The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, Tu Shanling's foundation is still there, and she found it the moment the stone flew in, and her body reacted, but her body was too vegetable, and she couldn't keep up with the speed of thinking, although she let go a little, she was still rubbed to the forehead by the stone.

It hurts hotly.

Tu Shanling raised his eyes and looked to the right, there were seven boys and girls of fifteen or sixteen years old, all of whom were at the right age of youth, but their faces were full of malice, which made people annoyed to see them.

"Song Ningyin, you are lucky to have really come out alive. ”

Listening to his words and looking at his expression, Song Ningyin should have been forced into the sea of heavenly corpses by them and died.

Tu Shanling was silent, but there was a sly smile on his face.

The orders left in the main pet contract were unclear, and they were worried that they couldn't determine the object, so these people bumped into them.

Song Ningyin's revenge is undoubtedly them.

Tu Shanling glanced back at the sea of heavenly corpses, the murderous corpse didn't get her order, and stayed at the entrance like a quail, not daring to leave.

How to introduce the seven teenagers into the Sea of Heavenly Corpses and make the murderous corpses kill them in one fell swoop?

As soon as this thought came to mind, there was a suppressive force on the main pet contract.

Hey, isn't it extermination?

That...... What does Song Ningyin's revenge refer to?

Let her dignified Tianle (yuè) Yuanjun go to peck at each other with a group of rookies?

Tu Shanling slowly put away the smile on his face.

In other words, as soon as they spoke, Song Ningyin trembled and begged for mercy, but today is abnormal, Song Ningyin is not afraid to say anything, and dares to laugh, the leader of the minor scum is not satisfied.

He said: "I said yesterday that as long as you can come out of the sea of heavenly corpses today, our previous grievances will be written off, which is still counting. He took a few steps in the direction of Tu Shanling and stood three feet away, "But today's share is not less." ”

He turned his head and smiled at his companion, and then said, "Kneel down and learn to bark, circle around me three times, and the breakfast will be over, easy, right?"

The other six half-grown teenagers burst out laughing as if they had heard something very interesting.

Tu Shanling was stunned, and suddenly laughed.

She never thought that she too would be bullied one day.

When I was studying in Zhushan Qingjingtai, three thousand disciples ate and lived together, if there was no contradiction, it must be someone else's whitewashing, but no matter how many people bullied, they couldn't bully her.

The three thousand disciples, the gangs, and the factions, are not a problem to fall into each other, but no matter which faction they are, they all have a common target for bullying.

Song Qian.

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Tu Shanling had a big accident at home, and when she was packed by her father Tu Shanyuan and taken to the Qingjing platform, she was only eight years old.

Her heart was so broken that she sat down to read, and often before it was tea time, she began to move as if someone had sprinkled a hundred and eighty nails under her ass.

This is not to blame her, the nine-tailed fox cub was like this when she was young, she comforted herself like this, and she was even more ruthless every time she made trouble.

Taishang Daozu deliberately honed her heart and threw her to Song Qian, who was two years older than her but calm as an old man.

For a long time, she called every day should not be, and the earth was not spiritual, however, she was not a person who could be wronged, she was angry in class, and she was thinking about finding a place after class.

She sneaked close to Song Qian's residence, preparing to put a bucket of water on the door and apply some glue to the stool, but someone didn't expect to get on the front.

At that time, the Taishang Dao Ancestor had no personal disciples, and the disciples who studied on the Qingjing platform were treated the same, and they all lived in the big row room.

There was a bustle in Song Qian's house, and the disciples who lived in his row and the front and back rows piled up in front of his door, probing their heads to look inside.

Tu Shanling patted his classmate's shoulder, the classmate was quite impatient, frowned and turned his head, didn't see anyone, scolded in a low voice, turned back again, and continued to watch the excitement.

Tu Shanling was the youngest and short, and the man didn't see her in a hurry.

She grinded her teeth and tugged at the man's sleeve, "I don't know if you've heard of Qingqiu Tushan Ling?"

The man's back stiffened, and when he turned around, he knew how to look down with the force of the pull, and this time he saw Tu Shanling who was smiling paradoxically.

People who have been to Qingqiu know that they have to go around Tu Shan's house, not to avoid others, but to avoid Tu Shanling.

People who have never been to Qingqiu, even if they have not heard of Tu Shanyuan, should know Tu Shanling.

This little cub's ability to stab the sky is not ordinarily big, often poking a hole, and some time ago they were shocked by a big jump, isn't it this little cub who provoked it.

Can't be provoked, can't be provoked.

The man made a wooden face and gave way to the side, leaving enough space for Tu Shanling.

When Tu Shanling reported to her home, she didn't suppress her voice, and her classmates in front of her heard it, and they all seemed to avoid the plague, avoiding three feet away, which was convenient for her.

She squeezed into the private room.

Song Qian knelt down and sat behind a few cases, reading books.

What's there to see about Wen Shu?

Tu Shanling blinked, leaned to Song Qian's side suspiciously, and stretched his neck to read the book in Song Qian's hand.

"The Taoist, the beginning of all things is born from the Tao, so it is said that the beginning, the era of right and wrong is also not due to the Tao, so it is said that the era is to know the source of all things by the Ming Jun, and the end of the discipline is to know the good and the bad. ”

I don't understand.

She retracted her gaze in boredom and looked around, only to realize that there were still a few people behind the screen.

Those people looked at each other, and what they did was familiar, and she didn't play it since she was three years old.

Those people worked together to build a "mechanism" on Song Qian's bed.

They put a low stool upside down on Song Qian's bed, put two pairs of shoes on the legs of the stool, accumulate two tubes of incense ash in the shoes, insert two wooden sticks in the ashes, and a small wooden bucket on the stick, which contains half a bucket of water, and a thin thread is hung on the bucket, which is balanced by the palm of the beam, and there is an incense next to the thin line, which is burning, and when the thin line is burned, it will be wonderful.

Half a bucket of water was poured on the bed, and two tubes of incense were sprinkled out, and I am afraid that this bed will not be able to be wanted.

Tu Shanling turned his eyes to look at Song Qian, and Song Qian's expression was still indifferent, as if it was not his bed that this group of people bothered to destroy.

His "ignoring them" doesn't seem like a compromise, but rather a visceral belief that this group of people is extremely boring and not worth wasting a single bit of his time.

Gee.

As the head of the 800,000 leather cubs in Qingqiu, Tu Shanling felt that he had the most say in this matter.

Trick people, what I want to see most is nothing more than two effects, angry and screaming.

If the person being tricked does not react, they will feel that their authority has been challenged, and the next time they will have to think of a more out-of-the-ordinary way to rectify the person.

Of course, if the response they give makes them find it interesting, this thing still can't be counted, and they will come up with tricks in order to make it interesting.

Over time, in order to "fit in", other classmates will come to bully Song Qian, whether they think it is interesting or not.

In short, as long as you are targeted, it is a trouble.

Tu Shanling approached Song Qian and bent down to look at him, "Ah Qian, the rope is about to burn off." ”

Song Qian slowly raised his head, his gaze fell on Tu Shanling, "Have you done your homework?"