MTL - There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem-Chapter 35 Cold love prince

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The students wandered around in a noisy way, and the people who stood on the side of An Chengjie were busy and retired.

An Chengjie stood alone in the center of the crowd, trying to suppress his heart and panic, and said calmly, "Mr. Liu Lao, I don't understand what you mean."

"I don't understand?" Liu Qingfeng saw that he did not admit that he was more angry. His face was turned to the first page and he was shown directly to him. "The things that plagiarized the predecessors are on your own body. You are really lost." The face of the reader!"

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After receiving the system prompt, Ye Zhizhou looked at the same face and looked at An Chengsheng, and poured oil on the fire. "Big brother, how is the poem written by the second brother the same as in the ancient poetry? Is the second brother really plagiarized? Ah, his poems have been done very well before, and he doesn’t need to plagiarize at his level..."

An Chengsheng's face changed and he seemed to think of something. He asked, "Leer, where did you get this ancient poetry? And, is this collection really a series?"

“How did Big Brother suddenly think about it?” He pretended to be ignorant and confused. He said, “The collection of poems I bought from an old nephew in South Street is said to be the catastrophe of his ancestors from the past. The sneak secrets have been hidden for hundreds of years, and the collection of poems he told me is a series. The parts of the light poems are divided into four chapters of spring, summer, autumn and winter."

An Chengsheng’s thoughts flew in his mind, recalling some of the more amazing poems before An Chengjie, and his doubts rose. I don’t think it’s before, but now I think that the styles of An Chengjie’s poems are quite different. It’s said that it’s made by a few different people and there’s no violation... Will it be An Chengjie’s coincidence? I got the other series of ancient poetry collections. When I saw no one in the poetry collection, I started to use the heart of plagiarism... I thought that he was so angry that he bit his teeth and walked up to Liu Qingfeng, and joined the questioning team.

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A big Confucian battle against plagiarism dogs, potential fans turned black and back to the official war started, Ye Zhizhou was satisfied with the system shutdown, and returned to the corner to lick the seeds. An Chengsheng has no need to worry about it for the time being. Lei Baofei’s love chance has also fallen below the security line. Now there is a seven-year-old emperor... The last time he’s hit the seven-legged note Until no...

The text will start with a hot start, and then it will not end well.

The ink in An Chengjie's stomach was completely in jeopardy in front of the Daru Liu Qingfeng. After a little temptation, he was tried out. In the end, An Chengjie was overwhelmed by the pressure and fled. Because of this episode, the students did not have the interest in exchange of knowledge. After discussing this plagiarism, they scatter.

An Chengsheng rushed back to the town government office and learned that An Chengjie did not go home and went directly to the study of the town Guogong, ready to talk to his father. This time, An Chengjie is really ugly. If it is not handled well, the town government will have a good reputation for decades.

Ye Zhizhou, who was prepared to go and add more fire, was stopped by Zijinwei, who was suddenly emerged at the gate, and then forced back to the palace. He is sitting in the carriage with a bag of seeds, and begins to think deeply. The temperate lover is going crazy, what can he do to make people stunned...

When I returned to the Yongyan Temple, it was the time of the lantern. Yan Mingyong sat alone at the table, facing the table full of food, and slowly flipping through the book.

Ye Zhizhou saw the footsteps of the door and paused. Then he tried to walk through the steps without a step, and his face raised a big smile. "Ming Yong I am back! What to eat at night? It smells good."

"Leer." Yan Mingyong covered the book, looked up at him with a blank expression and reached out. "My chest is a bit stuffy."

Hey, actually didn't make trouble, but also took the initiative to reach out, it seems that the lover finally matured a little. He let his heart go, grabbed his hand and helped him to go to his chest. "Is it the reason for sleeping for too long? I will take you to the garden tomorrow, and I can't sleep for one more afternoon."

Yan Mingyong leaned on his body and leaned on him, slightly rising his ring around his neck and nodding. "Well, listen to you."

He blinked and smiled. He only thought that such a well-behaved lover was very cute. He couldn’t help but bow his head and kissed his face. "I have had some fun things outside today, and I will tell you after dinner!"

Yan Mingyong’s eyes flashed, and the hand on his neck was slightly lifted, revealing a fine needle at the fingertips. He gently slid down and smiled. “Just, I have some fun things to tell you.”

The tingling sensation of deja vu came from behind the neck, and then the brain became boring, the body followed soft and soft, and fell involuntarily. He insisted on the last trace of lucidity to catch his lover, want to turn his eyes but no strength, no words, "Ming Yong, you don't need this..." The consciousness is gradually dim, the eyes can't hold it closed, and finally completely ignorant .

Yan Mingyong looked at the person who seemed to be quiet and quiet after falling asleep in his arms. He bowed his head and licked his cheek. He satisfied and held the person tightly and sighed. "Let, then you can't run."

An Chengjie hid in Guiyuan Temple for two days, and he took a collection of so-called ancient poems that had been widely spread from a foreign tourist. After reading it, his heart finally sinks. First, the Kawagoe restaurant that popped up suddenly, followed by the current "Tang Poetry and Song Poetry Selection". There is still another traversal in this world, and this traversor is still very unfriendly, and he secretly sneaked him behind his back! Angry fell into the poetry collection, he sat in a small room in a sullen face, and finally decided to find a pen and paper to write to Lei Baofei.

In the middle of the third night, he sneaked back to the town government.

The big column waited for him at the side door. He saw him appearing busy and rushing to say anxiously. "What sons should we do now? Now everyone outside is yelling at you. The grandfather also said that he would drive you back to Zhuangzi. The old lady is also very Angry, there is a trouble in the second room to give you a family, the young master is more..."

"Okay, shut up!" An Chengjie interrupted him impatiently, took the cloak in his hand and surrounded himself. He carefully avoided the patrolling family and walked quickly toward his yard. He asked as he walked, "Let you Did you send the letter to Lei Gongzi?"

"I have already sent it." Big column saw that he was in a bad mood. He didn't dare to say anything more. He whispered back. "In the afternoon, Lei Gongzi said that things have been prepared for the son, and said that he also said... ”

When I heard that things were ready, An Chengjie was in a much better mood and asked, "What are you talking about? Don't be vomiting. You can rest assured that you would follow me from Zhuangzi to Beijing, I will not leave you, there is What to say, though."

The big column saw him like this, biting his teeth, and said the whole thing that should not be said. "The people who came from Leigongzi said that this is the last time. The kindness has been returned. I hope that the son will not bother again, but also said that in addition to your request. Something else, he also prepared some silver for two sons to live in the future. I hope that the son will be self-sufficient in the future, able to wash his heart and behave in a down-to-earth manner."

An Chengjie's footsteps stopped abruptly, and after a few deep breaths, he barely pressed down the anger, and the sleeves continued to move forward. Kindness has been returned? Don't bother? Pooh! A ungrateful bastard! This ancient man really didn't have a good thing!

Packing up the valuable objects and silver tickets in the dark room of the room, he walked out of the yard, which had only been for a few months, with a big pillar. He suddenly sneered at his lips and took a fire from his arms. Since it was decided to ruin the traces of the past, the place where I lived was also ruined!

The big column looked at his expression in the faint light of the fire, and he couldn't help but shake. Now the son of the son is still a good boy to take care of his son, always feel that since the fall of the water, the son of the son has been a lot more...

The town government suddenly caught fire in the middle of the night and burned several yards. I heard that the nephew who had to slap the ancient poetry was burnt to death. As soon as the news spread, there were some clapping, conspiracy theories, anger and sighs, and no one was saddened. No one who had chased An Chengjie now turned his back on him. It’s even more shameful to be friends with An Chengjie, and I don’t want to mention the name An Chengjie.

Ye Zhizhou listened to Dean talking about the news with no emotion. He only felt a headache. "Well, I know that he is very miserable now. You don't have to come to report every day. I just want to know, your master?" "He has been in this comfortable and exquisite hot springs for three or four days. Every day he wants to eat and eat. He wants to sleep and want to sleep. He wants someone to send it right away. He just can't go out, and he has never seen him fascinated." Yan Mingyong, who had fainted here, only Dean saw the sky shaking in front of his eyes.

"There is something to do with His Highness, and he will come soon."

This is the answer! The ears can hear the scorpion! And the bear child actually adjusted a large number of Zijinwei this hot springs, and he was able to run away, but who knows that the bear child will do something after running! It is really not clear how the lover of the previous two generations is mature and stable. This is how it happened in this life. Is it a genetic mutation when reincarnation? Wait, the lover will not be the same as his own soul...

[The task related person scans to confirm that there is no abnormality, please take care of the host. ]

He looked at the light screen in front of him and spoke in his heart. "So he can meet me every time, is he because he will reincarnate in particular?" I have long suspected that the world of the mission can meet the lover. And the lover is also a character related to the task, too suspicious!

The light screen flashed, [the heavens can not be violated, and the orientation of the tires is depleted of the soul, which is not desirable. ]

The spit in his heart stopped and smashed, and then he hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by directional birth? Can you do that?"

[The hosting authority is not enough to answer. ]

"...hey!"

[Please host a civilized mission. ]

"..." said that half of the jj!

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. The lover can follow him and come up with eight or nine. He used the horrible orientation to reincarnate! So will he become weaker and weaker? There is also a bad spiritual power of the world. If the temperament of the lover's weakening and the orientation of the abortion will be related to the loss of the soul, then the mental power will completely disappear... The heart suddenly has a spirit, and the nerves are tightly tightened. Can power be counted as part of the soul?"

This time the system was quiet for a long time before the screen was ejected. [Spiritual strength can strengthen the soul. ]

"Then tell me, is the soul of Mingyong now worn out?"

[No abnormalities. ]

He let out a sigh of relief and squatted in the chair. Fortunately, the soul of the lover is still complete, with the last hope he continues to ask, "Whether the directional reincarnation can consume the spirit without consuming the soul?"

The light screen flashed for a long time, like searching for data. Only two minutes later, new text appeared on the screen. [In principle, the other party has special permission. ]

"What is the special permission required in principle?"

[The hosting authority is not enough to answer. ]

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