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

The gods looked at each other.

Someone suddenly broke the silence and asked, "Did you smell anything strange just now?"

Of course there are.

However, no one dared to say this openly, because the person who said it happened to be a fool, and was recognized as such by the entire God Realm.

This smell clearly came from Yusong, Qingtian and Peiyuan who had just returned. If I asked them this question, wouldn't they remember it severely?

"Hahaha, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"I'm leaving too, you guys chat slowly."

One after another, they found excuses to slip away, which was not much better than the panic escape of Qingtian and his two companions.

Qing Wu had an unpleasant expression on his face. He felt that these gods might be making fun of them in their hearts!

He swung his wide sleeves so hard that his teeth were almost broken.

Zhao Xuan, he took note of this account!

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The next day, Zhao Xuan woke up and sat up, hugging the quilt. He looked around blankly for a while, and gradually came back to his senses after a while.

He realized...the quilt he was holding belonged to Chu Ge, and the bed he was sleeping on also belonged to Chu Ge!

After waking up, Chu Ge was still holding the bamboo slips and reading slowly. If someone didn't know, they would think he hadn't slept all night!

No, God doesn’t need to sleep!

Thinking of this, Zhao Xuan got off the bed swiftly, pulled off the red hairband, skillfully gathered his hair, and tied it up again.

When he pulled off his bright red headband, the hair that fell down had reached his waist, and you could see how long it was.

The hair was tied up like a ponytail in later generations. The hair was not tied up neatly, and the hair and the red headband were swinging together, as if leaving a silent trace in the air.

Originally, he only needed to move his fingers and magic would tie his hair for him, but Zhao Xuan was used to doing things manually and was not used to relying on magic for everything.

Zhao Xuan put down his hands, casually adjusted his bright red robe, and asked Chu Ge in a skilled tone, "You didn't sleep all night?"

Chu Ge hummed and didn't explain much.

In fact, among the gods, there are very few people like Zhao Xuan who go to bed on time like mortals.

Chu Ge didn't need to sleep, but thinking that Zhao Xuan wanted to sleep, he moved more gently.

Zhao Xuan didn't know that Chu Ge deliberately turned the sky outside black last night, and thought that he had read books all night. He thought to himself that Chu Ge had a really weird personality.

No matter how much you like reading, you wouldn’t stay up all night reading, right?

Perhaps Chu Ge had learned from the lesson of yesterday when Zhao Xuan made a fuss about asking for food, so as soon as Zhao Xuan woke up today, he raised his hand and produced a few dishes.

The dishes are quite rich, even including big meats like braised pork and pork elbows.

Zhao Xuan frowned, "Brother, who eats so early in the morning? Don't you know that breakfast in the human world is buns, noodles, etc.?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xuan suddenly realized that Chu Ge might really not remember it!

Judging from his status in the divine world, he must have ascended to heaven a long time ago, tens of thousands of years or even hundreds of thousands of years. He might have completely forgotten his experiences in the human world.

Chu Ge was stunned. After Zhao Xuan's reminder, he realized that maybe... he had made a wrong preparation.

Seeing Chu Ge was about to take it back, Zhao Xuan instinctively dodged and quickly appeared in front of him, pressing the back of his hand tightly, "...Don't, it would be a shame to take it back after buying it!"

Chu Ge was silent for a moment, then shook off Zhao Xuan's hand and asked, "What is a bun?"

What is the noodles like?

Zhao Xuan exclaimed, with an expression that said, "You are not kidding me."

"Don't tell me you don't even remember what a bun looks like? Even if you've been in the sky for many years, you've still lived in the human world. Don't you remember anything at all?"

Chu Ge, "..." He had never been to the human world, so how could he talk about human experiences?

Zhao Xuan noticed Chu Ge's strangeness and couldn't help laughing, "Chu Ge, you won't tell me, right?"

Chu Ge answered concisely, "Yeah."

Zhao Xuan still doesn’t know that Chu Ge is the Way of Heaven. After hearing his answer, he doesn’t know whether he should laugh!

In the eyes of mortals, ascension is naturally a good thing, it means immortality and the ability to live forever.

But for Zhao Xuan, who is used to the mundane world, it seems...not a good thing!

The long years can easily make people feel boring and tedious, and feel that everything is meaningless and just so-so.

Judging from Chu Ge's experience in just one day, Zhao Xuan felt that if this person didn't have these bamboo slips to kill time, he would probably be so bored that he would just watch the clouds in the Ninth Heaven...

The more Zhao Xuan thought about it, the more he felt that ascension was nothing special. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, since you've already bought it, I'll just force myself to have a meal so you don't have to go to the lower world again."

After hearing what Zhao Xuan said, Chu Ge didn't take the food away.

After breakfast, Zhao Xuan started to repeat what he did yesterday and continued copying.

Perhaps it was because he had seen Chu Ge's beautiful handwriting. For some reason, Zhao Xuan, who originally thought he could just get by with it, suddenly felt that... his handwriting was really an eyesore.

With this thought in mind, Zhao Xuan began to pay attention to the words he wrote from some point on.

The characters that were shaped like chicken claws and like ghosts crawling began to take on some shape.

It is no longer limp, but stands up, and gradually one can see a hint of Zhao Xuan's own style between the lines!

Zhao Xuan was born in a place like the Demon Abyss, and had fought in that dark and gloomy place for many years. He hated dull or heavy colors the most.

He likes things that have a fresh feel, or the colors of clothes.

Therefore, he likes to wear bright red robes all year round, and the color is very eye-catching.

Chu Ge seldom paid special attention to Zhao Xuan's actions, because he knew that Zhao Xuan didn't like others staring at him, so he just focused on his own thing.

Who would have thought that when I changed the bamboo slips and glanced at them, I would see that the handwriting had improved...

No, that font looks familiar, as if... I've seen it somewhere!

As soon as this thought came to mind, Chu Ge looked at it carefully for a while and suddenly realized that the feeling of déjà vu was not an illusion, but real.

Of course this style looks familiar, because Chu Ge wrote it in this style...

Of course, it is a hundred times better looking than Zhao Xuan’s.

Zhao Xuan was unconsciously imitating Chu Ge's calligraphy. Even though he had only learned one percent of the shape, it already looked much better than before!

Chu Ge was very surprised to find this. He thought that with Zhao Xuan's disgust towards the God Realm, he would definitely not learn his style of calligraphy.

did not expect...

Chu Ge curled the corners of his lips unconsciously and returned to his seat with the bamboo slips.

Time always passes quickly when one is busy. Chu Ge is responsible for Zhao Xuan's three meals a day. At the end of the day, Zhao Xuan copied... eight times.

You really can't blame him. He's just not used to holding a pen. Whenever he picks up a pen to write, he always feels uncomfortable, as if his whole body is itching.

Being able to sit down and copy like this for a whole day was already a surprise among surprises!

Zhao Xuan was half-lying down, looking weak, and twisting his body. It was obvious that the punishment of copying... was really a great torture.

The posture of holding a pen is much more unfamiliar than that of holding chopsticks!