The Beating Daily of the Little Hierarch

Mu Yanqiu has someone he likes very much. As for when he fell in love with him and how long he has liked it, he doesn't know.

Twelve years ago, when he was only seven years old, he was brought back to the Demon Cult by the leader for the first time. At that time, he noticed the little doll carved in powder and jade, wrapped in heavy clothes into a small ball, like a small ball, How cute, even if the child stared at him unkindly.

The poor little leader really read too many stories in his spare time, and mistakenly thought that Mu Yanqiu was his father's illegitimate son outside, so he was in a dilemma everywhere, but he returned home every time, which made him even more embarrassed.

Mu Yanqiu has always had the temperament of not offending me and not offending others. Even a clay figurine has a three-point temper, let alone him, so he doesn't like this little leader very much, but after all, he is not a person who has no sense of restraint. Never going too far every time, it feels like some children are playing tricks on each other.

However, he played tricks on the little leader, how could the leader of the Biquan Sect not know, and the other party ignored the previous petty troubles, until Luo Bei added some laxatives to his medicine during a typhoid fever in Mujiazhuang, and Mu Yanqiu's health has always been very good, but this life is like a mountain fall when he gets sick. The laxative almost killed him. Mu Yanqiu also had a high self-esteem for a while, and he didn't see his situation clearly. He only felt that Luo Zhongshan was treating him Like parents and children, as long as it doesn't get too serious, it shouldn't be a big problem, but this time Luo Bei's father and his master still came to him.

"I originally wanted you to be Bei'er's sword, but..."

Luo Chongshan didn't finish his sentence, but the cold and ruthless eyes let the young Mu Yanqiu know that the future leader doesn't need a disobedient sword. After all, he is too young. It is impossible to know the purpose of the high-ranking person at a glance, so he changed from the leader's beloved disciple to Luo Bei's whetstone.

Mu Yanqiu hated Luo Bei more and more, since he was asked to be a whetstone, that's good!Who knows if a knife will be broken by a whetstone?

After that, Mu Yanqiu no longer showed mercy every time he teased Luo Bei, and it reached its peak after Luo Bei was poisoned for the first time. However, even in Luo Zhongshan, he thought that Mu Yanqiu hated Luo Bei very much, and wanted to beat Mu Yanqiu any more. During Yanqiu, Mu Yanqiu didn't hate Luo Bei that much anymore. The other party was just an idiot who didn't know anything. Was he not good enough to take anger at an idiot?It's fun to watch the other party's colorful face every time, but he still hates Luo Bei after all, after all, who would have a good impression of a person who is always at odds with the other party.As a result, the two have disliked each other for many years.

Until that year, Mu Yanqiu, who was fined to kneel down in the ancestral hall because of a mistake in his practice, did not eat for three days and three nights. Tired and hungry, he knelt in the ancestral hall to reflect on his mistakes, but he did not feel that he was wrong. It was not because he was eager for success, but because someone added ingredients to the incense, and it was because of distracted luck, and the person who added the ingredients could be imagined to be Luo Bei.

The night wind was cold, Mu Yanqiu looked at the little leader who was always against him in surprise, the other party poked his head out to look at him, Mu Yanqiu's expression darkened, the other party was gloating.

Seeing that there was no one else, Luo Bei silently leaned in the remaining half of his body. What Mu Yanqiu didn't expect was that the other party actually brought a plate of delicate peach blossom cakes in his hand.

Seeing Mu Yanqiu looking at him strangely, he glared at Mu Yanqiu several times before pushing the peach blossom cake on the plate in front of him.

Mu Yanqiu's expression was stiff. He didn't expect that Luo Bei, who always disliked him, would give him a plate of pastries. Wasn't he poisoned?

"Why don't you take the cakes? It's not good to leave an empty plate in the ancestral hall." Luo Bei suggested.

Mu Yanqiu didn't speak, but looked at Luo Bei suspiciously.

Luo Bei ran to care about his former enemy, so he didn't notice the other's expression. Seeing that Mu Yanqiu didn't answer, Luo Bei rummaged through his body on his own initiative, and only then found a brocade handkerchief embroidered for him by his mother. Carefully place the pastry on top,

Looking up, Luo Bei noticed Mu Yanqiu's surprised eyes, and was very annoyed by the eyes, "I sympathize with you, what are you looking at! I'll dig out your eyeballs!"

Luo Bei angrily threw down the cakes and planned to leave, but as if he had thought of something, he said unwillingly: "And are you stupid? There are so many foods in the ancestral hall, so what if you are very hungry and eat a little?" Yes! There are still people who dare to trouble you."

However, just after walking out of the door, Luo Bei stuck his head halfway in from the door again, "It's really not poisoned, and..." This time, the little leader put on a vicious expression again, "Would you like to eat or not?" , starve to death."

Mu Yanqiu pursed his lips, and complicated light flashed in his black eyes. He asked in a low voice, "Is it your hands and feet to add the sandalwood in my practice room?"

Now the little leader was so angry that he almost jumped up and hit someone, "What?! Mu Yanqiu, don't go too far, am I such a person without measure?" Any scapegoat.

"Oh, good." Mu Yanqiu said indifferently, with a look of walking slowly.

At that time, Luo Bei was so angry that he almost scolded himself for meddling on the way, but he didn't know that this little incident became the origin of Mu Yanqiu's feelings for him.

Mu Yanqiu poked at the warm, sweet and soft pastry in a daze, with complicated eyes, it took a long time before he smiled.

An idiot, an awkward idiot.

After coming to Biquanjiao for five years, he is very talented, a martial arts prodigy that is rare in hundreds of years.

In the eyes of outsiders, Mu Yanqiu has only been in the Devil's Sect for five years, but his martial arts has surpassed many people who have been practicing hard for more than ten or twenty years, and he is very much loved by the leader. He will definitely be the right hand of the Biquan Sect in the future. Most of the disciples are in awe of this elder brother.

Mu Yanqiu is not a deadly practitioner of kung fu, but is still very good at dealing with people, so he has made good friends with many disciples on weekdays.But when he was punished to kneel down in the ancestral hall, only the little leader with whom he had the most trouble on weekdays came. The rare warmth in the devil's religion planted a seed deeply in the heart of Mu Yanqiu, who had already seen the cruelty of the world.

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Hearing Mu Yanqiu's apology suddenly, Luo Bei was so startled that he almost fell off the boat. It was the sun coming out from the west.

He blinked, turned hurriedly and looked at Mu Yanqiu in surprise, there was no so-called sadness and melancholy in his eyes, there was a little worry in his eyes, and he asked in a daze: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing."

Luo Bei remembered that this person seemed to like him, so he guessed: "You are not unhappy because I gave that stone to a woman, are you?"

Don't say it, right in the middle.

Mu Yanqiu pursed her lips and remained silent.

Since the other party did not speak, Luo Bei had the right to assume that the other party had acquiesced. To be honest, he was a little complicated. When you find out that the person you have always regarded as your deadly enemy actually likes you, no one will be able to calm down.What's more, when you also know that your rival in love is jealous because you gave something to others, this feeling is even more difficult to express in words.

Luo Bei was a little shy, how could Mu Yanqiu be so righteously jealous!It made it...it made him feel embarrassed.

He coughed dryly, and in order not to be soured to death by a certain vinegar essence, he had no choice but to say indifferently: "That woman's name is Qiushui, well, it's the same name as your sword, and then... well... that's it Well, um, that's it." Luo Beici explained vaguely.

Luo Bei: ... I'm not explaining, it's just... just, I really can't make it up anymore, well, I just explained.

Although Luo Bei didn't make it clear after talking for a long time, Mu Yanqiu understood the meaning of the other party, and the smile on his lips grew bigger and bigger, and finally couldn't help but chuckle out loud.

Luo Bei has seen Mu Yanqiu's countless fake smiles or inadvertent smiles from the heart, but most of them are shallow smiles. He has never seen such... such a bright smile, even the laughter is like a clear spring stone High class makes people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

The heartbeat jumped again uncontrollably, as if celebrating something, completely out of Luo Bei's control.

Now Mu Yanqiu is in a good mood, but Luo Bei is in a bad mood. He feels that his sleeve may be broken...

It was a bit sudden, but it seemed to break.

Luo Bei wanted to cry, but Mu Yanqiu was indeed the biggest bastard in the world, even if his sleeve was broken, he had to be brought along.