Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

After hearing this, Chu Ge's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

In the end, he only replied to Zhao Xuan with a "hmm".

This made Zhao Xuan look up at him in surprise. He was surprised that the other party was so easy to talk to. He agreed to whatever he said!

I don’t know if it was because Zhao Xuan was too hungry or because Chu Ge was so easy to talk to, but he suddenly stopped wanting to find fault and started to eat his meal seriously.

Zhao Xuan finished eating in less than an incense stick of time.

In the middle of the meal, he invited Chu Ge with a smile to have dinner with him. Chu Ge returned to his previous seat, opened the bamboo slips, read slowly, and replied, "No need."

Zhao Xuan: "..." Forget about eating. These gods would rather eat air than food for the sake of their so-called style and face. What does it have to do with him?

He was worrying so much and might even be mocked by others for meddling in other people's affairs. Having learned his lesson, he was too lazy to ask any more questions.

As soon as the meal was finished, Chu Ge cleared the table and the food with a wave of his hand, then looked over to the table over there, "Copy."

Zhao Xuan, “…” All he does all day long is copy, copy, copy. Does he have any deep hatred with Chu Ge?

Even though Zhao Xuan did not hide his thoughts and they were all revealed on his face, Chu Ge pretended not to notice and continued to read with his head down, looking serious.

For some reason, his jade-white profile had a halo-shrouded, hazy and unreal feeling, as if he was born so unreal that people dared not offend him.

Zhao Xuan discussed, "I don't want to copy today, can I continue tomorrow?"

Chu Ge decisively replied with two words, "No."

Even without looking up and looking into Zhao Xuan's eyes, he could probably guess that the other party was simply being lazy.

I have only copied it eight times out of a hundred, and I still cut corners. The cursive handwriting is so sloppy that it is hard to tell whose hand is whose.

In this situation, he actually asked to take a break and continue tomorrow?

Chu Ge couldn't help but suspect that at Zhao Xuan's speed, it might take him a month to copy!

He only gave those people three days to hand in 200 times. Zhao Xuan was like this... Even if he was given 30 days, he might not be able to hand in all of them, right?

Zhao Xuan is not stupid. He knows his current situation in the God Realm. If he goes out now, without Chu Ge to block him, those gods will most likely come up to cause trouble again!

But to be honest, he would rather be in trouble with those gods and beat them until they could only crawl on the ground than copy this kind of weird stuff!

Zhao Xuan was unwilling to take on the title of Demon God before, but at this moment his eyes turned, and he suddenly thought of bringing up the title of Demon God!

"I am a promoted god after all, right? And according to what you said, I am also a future demon god. On the first day of my promotion, you can at least give me a good rest, even if you don't throw me a party. That's not too much, right?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Ge glanced at Zhao Xuan slowly. The other party relied on his pair of peach blossom eyes that gave people a sense of affection even when he was not smiling. When he smiled, it was as if the sky was full of shining stars.

His smooth white fingers unconsciously stroked the bamboo slips, and then he slowly said, "Originally it was possible, but the situation is different now, so it can't be done this way."

Based on his understanding of Zhao Xuan's personality, he would not take the initiative to cause trouble, but he would not be a punching bag either.

Once released, the possibility of fighting with other gods is at least 80%.

The gods just needed a legitimate excuse to completely exile Zhao Xuan to the periphery. If Zhao Xuan caused trouble again, it would be an excuse for the gods to cause trouble.

Zhao Xuan, "...Chu Ge, tell me honestly, do you and I have a grudge against each other?"

And it's a deep hatred.

Chu Ge said calmly, "No."

Zhao Xuan didn't believe it. "How is that possible? If it really didn't happen, would you be making things difficult for me like you are doing now?"

Chu Ge did not explain, but simply said, "You misunderstood."

Zhao Xuan still didn't believe Chu Ge's words. He believed in his own judgment that Chu Ge did it on purpose!

"Do you think I'm a fool who believes everything others say?"

"...No."

This indifferent and invulnerable character was really driving Zhao Xuan crazy. He took a deep breath and said to himself, it’s okay, I can get rid of it as long as I finish copying.

With the idea of ​​ending it as soon as possible and getting rid of it as soon as possible, Zhao Xuan glared at Chu Ge, who was as good as a Zen practitioner, and said through gritted teeth, "Okay, I'll copy it."

Chu Ge didn't care about Zhao Xuan's anger and resentment. At least at this moment, he didn't care about what anyone thought.

For him, it didn't matter even if Zhao Xuan thought he was deliberately making things difficult for him.

Because once the ten years are over and Zhao Xuan returns to where he should be from the God Realm, they will not have many chances to meet each other again in this life.

What else is there to care about?

Zhao Xuan didn't like writing. When he was copying, he couldn't help moving his body. If you didn't know him, you would think that the stool was burning his butt.

He was uncomfortable because of the heat, so he couldn't help but move again and again!

Chu Ge sat behind Zhao Xuan. When he looked at the bamboo slips, he couldn't help but rub the edges of the bamboo slips with his fingers, which always gave people a sense of déjà vu as if he was thinking about something.

While copying, Zhao Xuan couldn't help sighing, and the sound made Chu Ge subconsciously look over.

Zhao Xuan almost fell forward, with only his chin leaning against the table. He held the pen like he was holding chopsticks, gripping it at the bottom...

Even if he didn't go to see it, just from Zhao Xuan's posture, Chu Ge could guess that the words Zhao Xuan wrote must be ugly.

Zhao Xuan was feeling drowsy and was too lazy to pay attention to whether Chu Ge behind him would peek or not. He just lazily laid down and copied. As he copied, his eyelids began to droop.

He looked like he could fall asleep at any moment. If a teacher in a private school saw this, he would probably give him a slap!

I don't know when the pen in my hand fell, and it stained my bright red robe with a lot of dark ink.

Seeing this, Chu Ge couldn't help but sigh.

He closed the bamboo slips, stood up, and unconsciously slowed down his movements, and disappeared from the recliner in an instant.

The next moment, he appeared behind Zhao Xuan, picked up the pen that fell on the ground, put it next to Zhao Xuan's hand, and glanced at it...

It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it, but once he did...Chu Ge was silent for a long time.

This handwriting is really not commendable.

Looking at the entire heaven, even though Chu Ge had not seen many words from the celestial race, he could still guess...

If Zhao Xuan's calligraphy were to be spread out, it would surely take the first place.

Of course, it's counting down.

Chu Ge originally wanted to wake up Zhao Xuan, who was lazy and fell asleep after copying for less than half an hour, and ask him to continue copying.

But when his eyes fell on Zhao Xuan, for some reason he suddenly didn't want to wake him up.

His fingers stayed less than two inches away from Zhao Xuan, and he could no longer bear to touch Zhao Xuan's shoulder.

Chu Ge moved his fingers, and the next second Zhao Xuan was lying on the wooden bed. The white quilt seemed to have a spirit, gently climbing over Zhao Xuan and covering him.