Only the last hurdle that Shen Qingqiu was about to face was farfetched.
It had only been a few days and it had already doubled?
Shen Qingqiu simply couldn't bear to watch the dignified male lead reduced to this. He couldn't bear it and rushed to speak: "Shut up!"
Ning Yingying burst into tears on the spot.
His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and tiny veins appeared. Luo Binghe still didn't dare to believe: "Shizun, you really want to kill me?"
"You are not an ordinary demon." Shen Qingqiu said: "The crest on your forehead is the sin imprint of a fallen demon. This branch of the clan has committed countless killings in the human world, and their temperament is even more difficult to control. Since ancient times, disasters have arisen in large numbers. In any case, they cannot be compared to other demons. I can't wait for you to lose control of your killing addiction and then prove my original words wrong. "
Did he not even have the right to kneel to Shizun and ask for forgiveness after doing something wrong?
Luo Binghe couldn't help but stand up from the strong wind in his sleeves. He retreated several steps, more and more out of his wits.
Shen Qingqiu suddenly pulled out his sword.
Shen Qingqiu lowered his head and didn't answer. He picked up the broken pieces of a long sword. The disciples of Qing Jing Peak hurried over. The leader, Ming Fan, had sharp eyes. He looked at the sword and stammered: "Shizun, that sword isn't …"
I've said a lot of things before. I even spelled out the words I said I was going to castrate Shen Qingqiu hundreds of times over.
Whispers broke out everywhere: "Zheng Yang sword?" "Is he talking about Peak Lord Shen's beloved disciple, Luo Binghe?" "The sword is here, the person is here, but the sword is broken, where is the person?" "Don't tell me … cough cough."
Little did he know, Luo Binghe automatically imagined his silence as "Very good. You evil disciple, you actually hid it from me for so long! "
Shen Qingqiu said: "Luo Binghe, tell me the truth. How long have you been practicing demon techniques?"
Shen Qingqiu, who had always been good at self-regulation, ridiculed Luo Binghe at a new high today. He crazily broke a new record, but he couldn't relax. Instead, he felt tired and pale.
Shen Qingqiu said: "It's just that what that person said was right. After all, the human world is not a place you can stay for long. You should go back to where you belong. "
Luo Binghe, who had just experienced a fierce battle, was half-kneeling in the ruins. At this moment, his eyes were blank, but it was as if he could tear everything apart at any moment. His head was like an extinct volcano that had been dormant for many years. Suddenly, it erupted, and magma flowed in his blood vessels. Just thinking about it made even Shen Qingqiu feel a burning pain in his bones and a headache.
He very selfishly hoped that Luo Binghe could go down by himself. Usually, the person who chose to jump off the cliff by himself would definitely be caught. That way, he could deceive himself and others into imagining the scene.
Was it just my imagination that the name of the mission was getting worse and worse every time?
His throat trembled slightly, but he did not say a word. The tip of the sword clearly hadn't pierced his heart, but Shen Qingqiu felt as if he could feel the pained beating of his heart from the sword to the back of his hand, all the way to his entire arm until it reached his own heart.
It was completely useless. High couldn't get up.
Shen Qingqiu's next move was to use the final blow to extinguish the last glimmer of light in his eyes.
"The heavens are jealous of geniuses!"
There was not a trace of warmth in it. It was no different from how he used to look at those wicked monsters that were about to be beheaded under his sword.
In the past, Shen Qingqiu would always call him Binghe, and not by his name.
Although Luo Binghe was still a youth, he had always been calm and collected. He had matured a lot in his youth, but now he could see a panicked expression on his face, as if he was anxious to explain but didn't know where to start.
… It wasn't funny at all.
Luo Binghe gripped the blade with his hand, but he didn't use any force, just held it lightly. In other words, if Shen Qingqiu wanted to use force, Xiu Ya could continue to stab in until it pierced through his chest.
Because of his action, Luo Binghe's figure swayed, but he quickly steadied himself. Seeing that Shen Qingqiu didn't kill him, his originally dim eyes flashed with a faint light again, like a spark struggling in the ashes after being burned. The corners of his mouth pulled up reluctantly, not knowing if he wanted to reveal a smile or not.
As soon as these words came out, Luo Binghe felt as if he had fallen from a suffocating height into a bone-chilling pond. There was no way he wouldn't be completely awake.
Really. He just braced himself to wave his sword to scare him. As long as Luo Binghe stepped back to avoid it, he would naturally fall. But he didn't expect that Luo Binghe would just stand there silently and take this sword head-on.
In fact, these words really came from the bottom of his heart. As the male lead, Luo Binghe was indeed talented. If Shen Qingqiu had to say what he meant, it would be envy and a little jealousy.
Shen Qingqiu suddenly raised his head and formed a sword seal, recalling Xiu Ya and holding her in his hand.
Shen Qingqiu saw that his eyes were finally a little clearer and relaxed. Wiping the blood from his mouth, he said calmly, "You're awake?"
In the beginning, he had yearned for this Zheng Yang Sword on Wan Jian Peak for many years. After Luo Binghe pulled it out, he burned with jealousy and cursed it countless nights, tossing and turning in bed. Naturally, he wouldn't mistake it.
He still didn't believe that Shizun, who had been so good to him, would really push him down. He didn't believe that after so many years of being together, this would be the result.
After a pause, he said, "If you're awake, we can have a good talk."
It was better than remembering this scene day and night from now on, remembering that he was the one who had beaten Luo Binghe down with his own hands.
He murmured, "But Shizun, you said that people have good and bad, and demons have good and evil. There is no one in this world … that cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth. "
This NPC was really straightforward, without any sloppiness. It was exactly the same style as in the original. Wherever Luo Binghe needed, he would inexplicably appear there. It was so far-fetched, so unconventional, and didn't need logic!
As soon as his voice fell, he felt that he didn't grasp it well, and his tone was too harsh. Luo Binghe also seemed to be frightened by him, like a child who had been slapped. Muddleheaded, his pitch-black eyes just stared at him, and he obediently stopped talking.
But to Luo Binghe, the meaning was completely different.
He took a step forward, and Luo Binghe took a step back, forcing the two of them to retreat to the Endless Abyss.
Shen Qingqiu didn't want to stab him.
My life is over. Originally, it was just a kick, but now there was the revenge of a sword!
Some sighed with regret, some were astonished, some were sorrowful, and some took pleasure in the misfortune of others.
Yue Qingyuan stepped forward to check his pulse, frowned, and asked the professional Mu Qingfang to come over and take a look. Each sect found their own people among the scattered people on the ground, claimed them, and carried them away for further treatment.
He kept brainwashing himself: Luo Binghe's suffering now was what he had to go through in the future to stand above thousands of people. Without a bone-chilling cold, how could one smell the fragrance of plum blossoms, without three years of training in a deep pit, how could one become a great demon king who harmed the world? With the inner demon in hand, the world is mine, a harem of three thousand is not needed, f * cking dogs … but it's useless.
He suddenly knelt in front of Shen Qingqiu.
It seemed that he really said that!
Those who didn't kick their own disciple and male protagonist into the Endless Abyss were all talking like they didn't hurt their backs!
Except for Shang Qinghua, who pretended to be dead, Shen Qingqiu had already treated the wounds of everyone who had fainted on the ground, but he didn't pay much attention to his own injuries. His clothes were stained with blood, his face was expressionless, and his face was pale. He looked really embarrassed.
But Luo Binghe still didn't give up.
Shen Qingqiu walked shakily to Luo Binghe's side, who was still in a half-crazed state, and slapped him a few times on the back, sending a few strands of spiritual energy into his body.
Although Ming Fan hated Luo Binghe and always cursed him to go die, he never really wanted him to die. Moreover, Shizun had doted on him so much, but now that this stinky brat had died without even his bones left, Shizun must be very sad and in a bad mood. The whole of Qing Jing Peak was gloomy and gloomy. Xian Shu Peak was made up of girls, led by Qi Qingqi, and she was also moved.
Although he knew that he wanted to comfort him, Shen Qingqiu still wanted to give him a dispirited look.
You think it'll work so easily? In your dreams!
Liu Qingge noticed that one person was missing, and it was someone who often followed Shen Qingqiu around and couldn't be ignored. He asked, "Where's that disciple of yours?"
Shen Qingqiu's old life was over. A man's knees were gold, and once the male protagonist knelt, he lost his life. At this critical juncture, if he received another kneel, wouldn't Luo Binghe hate him even more in the future? He immediately waved his sleeves. "Get up!"
He said in a trembling voice, "… … But you said it."
But at that time, there were long-term considerations, and now there was the danger of a knife hanging over his neck.
Shen Qingqiu was silent. Answering every question so honestly, it seemed like he was really scared.
Xiu Ya pointed down into the abyss. Shen Qingqiu said, "Do you want to go down yourself, or do you want me to do it?"
Even if Xiu Ya stabbed him in the chest, he still held on to a last glimmer of hope.
And after completing his official duties, he turned and left!
Not only did Luo Binghe not wake up, but the demonic energy in his body rebounded, forcing Shen Qingqiu to spit out a mouthful of blood.
【Warning! Critical mission: "Endless Abyss and Endless Hatred, Sky Full of Crystal Frost and Sky Full of Blood and Tears," officially begins! If it cannot be completed, the protagonist's coolness - 20000!】
"… … Two years ago."
He looked at Shen Qingqiu's frosty face, and his heart sank.
Only now did Luo Binghe wake up a little.
He slowly pulled himself out of his chaotic state and could barely make out some vague words. That familiar face also gradually became clear.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear to look him in the eye, and dryly said his lines, "When did it start?"
Someone sighed, "If that's the case, then it's too bad. Along the way, Luo Binghe is already at the top of the Immortal Alliance's Gold List."
Shen Qingqiu couldn't look at his expression, and his eyes stared straight through his figure, "I don't want to kill you."
By the time the Sect Leader and the cultivators inside the boundary of Jue Di Valley had finished cleaning up the demons and rushed to the scene, the space where the Endless Abyss was torn open had long since closed.
The system issued an unprecedented sharp prompt:
Although it was a last resort, to slap oneself in the face and turn hostile, wasn't that a bit too shameless?
Forget it, forget it. It was a foregone conclusion.
Turning his head, he could see the boiling demonic energy rolling endlessly in the ravine. Tens of thousands of souls wailed in anguish, stretching out thousands of deformed arms toward the crack in the human world above, thirsting for fresh flesh and blood. Even deeper was hidden in the black fog and the strange scarlet light.
In Luo Binghe's memory, he had never seen Shen Qingqiu treat him so indifferently. Even when he first entered Cang Qiong Mountain Sect and Shizun didn't like him, the way he looked at him was not so empty, as if he didn't exist.
Ning Yingying suddenly cried out, "Shizun, don't, don't scare me. Isn't this … isn't this Ah Luo's positive Yang? It can't be? It can't be? "
And it seems that when I confirmed with you the day before yesterday, you said it was 10000?
Shen Qingqiu said softly, "Two years, no wonder you can advance by leaps and bounds. Luo Binghe, you are worthy of being Luo Binghe, your talent is extraordinary."
Did I say that? After so many years, Shen Qingqiu seriously thought about it.
Liu Qingge wasn't good with words. He patted Shen Qingqiu's shoulder and said, "The disciple is gone, but I can accept another."
He whispered, "Shizun, this disciple can explain."
Shen Qingqiu slowly said, "Qing Jing Peak's disciple Luo Binghe was harmed by the demons and died."
Hearing Shen Qingqiu say it with his own ears, shattering his hope, Luo Binghe's eyes reddened.
He knew that he would never forget the look in Luo Binghe's eyes when he fell.
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