Because his whole person belonged to Mobei-Jun, his things also belonged to Mobei-Jun. Naturally, his bed also belonged to Mobei-Jun.
And as for the reverse, did it stand? At this time, the fat tiger theory should be applied: what’s yours is mine, what’s mine is still mine.
Mobei-Jun's fingers tightened like he was about to snap his index finger in half. "You're saying you want to leave now?"
Shang Qinghua's face contracted in pain, saying hurriedly, "No, no, not right now!" "Not right now?"
Mobei-Jun said, "What did you say to me?"
Shang Qinghua thought he had already tossed him to the back of his mind. He never expected that many times when he had fallen into dire straits, he would be fished up in passing by some strange creatures who appeared demonic any way you looked at them, saving his little life.
Though Mobei-Jun beating him up was nearly a daily occurrence, and often told him to "get out", and he should have been used to it, no other time had Shang Qinghua suffered this intense a loathing and fury.
Mobei-Jun tossed him on the ground, straight into the knife-like snowy winds of the northern border. His silhouette and expression were ever more severe.
Mobei-Jun lifted his hand, and Shang Qinghua covered his head out of habit. "
...
" Mobei-Jun separated his two arms and stretched them straight, at the end of his patience. "If you let me see you do this sort of thing again... you won't need to keep your hands!"
Especially, after Mobei-Jun's face had recovered its normal shape, that expression really was... really was.. his heart felt timid just seeing it. He hurriedly patted his hem, preparing to break into a run and leave.
LinGuang-Jun said coldly, "You're back to protect your master? I couldn't tell you were this devoted."
Shang Qinghua braced himself and stood in front of Mobei-Jun. "First, who said I came back to protect my master? Second, who told you he was my master?"
Mobei-Jun didn't even lift a hand, didn't even spare a glance in his direction. Shang Qinghua's throat immediately filled with a gush of rust-flavored warm liquid.
Maigu Ridge, like he had first planned in his outline, exploded into flying sand and countless loose stones, roiling smoke and dust.
And he performed a heroic feat on the way, saving Mobei-Jun, who didn't know how to fly.
Mobei-Jun, the corner of his brow hiding that extremely covert hint of pleasure, dragged Shang Qinghua and ran. Shang Qinghua immediately began to wail. "Mayah, it hurts it hurts it hurts my king you, look at me! Look at me look at me!"
Mobei-Jun pursed his brow, still restlessly rolling back and forth. Shang Qinghua quietly tiptoed to his bedside. Seeing the shallow beads of sweat seeping from his smooth forehead and the wisps of hot air rising from his clothes, he understood.
Mobei-Jun wanted to kill Shang Qinghua with a blow, but that was even more difficult. Just like a gecko clinging to the wall, he nimbly crawled back and forth, but still managed to stay stuck firmly to his thighs.
He couldn't help but blaze in anger.
Shang Qinghua hesitated a bit, then poured that pile of Qing Jing Peak's heavy and useless nuisances clean off the cart like a pile of garbage. He lifted Mobei-Jun up, face-down, covering that face that would make him lose control every time he looked at it.
"Go back!"
Shang Qinghua hurriedly retreated back to safety.
Satisfied with this distance, Mobei-Jun said, "You assisting me, is it for those 'opportunities to rise in status'?"