obviously he had suffered a lot.

Unfortunately, the monk had no water in his lungs, so he died first and then was thrown into the lake.

In addition, the Shaolin Office in Yuhang Town also sent people to come, with thousands of reminders, and must let the bodyguard bureau send the relics to Shaolin.

It seems.

This dart trip is extremely dangerous.

Zhao Qingchan rubbed her chin.

The vicinity of Xu's mansion is very safe. This is his base camp. There are two first-ranks, ten second-ranks, and a lot of third-ranks, as well as various hidden weapons and organs.

Innate masters have to weigh their own abilities if they want to win treasures.

But it's not that simple on the road.

After pondering for half an hour, he still decided to take the dart himself.

There are only two people on this trip.

He and Tan Shaoyun.

Lu Chengfeng's marksmanship was good, but it didn't reach the level of combining yin and yang. The spear was too strong and wide open, not suitable for fighting with a small number of people.

After all, judging from the injuries of the monk's corpse, the enemy is good at 'sword skills' and 'hands-on kung fu', and seems to have the ability to chase and assassinate.

Tan Shaoyun, who was already good at heads-up and had improved a lot in his skills, obviously had an advantage.

Subsequently.

He glanced at the many players surrounding him, and said with a light smile, "If you guys want to join the Changqing Bodyguard Bureau, please come into the mansion. Someone is in charge of this."

"Brother Xu, don't go, you don't go, I have a question." A very cute looking female player rushed up and grabbed his sleeve tightly.

Zhao Qingchan turned her head helplessly, and saw a female player named Feng Lingling hand over a piece of paper, and looked at him with Kazilan's big Gulu eyes: "Brother Xu~, I belonged to you yesterday."

"Huh?" Brother Chan was stunned, I slept alone yesterday, don't talk nonsense.

"Oh, I joined the Changqing Escort yesterday, but now I am learning to read and write. Can you help me see what is written on this paper?"

Zhao Qingchan raised his eyebrows, and he glanced at the paper, there were twelve characters written on it, 'I love you and I love you'.

Yo?
You think I can't read?
Brother Cicada became angry immediately, he didn't expect that he still has a real black fan.

Especially female fans.

This is waiting for me to read it out, and prepare to videotape me on the forum?

Well you Feng Lingling.

I saw that you have cute big eyes like Gulu, but I didn't expect you to be quite dark inside.

Ever since, he came to Zhangkou: "飍xiu靐bing虺hui馫xin, I麍liu鲝zha爱矆huo呶naoyou朤lang."

Done.

Zhao Qingchan patted the paper in his hand, then turned away with a proud face.

The other players roughly glanced at the piece of paper.

Huh?
Is this 12 words?
Why do I only know 'I love you'?
And Feng Lingling's best friend also sighed, couldn't help but rubbed her head and said: "Hey, this is the loss of a cultural person."

"..." Everyone was speechless, you are so right.

Well, Brother Cicada didn't think much about it.

But someone really recorded it into a video and uploaded it to the forum.

Coupled with his arrogant and victorious little expression, he once again attracted countless fans.

Players on the forum talked a lot and gave him a lot of nicknames.

What are "Brother Tsundere Xu", "Cute Mr. Xu", "Xu Wenhua", "Xu Literacy" and so on.

There are also many people who made his videos and photos into emoticons.

Brother Cicada saw this scene.

He was obviously very happy, but suddenly he felt uncomfortable.

What a mess.

Because he is more handsome.

Xu Changqing is so hot.

Isn't it going to snatch away all his future female fans who are players?

"Gah, don't say it's for the Shushan faction, just say that Xu Changqing has more female fans than me, I'm going to blackmail him."

So ever.

A pot of tea, a cigarette, and a relaxing day.

online.

The cicada god blocks and kills the gods, and the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha.

In reality, if a player makes a pair, he can destroy a hundred...

Hey, it's so fierce, even if others try to come along the network cable, they can't beat him.

Really angry.

But how many people can see this kind of operation where I play myself?
Obviously, this rank has already reached an unknown level.

……

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(End of this chapter)