As soon as Luo Binghe was shaken off, he was stunned for a moment. He immediately caught up and said, "Shizun, I know my mistake."
Especially when it came to making friends of the same sex!
His hatred was as fierce and deep as the dark red in his eyes. The long sword that he had thrown away was summoned and flew up, piercing through the chests of the few 'people' struggling on the ground. Shen Qingqiu hurriedly held him down and reprimanded him, "Don't mess around. Even in a dream, this is equivalent to self-harm. Don't tell me you've forgotten! "
Hearing this answer, Shen Qingqiu's expression was as complicated as his mood.
In the past, he really wouldn't care where other people (especially the same sex) touched him. They could touch him wherever they wanted. But not long ago, Luo Binghe had opened a series of doors to a new world. Shen Qingqiu's three views, which had been formed over the past twenty years, had been severely impacted. From now on, he had to look at this world with new eyes and a sensitive attitude.
Shen Qingqiu suddenly didn't dare to look him in the eye. Could it be that Luo Binghe had really been carrying a corpse, an empty shell that he didn't want for the past five years?
Shen Qingqiu quickly went through all the achievements and glorious achievements he had achieved under the coercion of the system over the past few years, and he really felt that it was ridiculous. What exactly went wrong that caused Luo Binghe to do that to him?! Shen Qingqiu had been a straight man since he was born, and there was no need to doubt Luo Binghe's sexual orientation. So whose problem was it?
Shen Qingqiu coldly said, "If you know you're wrong, then don't follow me."
Sha Hualing shuddered. Her heart felt cold, and a bad premonition welled up in her.
Seeing Luo Binghe's proficiency, it was likely that this wasn't the first time he had done this. No wonder Luo Binghe couldn't even tell whether he was a product of an illusion or an intruder from the outside world.
It did not hurt anymore. It really didn't hurt anymore. But because it didn't hurt anymore, it was scary. He had never heard of an antidote for something like the Heavenly Demon Blood!
He said it pitifully, as if he was afraid that Shen Qingqiu would rudely interrupt him and stop him from continuing. "I really didn't arrange the sower. At that time, I was so angry that I allowed Master to be locked in the water dungeon … I already know my mistake. "
Didn't he say that he wouldn't go down the path of suffering after turning dark?! Don't pull me!
Luo Binghe coldly said, "I'll go myself. Call Mo Bei over. "
He didn't even roll two rounds before he was pressed down by the man. He touched Shen Qingqiu's forehead and cheeks. His sparse beard had almost fallen off and was covered in cold sweat. He continued to touch Shen Qingqiu's chest and lower abdomen.
Shen Qingqiu looked at those eyes and faintly remembered something. But before he could think about it carefully, his mind suddenly exploded. He let out a pained sigh and buried his head. His five fingers formed a fist and slammed it into the ground.
It wasn't an illusion. The moment this person let go, Shen Qingqiu immediately felt pain. It seemed like … he really could pacify the Heavenly Demon Blood!
Then, he suddenly remembered that there was blood on his face as well. He wiped half of his face with his sleeve as if to remedy the situation. However, the more he wiped, the dirtier it became. He was like a child who had been caught red-handed stealing. He became more and more uneasy.
It was accompanied by a hoarse scream.
Originally, when Shen Qingqiu saw Luo Binghe, the image of Luo Binghe rolling off the bed with his body in his arms should have automatically appeared in his mind. It was hard to look at. But now, Luo Binghe was actually brutally killing his own dream creation. What was the difference between this and him taking a steel knife and stabbing it into his brain?
Shen Qingqiu felt that he was really f * * king worthy of the phrase "unprecedented and unsurpassable".
Luo Binghe: "No need."
Of course, Luo Binghe wouldn't forget. He stared straight at Shen Qingqiu and pressed the back of his hand. After a long while, he said: "I know I'm in a dream. It's only in a dream that Shizun would scold me like this. "
Shen Qingqiu: "Don't don't don't! Touch it! Please continue! Thank you! "
You can't treat Luo Binghe like this. If you don't have that kind of feeling for a person, you shouldn't give them hope. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and the greater the chance of continuing to be delirious and even losing his mind.
So when he brutally killed his own dream creation, could it be considered … self-punishment?
Sha Hualing thought that Luo Binghe definitely didn't care who the other intruder was. He probably only cared about Shen Qingqiu's body that had been taken away. She hurriedly changed her words: "Qiu Qingge alone carried that … carried … he couldn't have gone far! This subordinate will take people to chase after him! "
Shen Qingqiu sighed. After a moment of deliberation, he softly comforted: "If it's lost, then it's lost. I don't blame you. "
Luo Binghe hurriedly said: "I've long regretted it, I just couldn't tell you. Are you still angry that I forced you to self-destruct? I've already repaired all the spiritual veins in Shizun's body, I'm not lying! As long as I can enter the Holy Mausoleum, I'll definitely have a way to wake you up again. "
After thinking this through, Shen Qingqiu happily breathed a sigh of relief and fell head first to the ground.
Even in a dream, he shouldn't drag things out like this. It was time to make a decision. If they continued to be involved, it would become a sin. Shen Qingqiu decisively withdrew his hand, straightened his expression, and put on his best cold and aloof expression, then turned and left.
Shen Qingqiu said: "Not bad."
Shen Qingqiu turned his head. Under the moonlight, he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, but he had a bright and handsome silhouette. His eyes were very clear, like dewdrops, reflecting Shen Qingqiu's shadow and the moonlight.
Shen Qingqiu didn't answer, hesitating whether or not he should say some harsh words to make him give up on this idea. But Luo Binghe suddenly pounced on him, encircling him from behind, hugging him tightly, refusing to let go no matter how much he threw a tantrum. Shen Qingqiu's whole body was stiff from being hugged by him, as if he had been rubbed by something furry. His hair stood on end, and he exerted strength in his hands, but he still didn't hit him. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word: "Scram!"
Unfamiliar the first time, familiar the second time. Shen Qingqiu had experience pretending to be an artificial intelligence product, so he could still be considered calm. When he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but soften his voice: "What are you doing?"
One wanted to see him but couldn't see him, hugging a corpse for five years. The other wanted to avoid him, but he always felt that he had seen it too many times.
If he wasn't mentally retarded and insensible, only a madman would do this kind of thing!
If it was the Luo Binghe in reality, he probably wouldn't have such a time when he didn't care about his image and kept on talking. It was probably only in the dreams he created for himself that he dared to be so long-winded. Pushing him away at a time like this was like slapping the face of a little girl who had finally mustered up the courage to tremble and call the big sister chicken soup for the soul to complain. It was a bit cruel.
A sea of blood. Corpses piled up like a mountain.
He put Shen Qingqiu on the ground. His voice was gentle and refreshing, and his speech was slightly slow. He seemed to be a young man, and his tone was concerned: "How are you? Were you hurt just now? "
For some reason, the places he touched would feel slightly better. Shen Qingqiu caught his breath and couldn't help but say: "Uh, my dear friend, where … are you touching?"
Luo Binghe said in a low voice: "Shizun, I … I lost you again. This disciple is useless, I can't even protect your body. "
This time, Shen Qingqiu finally knew how gentle Luo Binghe had been when he manipulated the blood gu in his body.
He thought to himself: "Damn, I really lost!"
It seemed that every time he tried to stab Luo Binghe, Luo Binghe never dodged, never dodged or evaded, but met him head-on, letting him stab, letting him slash. Because of this, Shen Qingqiu didn't really want to stab him twice, but still managed to stab him. After stabbing him, he didn't treat the wound, but instead deliberately left it there.
Shen Qingqiu originally didn't understand why there were so many wounds on his body, but now he suddenly remembered. At the night meeting in Jinlan City, Luo Binghe played cat and mouse with him all the way, and when he finally caught him, he stabbed him. At that time, Luo Binghe directly grabbed the edge of the Xiu Ya sword with his hand.
The sound of flesh tearing.
The other pried Shen Qingqiu's fingers apart one by one, took them off his chest, and said with a smile: "Does it still hurt?"
Shen Qingqiu's compassion was greatly moved, but he also felt that it was absurd. What could be more absurd than trying to escape someone for so many years, only to find out in the end that the other person didn't want to kill you, but wanted to fuck you? Whether it was kill or fuck, the result would be the same, and Shen Qingqiu would run with all his might.
Shen Qingqiu laughed dryly twice, and then there was another wave of pain. Shen Qingqiu really did roll on the ground twice. As if that could relieve the pain.
Luo Binghe raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes muddled, and he looked delirious. But as soon as his eyes reflected the other's figure, they instantly brightened, and he immediately threw away the long sword in his hand, throwing it far away. He hid his blood-stained hands behind his back, and whispered: "Shizun."
Suddenly, the back of Shen Qingqiu's collar was lifted, and he felt pain in his lower jaw. His mouth was pinched open, and a liquid was poured in. His tongue was numb, and his stomach was sour. He couldn't taste what the liquid tasted like, but it shouldn't be anything tasty. He choked and was about to vomit when the other person covered his mouth. The action was forceful, but the tone was very gentle, coaxing: "Swallow it."
Luo Binghe's voice suddenly became cold: "After Huayue City, I swore that I would never lose Shizun again in this life, but I still let someone else snatch you away."
Only the Heavenly Demon's blood could balance the Heavenly Demon's blood.
What a good dark stallion male lead. Not to mention a harem, he might still be a virgin. He'd already gotten himself into this state, and it seemed too unkind of him to stab him again. Shen Qingqiu still lost to Luo Binghe, who had sold himself so miserably, and to his own sympathy.
Not only had he drunk it twice, but he'd also drunk two different Heavenly Demon's blood from the original owner.
What was shocking was that after the liquid entered his stomach, the pain of the blood worms' bites that had tormented him all the way quickly subsided.
Luo Binghe turned a deaf ear to it and said: "Or is Shizun angry about what happened in Jinlan City?"
The other person let out an "ah" and hurriedly let go, apologizing: "I'm sorry. I … didn't mean it. "
Luo Binghe immediately grabbed his hand tightly. Shen Qingqiu felt that the skin on the back of his hand was slightly uneven, and upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was a sword wound.
From the looks of it, the previous Luo Binghe didn't have any malice when he activated the blood worms in his body. It was practically full of tenderness and tenderness, as if he was teasing him.
As for the wound on his chest near his heart, it shouldn't be forgotten. Shen Qingqiu had accidentally stabbed him with a sword during the Immortal Alliance Conference when he'd forced him down.
If Luo Binghe really wanted to use the Heavenly Demon's blood to kill someone, it wouldn't be at the level of menstrual pain. He could make you wish you were dead, so painful that you couldn't even stand steadily, couldn't even speak, and could only roll on the ground. After rolling, you'd lie on the ground like a corpse, but the pain all over your body wouldn't lessen, and you wouldn't be able to wait for relief or get used to it.
As his tongue's sense of taste gradually returned, Shen Qingqiu felt the smell of blood in his mouth grow stronger. It was so strong that it made him nauseous. The original work had made it very clear that all drugs had no effect on the Heavenly Demon's blood.
Luo Binghe was unwilling to let go, muttering, "When I just returned from the Endless Abyss, I knew that Shizun announced to the public that I was killed by the demon race. Previously, I thought that Shizun was soft-hearted, after all, leaving behind some sentiments, not willing to let me lose my reputation. Who would have thought that after seeing Shizun's attitude, I was afraid that I had been too optimistic. I was afraid that Shizun was trying to hide the truth for me because he felt that he had taught a demon and ruined his reputation. "
Upon hearing this, Shen Qingqiu suddenly came to a realization. This won't do. Something was not right.
There was no need to think about it. If the characters were broken, it must be the author's problem. It was all Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky's fault!
Luo Binghe stared at him blankly: "… But I only have that now."
Grass.
Shen Qingqiu moved his lips, but still didn't have the strength to say a word. Right now, it was as if there were hundreds of millions of Gu worms reveling in his blood vessels, biting and expanding, wriggling and twisting. The feeling was disgusting and painful.
After the fury of the chaotic battle, Luo Binghe finally remembered that there was such a thing as the Heavenly Demon Blood.
Shen Qingqiu pressed his temples, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear.
His frozen hands rose and fell, clenched and unclenched. In the end, he sighed and rubbed that head that was taller than him.
Although Shen Qingqiu always liked to say that Luo Binghe was a masochist and liked to torture himself, at this level of self-abuse, no matter what, he couldn't squeeze out a few dry laughs or find time to complain.
The person who had taken advantage of the chaos to drag him out had probably already brought him to a safe area. He slowed down and helped Shen Qingqiu walk. Shen Qingqiu didn't want to walk, but he already didn't have the strength to speak. After being dragged for a while, half-dead and half-alive, that person finally realized that something was wrong.
Shen Qingqiu's Adam's apple vibrated violently. In a hurry, he still swallowed the liquid. A few traces of unknown liquid leaked out of the corner of his mouth. He buried his head in his hands and violently coughed. The man at the side helped him pat his back to calm his breathing.
Shen Qingqiu's body was comfortable, but his heart was in suspense. He grabbed the clothes at the man's chest: "What did you give me to drink?"
Luo Binghe stood woodenly in this purgatory-like scene. He was wearing black clothes that weren't stained with blood, but half of his cheeks were stained with dark red. Mechanically and coldly, he raised his sword and brought it down.
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