Shen Qingqiu breathed heavily for a while, and with great difficulty settled his mind. Suddenly, he was startled to see fire everywhere in the main hall, and alarm bells rang out. He poked his head out, his clothes fluttering in the night wind. Looking down from above, he saw countless lights converging in this direction. The disciples of Huan Hua Palace were rushing in from all directions.
Shen Qingqiu would not yield even if he was beaten to death, struggling tenaciously to resist. Just as he was considering whether to self-detonate again or hit Luo Binghe's vital parts, Luo Binghe suddenly let go of him. Looking up at the swirling clouds in the sky, his face suddenly darkened.
Huan Hua Pavilion was the place where the previous palace masters cultivated and resided. It wasn't far from here. Shen Qingqiu jumped off the roof in two or three steps and mixed in with the crowd. Before he stepped into Huan Hua Pavilion, waves of threatening cold air hit him in the face. From inside came an angry shout full of murderous intent.
On the meditation platform in the center of the pavilion, the curtains were half covered, and several black and white coats were piled messily on the edge of the platform.
Qiu Qingge also realized that using Cheng Luan in such a narrow room, if he wasn't careful, the sharp sword energy could damage the corpse. He immediately sheathed his sword and began to compete with Luo Binghe's spiritual power.
She already knew that this person was temperamental. She didn't know how she had angered him, so she fearfully said: "Jun Shang, calm your anger. Jun Shang, calm your anger! "
He really could never forget the scene just now. After the Cheng Luan sword cut through the entrance, the room was empty except for the overlapping shadows between the curtains on the meditation platform. Qiu Qingge knew that Luo Binghe must be inside, but he never thought that he wasn't the only one inside!
Shen Qingqiu didn't answer and increased his strength. Two incomparably powerful spiritual powers converged into one. Although Luo Binghe withstood it, this offensive spiritual power flowed through his body and into the body he was holding. He could dissolve it, but the dead couldn't. If he didn't let go, the body would most likely explode from the shock of the spiritual power. Luo Binghe didn't want to damage the body and could only let go. The body was immediately bounced off by the boiling spiritual power and flew out.
Shen Qingqiu's feet slipped and he immediately turned back.
Shen Qingqiu's internal organs were shaken by the sudden burst of spiritual energy and murderous aura, and he knew that Liu Qingge was furious. He hurriedly yelled at Liu Qingge: "Hurry up and leave!"
Luo Binghe was only wearing undergarments and looked like he had just gotten out of bed. His black hair was loose, his clothes were untidy, and his collar was crooked. His complexion was abnormally pale, but his lips had a tinge of blood. Two specks of cold light flickered in his eyes, giving off a threatening ghostly aura. They were showing off their abilities and were preparing for war.
In an instant, the scene and figure in front of Shen Qingqiu's eyes collapsed and dissipated, transforming into thousands of fragments. At the same time, Shen Qingqiu leapt from the roof of the Huan Hua Palace's main hall.
Along with the flying sand and pebbles, apart from the people and the people, there were also two things that hit the ground with a clanging sound. Shen Qingqiu took a closer look and saw that it was actually two swords.
He stood blankly in place, his face blank for a moment. He even forgot to fight back, like a child whose most beloved thing in the world had been snatched away. He looked as if the sky was about to collapse. Shen Qingqiu had originally planned to take advantage of his stupor to slip away, but he didn't know why, but his heels were stuck to the ground. The feeling of reluctance that had flashed by just now became even stronger.
It felt like ever since he came here, he had often been the selfless one who selflessly brought up the rear?! Liu Qingge glanced at him. Sure enough, without any sloppiness, he left as soon as he said he would. Carrying the body, he leaped onto the sword, and like a bolt of lightning, he left.
Luo Binghe raised his eyebrows and pulled the limp body in his left hand closer to his chest. He said: "What do you think I did?"
The bad thing was that his heart had softened at this untimely moment. Before he could escape, Luo Binghe suddenly turned his head, two fierce red eyes nailing him to his body.
Hurry up and wake up! Even though this is a dream, I didn't come out of your dream!!!
That figure was incomparably swift. Like a whirlwind, it swept up Shen Qingqiu and left. Luo Binghe's eyesight and reflexes were superb. His explosive strike actually missed.
A crowd of confused disciples who had heard the alarm bell burst through the door. The dozens of people in the front row were all sent flying by an extremely powerful wave of air. Shen Qingqiu was in the group of people at the back. He just happened to dodge the attack, picked a good position, and took advantage of the chaos to sneak in. As soon as he entered the door, goosebumps rose all over his body from the cold.
He couldn't wake him up with a slap, and he also couldn't be allowed to continue being muddle-headed!!!
Luo Binghe's pupils turned completely red. The entire Huan Hua Pavilion was like a sealed box with a bomb inside. When the bomb exploded, the four walls collapsed with a loud rumble.
Zheng Yang, Xiu Ya.
A few disciples who didn't know the gravity of the situation wanted to move. Luo Binghe shouted: "Don't touch!" From afar, he waved his sleeves, and miserable screams filled the air. Shen Qingqiu withdrew the spiritual energy he had added to Liu Qingge's back. With a tap of his foot, he leaped forward and caught that body.
… Too heavy taste. Too f * cking heavy taste!
After Luo Binghe let go, his gaze was firmly glued to that body. His expression was one of helplessness and unwillingness. Seeing his expression, Shen Qingqiu suddenly felt a little unbearable. Using this method to force him to let go, why did it feel a little like bullying him?
This was the real world!
Liu Qingge didn't say a word. Cheng Luan stabbed out. Xin Mo was still not completely unsheathed. Luo Binghe only used the scabbard to block Cheng Luan's edge. The sword qi was overbearing. He tilted his body slightly, blocking the biting cold sword qi. He shielded the body in his hands behind his back, his expression angry.
With great difficulty, Shen Qingqiu pulled out a hand and pressed it against his chest. He really didn't want to put on this kind of posture of a good woman defending against a thug, but did this look like you knew you were in the wrong?!
This "not bad" was even more frightening than hearing Luo Binghe tell her to commit suicide on the spot. Sha Hualing was scared out of her wits. She hurriedly said: "This subordinate has something to report! As soon as the intruders came in, this subordinate sensed them and dealt with them. But Liu Qingge wasn't the only intruder! This Bai Zhan Peak Lord also explored the palace at night before, but he couldn't break the maze. This time, someone broke the maze first, and Liu Qingge was able to successfully invade. "
Shen Qingqiu hadn't thought of something to roar to calm his emotions. Caught off guard, his back bumped into Qing Zhu, and he was pressed against it. Luo Binghe lowered his head and pressed down again.
Luo Binghe said sternly: "Liu Qingge, for Shizun's sake, I've spared your life time and time again. You just had to want to die, so don't blame me!"
Luo Binghe's right hand rested on the Xin Mo sword that never left his side. The snow-white blade was already half unsheathed. His left hand, however, was still holding someone.
Shen Qingqiu dodged a mountain-splitting attack. He raised his head and saw Luo Binghe glaring at him, his face full of malevolence. Only then did Shen Qingqiu realize that the clothes on this body had all fallen off. He was holding her naked in his arms, touching and looking at her. No matter how he looked at it, it was … an extremely unhealthy and provocative scene.
Liu Qingge said: "What did you do?"
These two broken swords that should have shared the same fate had been repaired by some unknown method. They were tied together and placed in the Huan Hua Pavilion. Only after the pavilion collapsed did they see the light of day again.
Luo Binghe said calmly: "If it were someone else, do you think I would do this?"
Although he couldn't look directly at it, he hadn't forgotten the reason he came back.
Shen Qingqiu was overjoyed. It was best to invade and take advantage of the chaos to escape. Who cared about the Heavenly Demon's blood? How could it compare to moral integrity? Leave first and talk later. Goodbye! In the end, he hadn't even taken two steps when he heard someone shout again:
But even if he didn't have the heart, there was nothing he could do. If he continued to let him hold the corpse, who knew what kind of terrible, sinful development would occur!
Seeing these two swords again, Shen Qingqiu didn't know what to feel. He looked at Luo Binghe. His clothes were originally disheveled, and after this wave of explosions, his clear collarbone and chest were exposed. Near his heart, there was a hideous sword wound.
Luo Binghe didn't dodge or hide. He was kicked head-on, but he didn't take a step back. He still hugged him and refused to let go. Looking angry and wronged, he asked: "Can't I even dream?"
Qiu Qingge's side received help, and Luo Binghe was slightly suppressed. He didn't dare to be careless. Slightly tilting his head, he could only see the vague face of the person behind him, as if it was covered by something. Qiu Qingge whispered: "Who is it?"
Rather than saying it was a person, it was more like "a body." Lifeless, the head drooped, the limbs weak but very soft. It was also wearing a thin undergarment, the collar slid down to the shoulders, revealing half of its deathly pale back.
Luo Binghe wanted to grab it, but Shen Qingqiu held him back. Shen Qingqiu was originally worried that Luo Binghe would activate the Heavenly Demon's Blood Curse, but he didn't know whether he was muddle-headed or too anxious to use this trump card. Qiu Qingge caught the body with one hand and summoned Cheng Luan with the other, easily repelling the encirclement of the Huan Hua Palace disciples. The body was tossed around by them, and the clothes were completely torn. As soon as Qiu Qingge touched it, he felt smooth skin on his palm. It was thin and cool, and there seemed to be a slight electric current crawling through his hand. His whole body stiffened, and it didn't seem to fit anywhere. He almost pushed the person back again. Fortunately, he resisted this impulse. He took off his outer robe, and the white clothes spread out like wings, wrapping around the body in his arms. Cheng Luan flew back and floated steadily in front of his feet.
Not only was the temperature extremely low, but the walls were tightly sealed, and the doors and windows were airtight. It was cold and dark. If it weren't for the intruder (Cang Qiong Mountain Sect's Demolition Office Director Qiu Qingge) forcibly breaking open a large hole, it would have looked like an ice coffin.
He wanted to say to him: "Don't be so sad, Shizun isn't dead."
Luo Binghe's self-healing ability was extremely strong. Even if his hands and feet were cut off, he could seamlessly reattach them, and it didn't matter if they grew back. Unless he deliberately didn't heal himself, it was impossible for his body to have a wound that couldn't be healed without leaving a trace.
This was no longer a question of fear. Even without thinking about it, it was terrifying!
The Xin Mo sword in its scabbard trembled joyfully and viciously. Luo Binghe's eyes clearly told Shen Qingqiu that he would certainly be hacked to pieces. Shen Qingqiu looked at his furious and pained eyes and took two steps back. Suddenly, as if possessed, he wanted to tell him the truth.
The Huan Hua Palace disciples surrounding them were all dumbstruck. Luo Binghe didn't pay attention to them and focused on dealing with Qiu Qingge. The spiritual power in the air around the two of them was like boiling water, and the expressions on their faces were more terrifying than the last. No one dared to step into Huan Hua Pavilion again, for fear of being caught in the crossfire.
"Scram!"
Someone scolded. "Why did they attack again? How many times have they invaded? Was there even one that was stopped?"
The entire Huan Hua Pavilion seemed to have become a huge ice cave. Taking a step inside was like stepping into a world of ice and snow. Shen Qingqiu's sleeves and robes were filled with cold wind, and the cold sweat on his back and forehead quickly froze into thin ice. One could imagine how cold it was in the room.
What the hell!
No wonder he didn't have a single wife and his harem was a mess. Women could no longer arouse his interest and were no longer linked to his coolness!
Shen Qingqiu was speechless. Two people, or rather, a living person and a dead person, rolled out of a bed-like place with no clothes covering their bodies and hugged each other — no matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like they had done anything positive!
Damn it. Qiu Qingge just had to come at this time. He couldn't just leave him to the completely broken and angry Luo Binghe, could he?
Seven steps away from him, Qiu Qingge's sword-wielding hand was protruding and his entire face was ashen.
Even if he had a brain full of holes like the surface of the moon, he would never have thought that one day he would become one of the main characters in this kind of hardcore PLAY. The one in Luo Binghe's arms … was indeed dead, right? There was absolutely no mistake, because that was his corpse, okay?!
He didn't raise the male protagonist to be apathetic, and it wasn't a matter of masochism or not. The truth was scarier than that. He raised the male protagonist to be gay, ah ah ah ah ah ah!
The spiritual power of a person who self-destructed would dissipate, and there would be no cultivation left in the body to prevent the body from rotting. Moreover, the time of death had already been more than five years. It was impossible to preserve the body with ice to such an extent. There was no smell of herbs on the body, so it shouldn't have been chemically treated. He didn't know what method Luo Binghe had used.
Just as he moved his lips, a black shadow swept out from the crowd of Huan Hua Palace disciples.
He stood where he was, coldly looking at the ruins of Huan Hua Pavilion and the people lying all over the ground. The Huan Hua Palace disciples hadn't been able to intervene, but they knew that Luo Binghe was uneasy tonight and had repeatedly failed. He would inevitably fly into a rage, so they hurriedly knelt down. Sha Hualing just arrived at this time and hurried forward. As soon as she arrived, she was sent flying by Luo Binghe, vomiting three liters of blood.
"Guard! All departments listen to my orders, guard! "
It wasn't that Shen Qingqiu hadn't been kissed before, but this was the first time he felt the threat of the other person going berserk at any time and biting off his upper and lower lips. Between his messy breaths, Luo Binghe whispered: "Shizun, I was wrong …"
He hurriedly pulled at the corpse's clothes and sent this hot potato over to Qiu Qingge: "Catch!"
"It's heading towards Huan Hua Pavilion. Form a formation to stop Qiu Qingge!"
He was the one who was wrong, really wrong, completely wrong. What was called there was no wind coming from an empty hole? Jianghu gossip was based on science. Every gossip person was an angel with broken wings in their previous life, able to see the essence through appearances!
Qiu Qingge stared at Luo Binghe, who was sitting calmly at the side of the meditation platform, and said word by word: "You bastard."
Hugging his own corpse, this feeling really wasn't an ordinary kind of sour feeling. Shen Qingqiu took a cursory look. His previous body actually still had a ruddy complexion, and his limbs were soft, no different from a living person in a deep sleep, except that his eyes were closed and he wasn't breathing.
Suddenly realizing the truth, Shen Qingqiu was half horrified and half indignant. He lifted his foot and kicked!
Luo Binghe looked in the direction Qiu Qingge had disappeared on his sword, slowly clenching his fists, the bones of his fingers cracking.
On the Cheng Luan sword, a murderous aura burst forth. Shen Qingqiu vigilantly swept his eyes back and forth between the two sides. However, he only glanced in the direction Qiu Qingge's sword was pointing at, and in his mind, the last trace of stubbornly resisting three views was completely shattered.
Luo Binghe: "The person you brought back is really not bad."
Shen Qingqiu wasn't afraid of being implicated. He just simply couldn't look straight at him.
Shen Qingqiu flashed behind Qiu Qingge. The latter was alarmed, thinking it was a sneak attacker. He sneered and prepared to use spiritual energy to shake it off, but a hand pressed against his back, and a gentle but firm flow of spiritual energy poured into his spiritual veins.
Luo Binghe was about to make a move, but his heart suddenly trembled, and he was forced to slow down by the Xin Mo sword's sudden backlash. Just a beat away, and he could only watch helplessly as Qiu Qingge carried Shen Qingqiu's corpse away.
This was the true meaning of death on both sides!!!
As they rolled and fought, that body's clothes were loose and loose, completely sliding down to the waist. Luo Binghe's palm directly pressed against that white flesh. Qiu Qingge's eyes were bloodshot as he said: "Bastard, in any case, he is still your Shizun!"
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