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“Dumbfuck author, dumbfuck novel!” With his dying breath, Shen Yuan spat this final curse.
Luo Binghe’s two eyes were as bright as morning stars—a tender shoot of a handsome young man.
“Holy shit!”
He was, indeed, very fond of this ruthlessly decisive protagonist, who was so clear-cut with who deserved his kindness and who his hatred.
“eyes like cold stars, a soft and radiant smile, with muted words and quiet laughter.”
Sayeth the System, most righteously: 【 OOC is OOC. 】
Shen Qingqiu could only say that, as expected, the brilliant protagonist truly was overwhelmingly cool, awesome, insane, and badass, with a dick longer than the heavens.
Thus did Student Luo Binghe’s colorful imagination successfully activate the Massive Fog of Misunderstandings System.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck me! He’s still wearing the poison-spiked armor!
Like, he knew that going at it with the protagonist could have cured the poison, but like he could do that! Could he? Ha ha ha ha…
“Why does Shizun keep looking at me?” he asked. “Could it be that this disciple was gone for so long that Shizun also missed him?” “I’m not allowed to look at someone I raised?” asked Shen Qingqiu.
Luo Binghe chortled. “Of course Shizun is allowed. Am I pleasing to look at?”
“Beautiful beyond comprehension?” he muttered. She wasn’t even showing her entire face. No matter how beautiful she was, could she be better-looking than him?
Luo Binghe honestly wasn’t a narcissist, he’d just always been very self-aware of how he looked to others. He didn’t gleefully revel in his appearance, but he also wouldn’t downplay it for the sake of false humility.
This really isn’t the time! Why must you be so filial at this critical juncture?! I can’t tell you that the only way to completely cure the poison is to take a trip to pound town with you, okay?!
Being so unhappy, naturally Shen Qingqiu had to go take it out on someone else.
After he spoke, everyone fell silent. The atmosphere turned a bit odd. Though he was stuck for a moment, Shen Qingqiu slowly flapped his fan twice and stiffly continued. “—he’s shixiong, Ming Fan.” Gongyi Xiao’s heart filled with conflicted feelings.

