Come to think of it, he was also bored enough. Just a little misunderstanding just now, and he was inexplicably angry. There was no difference between him and this SJB unlucky child. How was he like an elder?
Shen Qingqiu: "Does it hurt?"
He took a deep breath: "Then are you really okay now?"
Sneak attack?
Shen Qingqiu sighed in his heart and couldn't help but glance at Luo Binghe. Looking at how refreshed he was, it seemed that it really was "very effective". He had risked his life to protect him, but in the end nothing happened to him. He was snoring away to recharge his cheat.
Shen Qingqiu raised his left hand to wipe his cheek. This uninjured hand had been holding Luo Binghe firmly, and now he had the opportunity to do something else. Touching his face, he really had unwittingly burst into tears.
Watching the battle, a scarlet bone eagle circled in the air. It lowered its wings, looking for an opportunity to break into the battle. Luo Binghe was fighting one against two and didn't seem to notice the bone eagle that obviously had bad intentions. Shen Qingqiu saw it clearly and was about to call out to warn him when the bone eagle suddenly swooped down, sweeping towards Luo Binghe's head.
Shen Qingqiu's old face was about to turn red from his stare, but he couldn't force his hand back. Doing this when the other person was in high spirits, wasn't it the same as slapping his face?
Tianlang-Jun said rather ambiguously: "Peak Lord Shen, don't forget, your immortal body has been in our hands for a long time. There are too many things we can do. "
And Luo Binghe really did recharge his cheat. More than two hours ago, he was beaten so violently that he couldn't fight back. Now it seemed that the male lead halo was still firmly on Luo Binghe's head!
Luo Binghe shook his head: "… I can't say."
Forget it. This wasn't the first time. Even the Dream Demon had said that this child had this kind of demonic virtue. In front of him, he was cool and domineering, but behind his back, he might be twisting his handkerchief and crying. Why bother with him?
Hearing this, Luo Binghe stiffened and clenched his fists. Shen Qingqiu only raised the hand holding the Xiu Ya sword. Luo Binghe immediately said in a low voice: "Shizun doesn't need to do anything, I alone is enough."
Shen Qingqiu leaned against the stone wall and said, "It's no use. The Crystal Ice that has already formed won't break so easily, and you can't hurt them inside even if you hit them like this. We might as well seize this opportunity and escape from the Holy Mausoleum while they are still sealed. "
Who would drink the Heavenly Demon's blood like it was a Red Bull? Who else had drunk three drops of Heavenly Demon Blood like him?
How ugly.
Luo Binghe immediately corrected himself. "Other than hearing someone crying, I also have a strange feeling."
In truth, he also didn't know where to go. If he wanted to leave the Holy Mausoleum, he needed both the Xin Mo sword and Luo Binghe. Either one of them was indispensable. Without either of them, he could only wander aimlessly inside the Holy Mausoleum. However, he had tried his best to drag the person all the way here, but in the end, he was still yelled at. There was no meaning in staying here resentfully.
Hello Sky Pillar, goodbye Sky Pillar!
Did he cry?
Shen Qingqiu was already familiar with Luo Binghe's way of doing things. He knew that Luo Binghe was amenable to coaxing but not coercion. After grinding for a long time, Shen Qingqiu said helplessly, "… You're always like this, crying and admitting your mistakes, never changing. What's the use? "
Luo Binghe was already unhappy that he hadn't been able to blast them to pieces just now, but now that the person had delivered himself to him, it was actually to his liking. His knuckles cracked as he stared at Zhuzhi-Lang and said gloomily, "You dare to feed my Shizun blood."
Luo Binghe suddenly said, "However, other than hearing Shizun cry …"
Shen Qingqiu couldn't take it anymore. "Who abandoned you? Huh? "
The more he looked, the more frightened he became. Now there was almost no place on Shen Qingqiu's body that could be seen. Wounds were wounds, blood was blood, and he was a mess. It was truly a tragic sight. Luo Binghe remembered that before he fainted, Shen Qingqiu was clearly unharmed. His voice trembled. "This … is all for … me?"
Zhuzhi-Lang was also puzzled. "I could suppress it before. But this time, I don't know why, but I can't suppress it anymore! "
Just as he was thinking this, Shen Qingqiu, who had been walking well, suddenly tilted his body and leaned against the stone wall.
Shen Qingqiu waved his palm away. Hurry up and go, the blind corpses had surrounded him. What was the point of blocking the way here? Luo Binghe was sent away, but he clung onto him like sticky candy. He couldn't get rid of him. "Shizun, why don't you hit me. Why don't you hit me again to vent your anger? "
Seeing that he was full of energy, he was most likely fine. Since that was the case, it could be considered as returning a favor to Luo Binghe. Shen Qingqiu nodded. "That's good." He turned around and randomly found a direction to walk away.
This sentence was almost roared out. Shen Qingqiu was already dizzy, and being roared at made his eardrums ache dully. It was as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on his head. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a nameless fire rose in his heart.
In the end, who was more shameful and unsightly?
He couldn't say such words. He had always been a bit disgusted by the act of beating gongs and beating drums to show kindness and scars. He only squeezed out four words. "Your hand, let go."
Luo Binghe's tone was still unkind. "What's good about it?"
Tianlang-Jun shrugged. "That depends on what the other little friend does."
Shen Qingqiu wanted to vomit blood. What else?
If he said he'd fight, he'd fight!
As they spoke, they'd already arrived at a tomb chamber in the east. Luo Binghe drew his sword and slashed diagonally, cutting a black hole in the wall. His broken arm magically grew back, his leg was no longer lame, the blood on his face was wiped clean, and the Xin Mo sword that had been disobedient was also tamed. The cheater was still the cheater, and the male lead was still the male lead. Shen Qingqiu didn't want to say anything else. He made a "let's go, let's go" gesture and took the lead to pass through the hole.
Luo Binghe immediately nodded. "It's fine."
He hadn't finished speaking when he looked down with a puzzled expression.
Shen Qingqiu held the Xiu Ya sword in his hand, narrowed his eyes, took aim, and suddenly threw it. The snow-white blade was like a sword arrow, piercing through the bone eagle like lightning.
There was plenty of light outside the mausoleum. Luo Binghe took the initiative to reach out to help Shen Qingqiu.
This topic didn't continue and ended. Tianlang-Jun's haunting voice caught up. "Peak Lord Shen, why are you in such a hurry to leave? You two practically overturned the holy land of our clan. If you just leave like this and don't leave anything behind, wouldn't that be too unreasonable? "
Luo Binghe said, "When I fainted, I still had a bit of consciousness left and desperately wanted to wake up. But when I finally woke up, I found myself lying in a coffin and Shizun had run off to who knows where. I lost my head in anger and thought that I was left behind again. I thought that Shizun would rather go with them than pay attention to me … "
Shen Qingqiu resisted the urge to retch. "… When did you give it to me to drink?"
He said, "Are you really fine? Not dizzy? You don't have any spiritual power or demonic energy? "
Zhuzhi-Lang saw Shen Qingqiu's face turn green and white and couldn't help but say, "Jun Shang, have mercy …"
His fever was so bad just now, but now he was completely fine? Shen Qingqiu was very suspicious. He placed his hand on Luo Binghe's forehead. Sure enough, it was warm and smooth. Shen Qingqiu wanted to pull his hand back, but Luo Binghe's hand covered it and pressed it down, not letting him pull away. Under his crossed hands, Luo Binghe's eyes were bright.
Shen Qingqiu's ears were ringing. He couldn't hear or see clearly, but thinking that he still had to drag Luo Binghe to the entrance and throw him out, he continued to jog while holding onto the wall. He didn't know what he kicked, but he swayed. After enduring for so long, he was already close to his body's limit and on the verge of collapse. His knees immediately went soft. But this time, he didn't kneel down. Instead, he was firmly supported by a hand, half lifted and half carried.
Who knew that before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the body of the bone eagle didn't fall, but scattered into thousands of pearls and drops, flying towards Shen Qingqiu.
Was he crying?
Shen Qingqiu suddenly reacted. This bone eagle was actually formed from Tianlang-Jun's own blood manifestation. He deliberately let the bone eagle attack Luo Binghe, but in reality, he wanted to lure him into striking it down!
This kind of expression was all too familiar. Wasn't this the Little Sheep, the sunny youth Luo Binghe who bleated every day on Qing Jing Peak and ate grass with him?
Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang were already frozen from their ankles to their heads. Two ice sculptures surrounded by black air stood in the middle. Luo Binghe stepped into the hall. Wisps of icy white air climbed up his black boots and were ruthlessly crushed. He slapped the two ice sculptures with his palm, and a winding crack appeared on the solid ice.
He said dryly, "Are you done?"
Two grown men hugging each other, wiping away their tears and snot. Both are shameful, don't you know!?
Someone come quickly, there's a masochist here. Someone come quickly and lock him up — —
Shen Qingqiu was a little angry from embarrassment. "What are you crying for, you don't know!" He slammed his hand down and walked away. Luo Binghe hurriedly hugged him from behind. Unfortunately, he just happened to hug Shen Qingqiu's right arm, which had been rooted by the threads of love. Shen Qingqiu resisted the urge to scream, but still let out a muffled groan. Luo Binghe immediately let go, only holding his left hand and using the candlelight to observe.
Luo Binghe suddenly turned around and walked towards him.
Shen Qingqiu was dizzy and his vision blurred. His eyes focused and looked up.
Three pillars of black air surged towards the sky like a storm. Shen Qingqiu watched the battle from the side, becoming more and more aware that demons and humans were indeed different races.
Don't! Please don't! You have to thank me. I'm already so miserable. If you apologize to me, will I still have my life!?
While these two are frozen, there's still a chance to escape. If I wait for them to thaw, it will be difficult to hold them back!
The difference in destructive power is too great!
Luo Binghe's eyes were red with anxiety, but Tianlang-Jun's blood was in Shen Qingqiu's body. He didn't dare to act rashly, afraid that he would suddenly activate the blood parasite. He could only grit his teeth and say, "Stop!"
Zhuzhi-Lang glanced at Shen Qingqiu, his face showing shame. Tianlang-Jun looked at him and said, "Hey, you can't use that kind of expression to say that. Did you not feed blood to Peak Lord Shen? Otherwise, whose blood parasite is in Peak Lord Shen's body? "
Something seemed to be wriggling and struggling to rush out of his stomach, rushing to the countless tendons and vessels in his body. This feeling was both familiar and terrifying. Shen Qingqiu almost burst out with the word "Motherf * cker".
Shen Qingqiu suddenly remembered that these were the tears of pain when he pulled out the threads of love that had grown out of the broken skin on his leg.
The anger in Luo Binghe's voice just now disappeared without a trace. He said nervously, "So you're saying that when I faintly heard Shizun crying, it wasn't fake?"
On the other side, Tianlang-Jun suddenly stopped and jumped out of the battle circle, laughing out loud. Luo Binghe saw the scene of the beads of blood flying in the air, and panic flashed across his face.
Luo Binghe said again, "I didn't do it on purpose just now. I don't know why, I clearly didn't want to do it, didn't want to say those kinds of words, but in front of Shizun, I just couldn't control myself. I know this is very shameful, but Shizun didn't abandon me and always protected me. It turns out that I wasn't dreaming, I'm so happy … "
Luo Binghe's face changed in a flash and softened. "I won't let go. Shizun, don't be angry, I was wrong. "
Shen Qingqiu smiled slightly. "Hm? Who are you talking about? "
Before he finished speaking, Shen Qingqiu felt the pain suddenly disappear and his body lighten. He immediately broke into a run. Tianlang-Jun saw that he actually started running and was very surprised. "Isn't your blood supposed to suppress him?"
With every word he said, his voice got closer. Not long after, they appeared in his field of vision. Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes in exhaustion. However, the Mobei clan's ice magic that had endured for thousands of years in the mausoleum was enough to drag these two people out of the Holy Mausoleum.
How is this possible!!!
In the dark and gloomy stone path, his face couldn't be seen clearly, but he could clearly see a pair of eyes burning with anger and a red light circulating around the sin seal.
Waking up to find that he had been "abandoned" in a coffin all by himself really didn't feel good. Shen Qingqiu coughed guiltily.
Although he knew the pros and cons, the faster he walked, the more fiercely Zhuzhi-Lang urged him. Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but turn around and glare fiercely at him. He said he would repay his kindness, but this was to let the blood worms lay eggs in his stomach and live happily together?!
There was too much blood. Although he had closed his mouth just now, there was still a faint rusty taste in his mouth.
Zhuzhi-Lang said, "Master Shen, I'm sorry."
Seeing Luo Binghe for the first time, Shen Qingqiu was both surprised and happy. He had originally planned to go back to the sarcophagus to pick him up, but he didn't expect him to wake up on his own. He was just about to blurt out a question about how he was feeling when he found that Luo Binghe seemed to be very angry.
He had said this many times before!
Luo Binghe was still asleep in the coffin, so the only possibility was someone else's blood wreaking havoc in his body. Tianlang-Jun said, "It shouldn't be the first time Peak Lord drank it, why haven't you gotten used to it?"
Seeing his cowardly appearance, if not for the bump on the back of his head, Shen Qingqiu really wanted to slap him a few times. There was nothing wrong with his way of teaching? How did he raise a crying bag? When there was no one around, the Devil Incarnate Luo Binghe liked to hold Shizun's clothes and cry. If this got out, who would dare believe it!?
Speaking of which, they really hadn't interacted normally in a long time.
Probably because he was too happy, he couldn't say any more flowery words. Luo Binghe only knew to repeat the two simple words "happy" and "happy". Shen Qingqiu's face twitched twice. He rubbed his temples and let out a long, deep sigh.
Luo Binghe was almost sobbing at his words. "I'll change, okay? Shizun, don't abandon me. "
No wonder he could so easily determine the direction he was going. Shen Qingqiu paused and continued walking forward. The more he walked, the more pain his stomach cramped, but his speed didn't decrease. Part of it was because his pain tolerance had increased, but it was also because he knew that he absolutely couldn't kneel right now.
He hadn't walked more than a few steps when a candle on the side of the stone path suddenly lit up. The faint candlelight illuminated half of his face. Luo Binghe suddenly reached out and pulled him. "You're crying?"
Tianlang-Jun sighed. "To be able to walk so many steps like this, Peak Lord Shen's will is firm. Or should I say, for my son, you don't even want your life? "
Luo Binghe said, "Very clever. Very clever. More clever than ever. "
Luo Binghe said sternly, "Didn't I tell you not to go with them?!"
Even Ning Yingying didn't like to cry as much as he did!
Shen Qingqiu: "… …"
Shen Qingqiu stared blankly.
Suddenly, Zhuzhi-Lang said, "Jun Shang, I … … this subordinate can't suppress it anymore."
Hearing this, Shen Qingqiu was a little worried again. As expected, there were still repercussions, right? He muttered, "How does it feel?"
Luo Binghe said, "It doesn't hurt, it's very … …"
As soon as he discovered this, he was drenched in a rain of blood. Tianlang-Jun smiled slightly, raised his hand, and made a grasping motion in the air. Shen Qingqiu suddenly felt his heart stagnate, as if it was really being grasped by a hand and maliciously kneaded.
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