After panting for a few dozen times, he finally recovered from the dizziness.
Shen Qingqiu boasted shamelessly, "Even if he encountered something, can Master not handle it!"
He had already made up his mind that no matter how Luo Binghe sternly refused, he would use all kinds of methods to persuade him to learn the demon race's techniques, so that his body and divine sense would be more suitable for him to reside in.
At this moment, someone burst open the door of the bamboo house like a gust of wind and rushed in.
Shen Qingqiu made a "stop" gesture and was still in the mood to settle scores. "Let's have a good talk. You, when you threatened to deduct coolness points, didn't you say this number? Why not set it at 500 as well? Was it really good to punish more and reward less? Also, I went through a dream-within-a-dream storyline. Why didn't you give this to me as an extra B Point? System? System! System, don't play dead. Let's sign a new contract! "
Shen Qingqiu felt that he had been a bit too pretentious just now, and his phobia of embarrassment was about to flare up. He coughed dryly: "Speaking of which, the demon race is born with abundant spiritual energy, far surpassing that of humans. If their power can be utilized properly and returned to the righteous path, isn't that a good thing for the common people? "
Seeing that Luo Binghe was frozen in place, forcing himself to be calm and waiting expectantly for his answer, Shen Qingqiu still slowly said, "There are good and bad people, and there are naturally good and evil people in the demon race. What we see is always the devils persecuting humans, but there are also cases of humans harming innocent devils. You shouldn't pay too much attention to the differences between races. "
Of course, he didn't know that this kind of aura would later be known as the aura of a king (exclusive to the protagonist)!
Luo Binghe obediently excused himself. But he had only taken a few steps when he heard Shen Qingqiu call out from behind, "Come back."
He still had the shadow of being a human stick. Luo Binghe was so close to him, and his whole body was covered in goosebumps. He couldn't help but avert his gaze to suppress his shock. Luo Binghe didn't know the reason behind it. Seeing that his expression was strange, and that his gaze wasn't as calm as it used to be, Luo Binghe felt anxious and apprehensive.
He knew who it was the moment he heard it. Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes in pain.
Although Luo Binghe was wholeheartedly upright, he was not a pedantic person. Since there was no way to eliminate it, it was better to make good use of it.
Just as he felt slightly relieved, he was immediately worried again. If Shen Qingqiu pulled out the Dream Demon and the latter exposed the abnormality of his body …
If that was the case, even if the System forced him to say lines like "Humans and Demons are absolutely irreconcilable, the racial hatred is as deep as the sea, the chasm can't be crossed, hurry up and f * cking die", he wouldn't care even if he was slapped in the face!
Luo Binghe had already thrown himself to his side and asked nervously, "Shizun, how are you? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? "
Why? Why was Ning Yingying also thrown into a dream within a dream in the original work? Why was her dream always about her warm childhood memories, her parents picking flowers and riding horses for her? Why was it that when it was his turn, he was first surrounded by fist-sized man-eating bees, then madly sprinting in the narrow tomb passage, with a huge fireball chasing after him?
In fact, all these years, his primordial spirit had been deteriorating day by day. Originally, he had been residing in the demonic artifact and stayed well. After cultivating for eighty to a hundred years, he would be full of vigor again. However, Sha Hualing, who was unaware of the situation, had accidentally thrown the demonic artifact into Luo Binghe's body as a weapon. He no longer had the strength to find another host.
The Dream Demon was worthy of being a legendary figure of the demon race. This dream was too realistic. Even the moist, rotten smell in the air seemed to still be at the tip of his nose, making him want to vomit.
In terms of the innate skill of the demon race in practicing magic, they absolutely crushed the Human Realm. Different races, different energy systems. Humans rely on spiritual energy, demons rely on demonic energy. Shen Qingqiu reckoned that it was more or less the same thing, just that the color and name were a bit different. He didn't know if the Demon Realm's feng shui was good or something, but the majority of demons were born with demonic energy. At three years old, they could tear a living person with their bare hands, and at eight years old, they could split mountains and split rocks … cough cough, that was a bit exaggerated.
A burst of laughter suddenly erupted in the cave.
Hearing this question, Shen Qingqiu didn't immediately answer. Standing in his position, it was really difficult to answer.
The Dream Demon was stunned for a long time before he recovered, shocked at the fact that he had just been deterred by the imposing manner of a little mortal cultivator. He had been unhindered in the Three Realms for a hundred years. Even when his body was destroyed in that difficult battle, he had never been suppressed by others in terms of imposing manner.
With his wrist grasped, Luo Binghe obediently said: "Yes."
Luo Binghe's previous calm and meek attitude was completely gone, his voice cold: "You are now negotiating with me, you can say anything. But if you hurt Shizun, everything is off the table! "
As a mixed-blood, it was difficult for Luo Binghe not to be hit by this kind of concept. He even had half a life of ups and downs to blame because of this. He couldn't be accepted by the world, couldn't be accepted by the heavens, and shouldn't have been born. Shen Qingqiu hoped that from this moment on, these words would be able to plant a seed in his heart and open his eyes. In the future, when he faced the truth, he wouldn't have to take it to heart when faced with other people's attacks on his bloodline. Perhaps he wouldn't act so extreme and wholeheartedly think about taking revenge on society.
His persuasion wasn't purely for the sake of being the protagonist's life mentor, a transcendent sage.
Although this was an old principle that couldn't be any more old. It had been repeated over and over in costume dramas, wuxia dramas, and xianxia dramas for dozens of years without any progress, but in this world where the enmity between humans and demons was as deep as the sea and irreconcilable under the same sky, from ancient times to the present, it was extremely unconventional, even risking universal condemnation.
Shen Qingqiu didn't pay attention to these small emotions. After straightening his clothes and confirming that only wearing undergarments wouldn't damage his image, he asked: "Did the Dream Demon make things difficult for you afterwards?"
Shen Qingqiu reluctantly sat up for a while, then really rolled off the bed and began to vomit.
However, the big truth was that many people with mediocre aptitudes, after cultivating for dozens of years, would only reach the level of a baby in the demon race. Even more people were like a dried-up pond, their spiritual power simply zero eggs. This kind of person was commonly said to have "no spiritual roots" and "no fate with the gate of immortality". They couldn't be more oppressed. If it weren't for the fact that compared to humans who liked to spread their branches and leaves, the demon race's population was sparse, the human world would have long since become a demon race colony.
Even if in the future he faced himself who wanted to kick him into the endless abyss, he still had to understand that this wasn't his fault.
Luo Binghe, however, didn't have any intention of leaving. He looked like he had a heavy heart, wanting to say something several times but then hesitating. Only then did he ask: "Shizun, the demon race … … are they all wicked beyond redemption and should be exterminated?"
Tragic, tragic. Tragic beyond compare!
He didn't know how much time had passed in his dream before the sound of a stone door opening came from outside the dungeon. Unhurried footsteps gradually approached, and a figure was projected on the ground in front of him.
He had to become strong!
Fortunately, Shen Qingqiu adjusted his mentality extremely quickly. He still remembered what he should do as a teacher at this time. In the next moment, he reached out and grabbed Luo Binghe's wrist, sternly saying: "Being invaded by the demon race isn't a joke. Master will investigate for you. You can't tolerate it. "
Looking at his sparkling eyes, Shen Qingqiu didn't know what he was thinking, but he had mixed feelings.
Shen Qingqiu turned his face away, very unyielding and graceful as he stood up: "Everything is well for your master."
The feet of the ink-black robe were embroidered with exquisite patterns with silver thread. The ice-cold pressure coming from that person's body was even more suffocating than the airtight darkness of the dungeon.
Strong enough to never be powerless, strong enough to protect Shizun from any hand.
This was the first time Luo Binghe had heard a teacher level character make such remarks. He listened in a daze, his heart thumping wildly: "Shizun's meaning is that even if it's closely related to the demon race, it doesn't necessarily mean the heavens and earth can't tolerate it, right?"
At the same time, Shen Qingqiu also bounced up from the bed like a corpse.
"Shizun!"
"You little brat, you really have a bit of a temper!"
But although Shen Qingqiu very dutifully examined him, he didn't find any abnormalities. Naturally, he couldn't find anything. The Dream Demon's hundreds of years of power and great reputation were absolutely not fake, but he still had to go through the motions. Shen Qingqiu's investigation was fruitless, but he still repeatedly told Luo Binghe to go to Qian Cao Peak and Qiong Ding Peak tomorrow to let people take a look.
Luo Binghe: "Living as a parasite in someone else's dream, if the host is constantly changed, the primordial spirit will be damaged and weakened. But if it can live in a fixed host for a long time, it can conserve energy and stabilize the primordial spirit."
The Dream Demon said: "This old man will give you time to think carefully. Otherwise, trapping you and your Shizun's consciousness in a dream forever, this old man can still do it! "
He really didn't want to see this person's face right now!
Luo Binghe originally wanted to help him up, but his hand was naturally pushed away. He couldn't help but stare blankly.
After that old voice finished speaking, Luo Binghe suddenly felt his limbs become heavy. The scenery around him spun around him and he fell into darkness. In a flash, Luo Binghe woke up in the woodshed, startled to find that his back was completely drenched.
In the dark and damp dungeon, he was suspended in midair by a ring around his waist, unable to feel the existence of his limbs. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, helplessly hissing. His whole body was burning with pain.
After a series of rhetorical questions, Luo Binghe's eyes gradually brightened, faintly feeling his blood boil.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't clearly see that person's face. But he was very clear who that person was!
Shen Qingqiu asked in reply: "Heaven and earth do not tolerate, where do you start? Since it does not tolerate, why let it exist? Whether it is tolerated or not, who has the final say? "
The Dream Demon saw his calm expression and couldn't figure out what this brat was thinking. He continued to say: "But don't think that this old man's host has to be you. The demon race has tens of millions of innate talents, which one of them doesn't kneel down to beg for this special honor! But you, you have to carefully consider whether or not you can miss this opportunity. "
The most frightening thing was that at the end of the dream within the dream, the Dream Demon also weaved him the thing he was most afraid of!
Ding dong. The system unexpectedly popped up a notification at this time: 【Congratulations on completing the "Dream Demon's Enchantment" storyline! The system rewards you with 500 coolness points! Please keep up the good work!】
Luo Binghe abruptly raised his head. In that instant, the Dream Demon was intimidated by the cold light that flashed through this youth's eyes.
He paused, then said: "Could it be that Senior Dream Demon's lifespan is coming to an end, so he has no choice but to choose me as his host to cultivate?"
Finally, Shen Qingqiu said: "Luo Binghe, you can listen to what Shifu will say to you from now on. But what I'll say to you here today, you must firmly remember. In this world, there is nothing that cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth. This is the case for races, this is the case for people. "
Of course, it can't be settled!
The Dream Demon was seen through by him, but he neither denied nor was he angry. Instead, he openly admitted: "That's right! I didn't expect you, this brat, to be so knowledgeable and even know this point. "
Difficult my a * *. The Dream Demon couldn't wait to kneel down and lick Luo Binghe's boots. Shen Qingqiu was asking a question he already knew the answer to. Luo Binghe hesitated for a moment, then replied: "That demon race senior seemed to be lacking in spiritual power. Afterwards, this disciple was expelled from the dream. Shizun, did you encounter anything in the dream within the dream? "
Shen Qingqiu didn't sleep for the entire night after this earth-shattering event. Two dark circles appeared under his eyes. He waved his hand and said, "It's already late. Since there's nothing else, quickly go and rest."
But in the midst of this desperate situation, he unexpectedly discovered that this brat's body and divine sense were both hiding a faintly discernible and formidable power. He was endlessly ecstatic. How could he let it go like this?
Actually, it's still alright … … If you could stay a bit further away from me, it would be even better … …
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