After Being Picked up and Brought Home by the Useless Immortal Lord

Copywriting one: In the small courtyard, the extremely poor Chaihuixianjun was wearing commoner clothes, but he was tall and handsome. He glanced lazily at Mu Yunqing, who was coughing up blood, and squeezed the opponent's protruding wrist with his big hand, with a hint of playful disgust on his face: "Tsk, I picked up a sick rice seedling. I can't carry it with my shoulder. I think I can only warm my bed..." Before he finished speaking, Mu Yunqing kicked him over. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, tilted his head and smiled under the moonlight, but his face was like a Guanyin: "I didn't hear you clearly, can you say it again?" The man who fell to the ground slowly bent his knees and sat up, holding his chin with one hand and looking over casually: "Ah, my temper is still so bad. It seems that even the bed heater has to be tied up -" With a "bang" sound, Mu Yunqing picked up the lotus vat with one hand and threw it over. Copywriting two: This was the situation. Mu Yunqing lost his memory and was living in the fairy city. He was picked up and brought home by a guy who had eaten too much but didn't finish his meal. At the same time, the whole city was filled with wanted posters for him. The man named Lei Fa squatted lazily by the stove, casually glanced at the wanted poster with portraits on it, and stuffed it into the stove to use as firewood. Brilliant sparks were flying, and the medicinal porridge was cooking on the stove. The good-for-nothing man was still talking like he didn't want to be beaten: "It turns out that I have picked up a great demon and returned. By the way, the demon king should be a rich man. If you don't provide enough treasures to me, I will hand you over to the immortal manor." The handsome young man was wearing a black robe, leaning against the acacia tree in the courtyard with his arms folded. Light pink flowers were falling everywhere. He looked at the man's back coolly: "How about I chop off your head and provide it to you?" Lei Fa carefully scooped out the medicinal porridge, and then shook his body exaggeratedly: "Tsk, it's really scary. After all, I still need to report to the official as soon as possible!" After saying this, he just turned around in the next moment and handed over the bowl in his hand expressionlessly. Mu Yunqing, who was still amnesiac, glanced at the big hand with lowered eyes. The knuckles were covered with scars - scars caused by tossing just for that bowl of porridge. Then, he understood: No matter who from the Eight Immortal Palaces came to ask for someone, this man would never hand him over. This small courtyard is the safest place in the world. Copywriting three: Lei Fa rarely remembered that his original name was Lei Zhiyin. He rarely remembered that when he was young, he was also the son of the master and a famous swordsman. He was tired of hearing the praises of "amazing talent and beauty" and "the light of the immortal sect" back then. He has a younger brother who is beautiful but loves to get sick, has a bad temper and is very troublesome. He hated taking care of that delicate little girl back then. But later, the person who was most afraid of pain could cut all the meridians in his body until blood dripped from his body in order to break with the master. A sea of ​​fire divided them on both sides. Lei Zhiyin watched him walk away step by step, covered in blood, without even looking back. He never had the chance to say "Xin Yue" again. When they met again after a long time, Lei Fa calmly looked at the young man who had lost his memory, feeling a little helpless: the days passed too fast, and before he knew it, he had thought about his junior brother for five hundred years. Only this time, he would never let Mu Yunqing go. Purpose: Bravery is the highest virtue