quickly transmigration bl : cute devil

Arc 1. 11 : Grab the protagonist's Luck

The scene was in turmoil, and Qing Yun was still standing on the ring, so his every move was projected by the huge screen behind him. But no one can understand how he caught the bullet.

"You...you yell at me! Is this filming?" One person stunned and pulled the sleeves of the people around him, only to find that the man was also dull.

"What is the situation? Is this gun a real gun? Is the bullet a real bullet?"

Everyone is unclear, so in their view, this bullet is like falling into his hands.

Not only did the audience feel awkward, but the old man who had been clamoring for the teacher was quiet and quiet, and looked up at Qingyun on the ground.

"First...congenital?" Gu Jiazhu was like Parkinson, and his hair was shaking all over his body. The stool under his body was screamed by the "嘎吱嘎吱" he brought.

Whether it's a vain footstep or a superficial weapon, it's all explained! Qingyun actually reached the innate...

What did he do before? I want to let my granddaughter grab a target with a congenital warrior? The family owner shivered.

Blocking the heat weapon, the ancient martial arts defaulted to this is the thing that can be achieved innately. At this time, everyone has reacted, or looked at Qingyun with enthusiasm or fear.

Nie Chenyuan walked over to Qingyun and swept him from head to toe before he let go of his heart. Although he knew that it was not a problem to escape the bullets with Qing Yun's cultivation, he couldn't help but shrink at that moment.

Qingyun looked up at him and kissed him and threw the bullets at him. The two men walked side by side.

At this moment, I looked at the intimate backs of the two people. No one dared to say that Qingyun was greedy for wealth and his motives were not pure.

Just kidding, Qingyun is a congenital martial artist. Which family does not give money, and what kind of wealth does he care for? Also, taking Nie Chenyuan's hand to avenge his father, is Qingyun a person who is enough to sweep the ancient martial arts?

Several of the people in the private room had a few hot teas and finally slowed down. The family refused and endured, but they still couldn't hold back and pointed at Nie Songping's swearing: "You're a real thing, not a thing, even in I have a congenital family at home, and I still have a pitiful slap in the face!"

"Yes is." Nie Songping sneered two times, like a cloud of light and light forgiveness, but in reality secretly grasped the armrests of the chair to stabilize his body that almost slipped down.

He only knows that Qingyun is the day after tomorrow. He didn't know the innateness when he arrived. There was a grandson who had unwittingly reached the innate family. No, Sun Hao, he was very helpless...

The Guwu Conference ended very early, but when Nie Chenyuan returned to Niejia, it was already late at night, and the lights in the Qingyun House had long been turned off.

He pulled the button on the neckline and walked upstairs. It is really a sudden emergence of a congenital martial art who is too sensational, these people do not dare to harass Qingyun, his grandfather and the old tyrannical sneaked early. Therefore, Nie Chenyuan was helpless and could only stay with this group of people and deal with Lin Mu and Lin Yuhao.

This is not a big deal. It's a coincidence that the old man actually guessed the fact that Nie Chenyuan also advanced to congenital. In order to smother him, Nie Chenyuan had a lot of thoughts.

He set foot on the last stairs and was about to go to the room of Qingyun. When he looked up, he saw the old butler standing respectfully on the corner and reaching out to block his direction.

"Chen Shu, why are you still here so late?" Nie Chenyuan frowned.

Chen Guanjia smiled at him and said: "The lord told me that you must look at the young master, and you must not let you disturb Mr. Qing's rest."

"..."

Nie Chenyuan gritted his teeth, who is his grandson!

Qingyun noticed that there was some movement at the window, and slowly opened his eyes in the darkness. He looked up and saw that Nie Chenyuan had climbed in from the window. He reached out and turned the light on, frowning at Nie Chenyuan and asked, "How come in from here?"

Outside the window, the breeze blows, Qingyun just smells a little bit of wine on Nie Chenyuan, and suddenly his eyes flashed dissatisfied: "Go out, wash and come over."

As early as he guessed his reaction, Nie Chenyuan took off his clothes and took them all out of the window. He has been "singing in the air" for more than a week. The end of the ancient Wu military conference also delayed his time in the middle of the night, how can he endure this time.

Taking off, he suddenly laughed low, and both were nostalgic and petting: "When you first met, you helped me to take off my clothes. Now I can only do it myself."

When I heard this, Qingyun also flashed a smile in his eyes, but then he arrogantly raised his chin: "Oh, I remember when you left me?"

Nie Chenyuan quickly rushed to discuss the past.

Qing Yun couldn't bear to turn a blind eye, and the doorman who opened the bathroom and pushed the bathroom forward: "Good wash, wash."

Nie Chenyuan surrounded him and brought in the bathroom: "Then you supervise me, we wash together."

The steam in the bathroom is transpiration, and after a while, a little bit of sputum is smashed.