The Dream Demon said, "I can't wake him up."
Only, although this critical strike was useful, it couldn't be used all the time. The consumption of spiritual energy was too great, and it wouldn't be long before he ran out of ammunition. Moreover, Shen Qingqiu had now returned to the state of having two bars of spiritual energy, so he couldn't be as carefree as before. After twenty or so rounds, he felt his strength falling short. The blind corpses pushed and shoved in the tomb, so he could only kick them away. Although these monsters were low level, he couldn't finish them all. He also had to carry a dazed Luo Binghe. Stumbling, he didn't hold on for a moment, and Luo Binghe's head hit the stone wall.
Luo Binghe said lightly, "I met that snake in the Southern Frontier before, fought a few times, and almost suffered a loss. I haven't seen the other one, but I can't beat him. "
The Dream Demon said, minding his own business, "This kid deserves it. In the past five years, he spent his spiritual energy summoning souls during the day and recklessly killed his own dreamscape creations at night. This old man taught him long ago that doing so was tantamount to destroying his own spirit, but he ignored it. Sooner or later, this day will come. In recent days, in order to preserve your flesh spirit body, your spiritual energy has been consumed, and that demon sword is waiting for an opportunity to cause trouble. Moreover, he forced his way into the Holy Mausoleum and confronted our clan's most talented Heavenly Demon bloodline descendant. "
But if there was a place that absolutely wouldn't hide a Death Breath Candle, it would be inside a coffin. As long as there was no light source, these blind people couldn't catch them.
The Dream Demon snorted, "Our clan's Holy Mausoleum is full of danger, and there are two troublesome characters waiting. You alone can't protect him."
It sounded like this wasn't Luo Binghe's first encounter with them. Shen Qingqiu said, "You've seen them before?"
What did this child eat to grow up! He looked thin, but why was he so heavy!
Thousands of thoughts came one after another, and Shen Qingqiu's mind was in a mess, but one thing was clear: no matter what, he couldn't let Luo Binghe die here.
Shen Qingqiu said, "Since Senior Dream Demon appeared in front of me, I must be dreaming right now."
"Binghe, can you hear me clearly?"
It seemed he wasn't going to say anything good, but the first one was already seriously ill, so the second one couldn't be worse. Shen Qingqiu asked patiently, "What about the other one?"
Originally, the lower abdomen should be the softest part of the human body, but Shen Qingqiu's stomach was pressed down by Luo Binghe's lower abdomen. The more he pressed down, the more convinced he was that Luo Binghe must have trained an eight pack, which was so hard that it scared people to death.
Seeing that he was about to touch Luo Binghe's calf, Shen Qingqiu steeled his heart and spread his legs apart, letting Luo Binghe's left leg fall between his legs.
"Dong!" It sounded especially painful. Shen Qingqiu felt uneasy and used his hand to prop up the back of his head. He touched it again and again, feeling as if there was a big bump. She was burning and falling, so she couldn't knock the child silly!
Shen Qingqiu replied, "Sleep. Wait for me to wake up. "
Sky Pillar!!! It's Sky Pillar!
Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes and sighed: "But at this moment, besides me, who else can protect Luo Binghe, or should I say will protect him?"
The Dream Demon lightly said: "I can't enter. Right now, this brat's primordial spirit was in primordial chaos, an expanse of nothingness, covered in layers of mist, falling into a dream without waking up. This old man has only encountered such a situation in the dreams of two types of people. One of them is a seriously ill person on the verge of death. "
He had already compressed the space the two of them occupied to the minimum. It really couldn't be any smaller!
… Don't tell him which coffin it was that had come back to life. He had seen it just now, and it was pretty much all real stuff!
Shen Qingqiu waited until the blind corpses grumbled out of the tomb and wandered far away before he let out a sigh of relief.
There was still half of the coffin lid that wasn't closed tightly. Shen Qingqiu was just about to reach out and close it when a faint green light flickered outside and several stooped black shadows appeared on the ceiling.
Shen Qingqiu did some calculations. In order to protect his body from withering, Luo Binghe had consumed several days of spiritual energy, but in the end, he still couldn't protect it. He had spent a lot of effort to randomly catch the Black Moon Rhinoceros Python. After coming to the Holy Mausoleum, he had first been punched and kicked by Tianlang-Jun, then hit by the sound wave attack of the Palace of Happiness, then continued to be punched and kicked by Tianlang-Jun, and finally drenched by a rain of corpses.
The veins on the Dream Demon's forehead bulged: "You dare to ignore this old man?"
Dazzling Wind wildly danced for a long time. He slapped his face, comforting himself: There was no day or night in the Holy Mausoleum. Maybe it was still morning outside?! A normal phenomenon, a normal physiological phenomenon!
The Dream Demon raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"
Zhuzhi-Lang was born in the Southern Frontier, so he was naturally more diligent there. Tianlang-Jun had also said that the plague in Jinlan City was originally caused to solve the food problem in the Southern Frontier. Luo Binghe and Zhuzhi-Lang had fought a few times in the Southern Frontier, so this was expected.
Pretending not to see it should be forgiven, right?!?!?!
The Dream Demon was still resentful: "Wake up? Even if you wake up, you don't know how to get out. The open entrance has already been closed. "
"There's nothing I can do."
Shen Qingqiu was unhurried, lying on his back facing the sky. Luo Binghe's face was pressed down on his body, his head resting on his shoulder. The heat spread to Shen Qingqiu's neck, burning him uncomfortably. If even he was uncomfortable, Luo Binghe was naturally even more uncomfortable.
He looked down again. Only then did he discover that this "sword hilt" was really an extraordinary thing.
The Dream Demon snorted: "But the predicament you two are in right now is not a dream."
That withered and skinny hand with grime filled nails and a few strands of hair wrapped around it tremblingly reached into the stone coffin, feeling around. The space inside this coffin was narrow, but the coffin was deep and long. As long as he continued to explore this area, he still wouldn't be able to touch the two people at the bottom of the coffin.
His words were very right, very right.
This could also be a preparation room. Inside, the coffins were all over the place, extremely disorderly. Some even had their lids flipped over on the ground. There was not the slightest bit of solemnity. Shen Qingqiu hurriedly dragged Luo Binghe inside, checking one coffin at a time. Some had withered corpses in strange postures, and some were completely empty.
Shen Qingqiu's face was full of black lines. What "if" and "can wake up", this kind of tone of uncertain life and death made him feel more and more uneasy, okay?!
It just so happened that Luo Binghe's hand was cold and hot, so he might as well use his hand to cool his forehead. Shen Qingqiu thought this was a good idea. He was just about to grab Luo Binghe's wrist and lift it up when his body suddenly stiffened.
But Zhuzhi-Lang didn't seem to explain his identity to Luo Binghe, much less treat him as a young master. Tianlang-Jun also didn't seem to have this intention.
After listening to two sentences, Shen Qingqiu felt that this voice was very familiar. He had definitely heard it somewhere before, and not just once. With a flash of inspiration, he sheathed his sword and said: "Since it's Senior Dream Demon, there's no need to play tricks."
"Progress in physical relations"? What kind of thing was that?
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Squinting his eyes, he saw that although Luo Binghe's eyes were closed, the Heavenly Demon Sin Imprint on his forehead had already appeared. The scarlet mark on his forehead flickered with each breath he took. The red light dimmed and brightened.
Shen Qingqiu closed his eyes: "Since Senior has already said that your hands are tied, of course I can only wait for myself to wake up and escort him out."
Thank the heavens, finally that old demon Dream Demon was willing to let him out. Shen Qingqiu was just about to roll and sit up when suddenly, his right leg seemed to rub against something, hard poking the inside of his thigh.
This little demon was hard to deal with. Continuing to stay in this tomb filled with Death Breath Candles would only attract an unending stream of blind corpses. He changed his posture, carrying Luo Binghe's hand on his shoulder and dragging him forward with large strides. The blind corpse was thrown several zhang behind him, but following his rapid breathing, the Death Breath Candles continuously lit up, illuminating the two figures without any place to hide. Although the blind corpse couldn't keep up, it couldn't shake him off and pursued relentlessly. Until they passed by a small tomb chamber at the corner.
Shen Qingqiu said: "It really has been a long time."
After Luo Binghe fainted, the pressure lost its deterrent power. The blind corpses that had just retreated into the depths of the darkness began to stir again, hissing as they surrounded them.
The Dream Demon coldly said: "After so many years, you're finally willing to admit that this kid is your disciple and that you are his Shizun?"
In a split second, Shen Qingqiu also became stiff as a dried fish.
The blind corpse came in.
Although Luo Binghe's steps were steady, he still faintly limped. But he still walked with his back straight, not even leaning on the wall for support. Shen Qingqiu saw this and had mixed feelings. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly made up his mind and stepped forward, wanting to support Luo Binghe. Suddenly, the candlelight flashed.
"… …"
Shen Qingqiu held the crooked Luo Binghe in one hand and grasped the Xiu Ya sword in the other. With a fierce flick, the sword flew out of its sheath with the momentum of an arrow. It was the first to pierce through a dozen or so blind corpses. However, the snow-white blade reflected light very strongly. The green light of the Death Breath Candles reflected on the blade, becoming more and more dazzling. The blind corpses' ability to capture light was extremely strong and they dodged quickly. The second time, this move didn't work. Shen Qingqiu had just returned his sword to his waist when a few skinny arms had already stretched out close to him. One of them even went straight for Shen Qingqiu's eyeball. Shen Qingqiu's palm struck out with a critical strike, causing the unruly blind corpse's head to explode.
Before, the Dream Demon could only appear in the form of a black fog in his dreams, but now he could transform into a human form. It seemed that borrowing Luo Binghe's body had healed quite well. Seeing that the newcomer was an old grandfather who absolutely stood on Luo Binghe's side, Shen Qingqiu actually relaxed.
Shen Qingqiu first thought it was the sword hilt and absentmindedly reached out to touch it. Just as he touched it, the system suddenly exploded:
But leaving it like this seemed too pitiful!!!
It actually looked a bit like kissing Luo Binghe's forehead. But at this critical moment, don't care about these kinds of details. Saving your life is more important!
Shen Qingqiu of course also knew this. He secretly gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "There's no other way. I have to try. "
The tomb passage darkened and Luo Binghe's body pressed down on him.
After tossing and turning for half a day, Shen Qingqiu's state was also extremely tired. He couldn't bear the weight of two people and leaned against the stone wall with a thud. Luo Binghe leaned against him, lying limply on the ground. His head knocked against the wall, making a loud sound. Hearing it, Shen Qingqiu's heart trembled and the roots of his teeth ached.
Shen Qingqiu's hand gripped the Xiu Ya sword so tightly that it hurt. He turned his head to look at the unconscious Luo Binghe lying in the stone coffin and said: "… Senior also has no way to wake him?"
It will disappear on its own, right?! Generally speaking, that's right!
Why did they search so thoroughly and carefully! Didn't they say that blind corpses have low intelligence! Didn't they say that things that don't emit light don't care about them!!!
Even with the soft cushion inside, Shen Qingqiu still felt dizzy from the fall. Luo Binghe was above and Shen Qingqiu was below. He was pressed down so heavily that he almost couldn't breathe.
Old Grandpa, can you not say such bad luck with every sentence!
His gaze fell on the Xin Mo sword at Luo Binghe's waist. The entrance that had just been opened must still be weak. If he used the Xin Mo sword to cut through the air again, perhaps it could be opened again. The Dream Demon followed his gaze and understood, but he didn't care. "This sword may not be willing to be used by you."
"Ah?" Shen Qingqiu was a little anxious and almost broke through. "Why!" Could it be that Luo Binghe's brain had already been fried?
His current position was too unsightly. If someone were to stretch their head over to look inside, they would definitely think that Shen Qingqiu was burning with lust, tightly hugging Luo Binghe and unwilling to let go, desperately shoving him into his arms. He was just about to help Luo Binghe sit up when a voice suddenly rang out from inside the tomb.
The Dream Demon's anger suddenly surged, and he shouted loudly, "I am clearly this kid's Shifu, how many things have I taught him?! Ah?! The ability to penetrate the heavens and penetrate the earth, the art of manipulating people's hearts! But he refused to call me 'Master'. He kept saying 'Senior' and 'Senior' all the time! You, a mortal cultivator, only taught him some shallow and rough techniques, yet he chases after you crying and shouting 'Shifu'! It really angers me to death! "
Five withered, bony fingers with strangely long fingernails appeared above the coffin.
But this time, Luo Binghe didn't forcefully hug him, nor did he grope him. Instead, he completely tilted his body and then became motionless.
He hurriedly stood up straight and hugged Luo Binghe, feeling around for a while until he touched his back. The clothes on Luo Binghe's back were tattered, all drenched by the rain of corpses in the Hall of Mourning. Probing further inside, the skin under the skin felt strange, as if there were signs of festering. And it was already giving off a fishy smell.
Shen Qingqiu: "It's not that I can't open it again. Senior, please tell me which direction Luo Binghe used the Black Moon Rhinoceros Python to break through the boundary. "
"It's still too early to be relieved."
He was still waiting for the Dream Demon to continue to ridicule him, but the old man suddenly sighed. He said, "If this kid could wake up and hear you say this, you don't know how happy he would be."
The voice said again, "If this old man doesn't want you to see it, even if you flip over the entire Holy Tomb, you still won't see it."
When there was no one else present, according to Shen Qingqiu's habit of calling people out, he loved to first come up and give them two small slaps on the face. But now, he hadn't even stretched out his claws when he felt that he couldn't do it. So instead, he lightly patted Luo Binghe's cheeks twice, his voice involuntarily becoming lighter, "Luo Binghe? Luo Binghe? "
There was nothing he could do even if he was pitiful. He couldn't help him in this kind of situation, could he?!
The group of blind corpses had long since gone far away. The tomb chamber was empty, only filled with cold sarcophagi.
Shen Qingqiu had the heart to kill and then commit suicide!
Shen Qingqiu placed a hand behind Luo Binghe's head and rubbed the place where he had just hit the wall.
After a pause, he continued, "Those two just now were not easy characters to get along with. Even if Shizun doesn't want to stay at my place, I hope you won't go with them. "
They slowly approached the tomb chamber. From time to time, there was a soft "ka ka" sound, as well as the sound of sharp nails scraping against the surface of the sarcophagi, making one's hair stand on end.
Shen Qingqiu really wanted to cover his ears or sew his mouth. He glanced at Luo Binghe's peacefully sleeping face, his mind flashing with the image of him crying. He immediately withdrew his gaze, unable to bear it any longer, he said, "It's not good for Senior to say these words in front of me, right? Have you finished scolding me? If you're done scolding me, can you wake me up? "
He had been suppressing a bellyful of anger for a long time. Now that he saw these two people lying in the same coffin, he felt that the scene was more and more glaring to his eyes. His old eyes were about to go blind. He was extremely unhappy and complained loudly. Shen Qingqiu was also unhappy. Just the fact that he had called Cang Qiong Mountain Sect's swordsmanship superficial was enough to make him unhappy. He was just about to pinch back when the Dream Demon clasped his hands behind his back and paced back and forth on the sarcophagus. He said irritably, "If I had gotten rid of you in the dream that year without anyone knowing, these incidents wouldn't have happened today. This brat was originally a promising talent, but as soon as he met you, he was so useless that it made people angry. Yet he still had to put on an act in front of you, pretending to be cold and unfeeling! In this old man's opinion, I should either kill you or take care of you. This kind of tossing and turning, wanting to refuse yet welcoming, wanting to talk yet stopping, making people angry!! "
Shen Qingqiu suddenly discovered that there really was something emitting a faint red light next to his cheek.
After all, the corpse rain wasn't anything good.
The blind corpse trembled and groped for a long time, but couldn't find anything. It slowly withdrew.
The hissing sounds outside the tomb grew closer and closer, dragging long and messy shadows that crisscrossed on the ground. Shen Qingqiu saw that the situation was critical and leapt into the sarcophagus. He originally wanted to stuff Luo Binghe into another coffin, but there was no time. The two of them hugged each other and rolled into the sarcophagus.
He couldn't pull out his hand to cover that bad imprint. He subconsciously turned his head and pressed the corner of his lips against that smooth forehead.
The voice was old and the tone was mocking. Shen Qingqiu immediately grabbed the Xiu Ya sword and flipped over, pressing Luo Binghe underneath him. He sat up and held the sword horizontally in front of him, completely on guard. "Who is it!"
There was no response.
No matter how he thought about it, it was much more serious than a fever.
When he woke up, he was still lying in the sarcophagus. Luo Binghe was also obediently pressed on top of him, hugged tightly.
Although that hand stopped a hair's breadth above Luo Binghe's back, it changed direction and touched the other side.
Shen Qingqiu cupped his hands at him and silently lay back in the sarcophagus.
From the looks of it, his father and cousin had no intention of acknowledging him.
With this press, Luo Binghe's upper body was completely stuck to him. Originally, there was still a gap to be found, but now, the two of them were almost embedded into a ball, chest to chest, lower abdomen to lower abdomen.
Shen Qingqiu said, "Can I ask Senior Dream Demon to help me enter Luo Binghe's dream and wake him up?"
Although he knew that this sin imprint was proof of this bloodline's Fallen Heavens bloodline, there was no need for it to be so conspicuous! Why did it look so much like that thing that every time Ultraman fought a small monster and ran out of energy at the last moment, it would have to be so conspicuous!
Luo Binghe's eyes were closed, his eyelashes not even trembling. His face was becoming more and more abnormally red.
But this hand didn't know how to restrain itself. Shen Qingqiu's heart followed it deeper and deeper, gradually hanging higher and higher. Seeing that it was about to touch Luo Binghe's back, he gritted his teeth and pulled out his almost numb right hand. He found a relatively intact place on Luo Binghe's back and pressed it down.
Shen Qingqiu reached out and touched it. His forehead and cheeks were boiling hot, like he had a fever. But Luo Binghe's body absolutely didn't have the concept of a "fever". Even if there were occasional moments of distress, it wouldn't last long, and it definitely wouldn't reach the point of losing consciousness. When he touched his hand again, it was ice-cold. His whole body felt like his head was in a microwave oven and his body was in an icehouse.
"Idiot."
Just as the voice fell, an old man suddenly appeared in the center of the tomb. His clothes were luxurious, his eyes like a hawk's. He sat cross-legged on a sarcophagus, arrogantly looking down at Shen Qingqiu, "You still remember this old man."
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