Luo Binghe was originally in a good mood, but after hearing this, the smile on his lips faded. "I'm not the Dream Demon's disciple."
Rip.
Shen Qingqiu left as soon as he said he would. Luo Binghe felt a splitting headache, but he couldn't move. He shouted, "Do you dare take another step?!"
Shen Qingqiu felt that his dignity as a teacher was being challenged. Before he could retaliate, Luo Binghe's hand slid down his back. His back was covered in goosebumps.
That was a must! The more powerful the spirit weapon, the harder it was to control. Xin Mo had changed hands over a hundred times since ancient times, and all of them were geniuses of various races. Even so, they couldn't escape the fate of dying under his own sword.
This could be added? What a pervert! Why did it feel so perverse!
What kind of world was this!
Luo Binghe didn't even try to dodge, letting Shen Qingqiu slam into his chest. His voice carried a hint of laughter, as if he was in a good mood again. "Shizun personally taught me this move. The path of strength must be controlled, and the most important thing to avoid is an unstable lower body. How could you forget?"
The illusion could be this precise. It probably wasn't much worse than the city the Dream Demon had created to trap them.
Thinking this, Shen Qingqiu wasn't careful and used too much strength, falling towards Luo Binghe.
Before Shen Qingqiu could speak, a voice with deep laughter came from above.
Shen Qingqiu aimed at another shop, kicked open the door, and jumped in.
Luo Binghe said, "As long as I don't dissolve the blood curse in your body, it's useless no matter where you run."
Luo Binghe said, "Shizun, if you're willing to come back on your own, anything can be discussed."
But today, Luo Binghe had to teach him that his posture wasn't right.
Shen Qingqiu said, "If you hate me, you don't have to make life difficult for this piece of clothing. Besides, this is Gongyi Xiao's! "
Luo Binghe pulled off another piece of white clothing and said, "When I saw Shizun wearing this clothing, I was very unhappy. It's better to tear it clean."
How was this a fight? This wasn't even giving moves, this was simply taking liberties!
This was cheating. Because the current Shen Qingqiu didn't have any shadow in this memory, he could easily break it without any effort.
He still remembered that Luo Binghe had just moved out of the woodshed not long ago. Although he relied on his amazing aptitude and randomly came up with a set of fighting methods, other than a few stabs and stabs that all the disciples knew, he didn't know anything more than that.
Right now, Luo Binghe couldn't divert his attention to set up a trap for him. So, as long as he experienced another illusion and overcame the hidden fear in his heart, he would be able to break this barrier that was beginning to collapse.
After Luo Binghe fell into the Endless Abyss, he found a wondrous sword in the belly of a prehistoric beast, which was forged by a demon sword-forging master with his whole life's efforts.
Luo Binghe's complexion was almost as black as the bottom of a pot. Word by word, it was as if he had crushed the words in his mouth before spitting them out. "Even if I can't come in person for the time being, shizun shouldn't be too happy."
This scene, illuminated by the dim yellow light of the flames, was extremely frightening. For a moment, Shen Qingqiu actually forgot that he was still in a dream and pounced forward to snatch Cheng Luan. That sword had already been nailed to the center of Liu Qingge's heart. Shen Qingqiu only lightly touched it, and on the spot, blood wildly spurted out, his eyes red. Shen Qingqiu slightly sobered up, took two steps back, and bumped into another person.
In order to correct Luo Binghe's unbearable habit, Shen Qingqiu could be said to have painstakingly given him personal guidance every day. He didn't know why, but with Luo Binghe's intelligence and comprehension, he should have understood with a single point. He didn't need to say it a second time, but in reality, he behaved very stubbornly. Earnest teachings, he turned his head and immediately forgot, always using too much force, bumping into Shen Qingqiu's chest who knew how many times. Eventually, Shen Qingqiu also became angry.
Although the original goods and his soul belonged to two different people, after all, he was still using someone else's body, so it would more or less be affected. What he saw last night should be the original Shen Jiu's memories when he was young.
Shen Qingqiu suddenly understood what these things were — this was their original state of death!
He said unhurriedly, "There's a problem with that sword of yours, right?"
Shen Qingqiu said, "Oh. Is that so? "
If you don't leave now, then when!
Are you doing this on purpose or not?!
As soon as the door behind him closed, all the noise and clamor in the outside world seemed to have been cut off by a sharp blade. In an instant, there was a deathly silence.
They were originally just staring blankly, stupefied, or doing what they were doing, but now they began to slowly gather around him with him as the center. Shen Qingqiu was squeezed in the middle, but he couldn't directly blast them away. Looking at Luo Binghe again, his brows were also tightly knitted, one hand pressed against his temple. He had no time to pay attention to anything else, as if he was enduring the invasion of his brain.
Shen Qingqiu watched him practice a set of sword techniques, palm techniques, and footwork, and held his forehead for a long time. Luo Binghe anxiously waited on the side for evaluation.
The Xin Mo sword would backfire on its wielder. If you could make it submit, it would be a sharp weapon in your hands. If one day you were unable to control its evil energy, you would be nothing more than a sacrificial lamb for the sword.
This was definitely not his memory. But this face was indeed exactly the same as his. It was just that it lacked the tempering of time and cultivation, and had the immaturity of a youth.
He couldn't help but smack the back of Luo Binghe's head, neither lightly nor heavily, and shouted, "Are you defending against the enemy? You're basically throwing yourself into my arms! "
Luo Binghe slowly took off his mask, the expression on his face seeming to be regretting that the game of ghost and man could not continue. He said, "Not bad. What does Shizun think? "
Luo Binghe's face was flushed red, and he obediently began to practice, not daring to make any careless mistakes.
Logically speaking, Gongyi Xiao being exiled to the desolate border with no future to speak of should have happened after Luo Binghe and the Young Palace Mistress rolled in the sheets.
After a long time, as if someone had lit a candle, his field of vision trembled as it brightened. Shen Qingqiu lowered his head and met eyes with a strange yet familiar face.
Shen Qingqiu walked a dozen steps in a row. When he was done, he turned around and asked, "How is it?"
After holding it in for a while, Luo Binghe replied in a tone of pique, "No!"
This was Shen Qingqiu, but also not Shen Qingqiu.
Then don't tear my clothes, okay?! Shen Qingqiu gripped the remaining fabric and said angrily, "What are you doing?! Is this the only way to humiliate people?! "
Dressed in coarse cloth, he knelt on the ground in a dejected posture, his hands tightly tied with hemp rope. Although his face was deathly pale, his eyes were very sharp.
But without waiting for Luo Binghe's answer, the faceless people around Shen Qingqiu suddenly became restless.
Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and said, "Luo Binghe!"
Shen Qingqiu suddenly struggled. The other party did not forcibly suppress him, so it was not difficult to break free. He retreated a few steps in a row, maintaining a safe distance, and then stabilized his figure.
At least he had more confidence than facing Luo Binghe!
Luo Binghe said, "It was clearly Shizun who humiliated me first!"
He smiled. "Then now, why don't you come and catch me yourself?"
Shen Qingqiu said, "Is this considered 'lenient punishment'?"
He suddenly turned his head and Yue Qingyuan was looking down at him.
System: 【Coolness + 50.】
Luo Binghe's face sank. "Shizun is the one who really hates me, he had to draw a clear line with me over a piece of clothing."
But now, following the chaos of the plot, the plot of the backlash was also brought forward!
After waking up, he looked around and found that he was lying in an abandoned house. The sky was already bright, and white light spilled in through the cracks in the old window frame and the paper.
This person immediately turned around and hugged him.
Moreover, he very accurately grasped the object of his fear.
Fine. No, no. Shen Qingqiu felt that there was no need to worry about this problem.
Congratulations my ass!
He said coolly, "If it is Gongyi Xiao, I advise Shizun not to think about him anymore."
His body was stained with blood, a shocking deep red. There was more than one wound, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he had already stabbed himself countless times. The expression on his face was one of anger and madness, and it was clear that he was delirious and possessed by the devil.
Although they were looking at each other, those eyes were empty and without light. From the throat to the chest, the limbs, the waist … … it was densely covered with pitch-black arrows.
Shen Qingqiu's expression changed unpredictably. Seeing this, Luo Binghe said, "What is Shizun thinking about?"
But in retrospect, Shen Qingqiu felt quite suspicious. In the dream, Shen Jiu was tied up. He thought that Shen Jiu was still in the hands of the human traffickers, but that room was covered with soft blankets, had a treasure pavilion, and the walls were hung with calligraphy and paintings. It was very noble, but it didn't seem like a place to hide filth. It was clearly the study of a rich family … …
Shen Qingqiu stared at him without blinking.
Why did it come again!
Shen Qingqiu did not look sideways, and said in a noble and elegant voice, "Goodbye!"
System: 【Coolness + 100! Congratulations!】
The other was a little taller than him, tall and slender, black as ink, revealing only his white neck, and above that was a sinister ghost mask covering his face.
Luo Binghe looked like he was about to vomit blood. He spat out each word from between his teeth, "… … Just you wait!"
He didn't need to lift the mask to know whose face was behind it.
Shen Qingqiu held his breath and waited quietly.
Shen Qingqiu said, "This city, it was all built by you?"
Ten thousand arrows pierced through his body.
He retreated in the direction he came in and actually touched the wooden door. Shen Qingqiu felt like he had been pardoned. He kicked the door open and rushed out. This time, his mind was unsteady, and he was confused. He stumbled and looked a little embarrassed. All the "people" on the street stared at him in dead silence, unable to distinguish north from south. Shen Qingqiu bumped into a person's chest.
You want me to wait, so I wait? I'm not an idiot!
Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear to hit him, and after a long time, he squeezed out a sentence, "Quite flexible."
Where are you hitting?! Are you kidding me?! Shouldn't the goal of fighting be to knock down the opponent?!
This meant that he wouldn't stop until he stripped him naked, right?
Damn, he really taught this move to Luo Binghe!
No matter what came out this time, Shen Qingqiu had absolute confidence that he could face it calmly.
Luo Binghe stiffened, and sparks flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, Shen Qingqiu's mind was filled with a colorful barrage of "little bastard."
Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear it anymore. He would rather be watched by a group of faceless people outside than see this kind of thing!
A thin youth knelt in front of him.
Why! Why would two grown men discuss about a piece of clothing when they were surrounded by a crowd? Luo Binghe, you're the sensitive type?
Hearing this, Shen Qingqiu felt an ominous feeling rise in his heart. He asked in a low voice, "… What happened to Gongyi Xiao?"
Shen Qingqiu nodded slowly. "As expected of Dream Demon's direct disciple."
Just from the name, one could tell that it was something very dangerous, right?!
Shen Qingqiu suddenly sat up from the wooden plank.
It seemed that Shen Jiu wasn't as spoiled as Qiu Haitang had said.
The backlash from Xin Mo's sword was no joke. No wonder he didn't chase after him. He was busy in seclusion, so of course he couldn't catch him himself!
Seeing him like this, Shen Qingqiu felt even more assured.
Suddenly, Luo Binghe grabbed his shoulder and pulled hard.
Remembering the illusion before the dream collapsed, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but ponder.
He had to make it clear — this was Shen Jiu!
Luo Binghe's hand tightened, and the white cloth disintegrated into pieces, disappearing with the wind. He still hadn't vented his anger and pressed down on Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu saw the look in his eyes and felt that there was no end to it. Although he didn't know that Luo Binghe had the attribute of a clothes-tearing demon, he obviously couldn't just sit and wait for death. He pushed back and forth with a dozen moves, quick and nimble. Luo Binghe clearly had the upper hand, but he played like a cat with a mouse, patiently accompanying him for a while.
Shen Qingqiu immediately came to his senses. It was most likely Xin Mo's sword taking advantage of the situation to try and disturb Luo Binghe's mind. He couldn't spare any more energy to maintain the boundary, and the dream began to go berserk.
But now that the plot was so chaotic that even Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky didn't recognize him, anything could happen ahead of time.
I've already cleaned and folded it for you, what more do you want? You can't expect me to hand wash it and personally send it back, can you?!
Shen Qingqiu was a bit surprised. "Didn't you take him as your master?"
"Shizun, be careful."
The heavens are helping me!
Come to think of it, last night he wandered around randomly at the ceremony, and not long after, he really did find an old house with no one. His original intention was just to rest, but he didn't want to accidentally fall asleep and be caught by Luo Binghe in the dream.
This sword was called Xin Mo.
Shen Qingqiu's movements were fast enough, but in Luo Binghe's eyes, it was as if he was always a beat too slow. When he aimed his palm out, he could always calmly and unhurriedly dodge it by a hair's breadth, and then return the favor symbolically. In addition, the System was annoying to death. The coolness prompts kept ringing, ranging from 20, 30, 50, it was simply a demonic sound penetrating the brain. After a few rounds, it was Shen Qingqiu's turn to have a dark expression.
In the original Luo Binghe, after entering the Demon Realm, his mind became uneasy for the first time and he almost suffered a backlash. Later, because he wanted to solve this problem, he opened up a 500-chapter storyline and took in eight or nine girls.
He should have been the cause of their deaths with his own hands!
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