Lying coquettishly on his body while playing with a strand of his hair, are you a little girl!
Thump. Shen Qingqiu's heart skipped a beat.
Why does it have to be like a clandestine affair every time!
Luo Binghe murmured, "I also want to, really want to. There's not a moment when I don't want to … … "
This child wasn't Yue Qingyuan. If he didn't want to say it, Yue Qingyuan wouldn't ask. But Luo Binghe would definitely pester him and get to the bottom of it. He wasn't that easy to fool. Shen Qingqiu was racking his brains to figure out how to get around this when suddenly, Ning Yingying's voice came from outside the bamboo house, "Shizun, you're awake, right? Can Yingying come in? "
Good child, what a good disciple!
Seeing him look like he was about to cry again, Shen Qingqiu really had no choice but to admit defeat.
Good at attracting favor. Luo Binghe continued, "When you go against Tianlang-Jun, if Shizun needs help with anything, don't hesitate to call me."
… …
But accidentally, he got used to being pestered. Now that Luo Binghe was lying on top of him, Shen Qingqiu actually felt it wasn't unacceptable … …
Luo Binghe's body silently flipped out of the window, his hand reaching in again to hold Shen Qingqiu's. He said softly, "Shizun, when these things settle down, do you want to come with me?"
Luo Binghe buried his head in his shoulder and said gloomily, "I don't have a father. Only Shizun. "
Shen Qingqiu said dryly, "You know you're annoying, so why don't you restrain yourself."
Shen Qingqiu finally managed to catch his breath and squeezed out two words between his teeth, "… … Nonsense."
Luo Binghe looked down from his high vantage point and took in the situation. He only felt a nameless fire burning in his heart and abdomen. He unconsciously moved and inserted a leg between Shen Qingqiu's knees. Afraid that he would be discovered and kicked off the bamboo couch, he hurriedly sent his head over so that Shen Qingqiu could tap it to his heart's content with his fan. He said, "Even if it's a little bastard, it's only Shizun's little bastard. No one else is allowed to call me that. "
Luo Binghe said, "Oh." After rubbing his waist, he began to slowly comb Shen Qingqiu's long hair. "This disciple also read those ancient books, but didn't see so many. Sure enough, I'm still far from Shizun. "
Shen Qingqiu nodded and shook his head at times, fooling around. Luo Binghe said anxiously, "Do you want it or not?"
His words were so smooth that even he didn't realize that he didn't control his words properly. The corners of his mouth curled up at the end of his sentence. It seemed light yet heavy, slightly frivolous, and extremely imdignified.
Mu Qingfang said with a smile, "I already said that Senior Apprentice Brother Shen's complexion is good and there's nothing wrong with him. He's really just sleeping. You guys should believe me now, right?"
Behind her was Liu Mingyan, who bowed in greeting after entering the room. Behind them was Qiu Qingge. Ming Fan and Ning Yingying followed behind Mu Qingfang. The decent-sized bamboo house was suddenly filled with people. Shen Qingqiu blushed with shame. Fortunately, he had Luo Binghe climb out the window. Otherwise, how could he continue hiding?
Luo Binghe was probably already prepared to be kicked down, but he didn't expect Shen Qingqiu to really nod.
Shen Qingqiu criticized, "Calling him Shishu was too insincere. Don't call me that in the future. "
Luo Binghe's hands didn't stop moving, and he said indifferently, "I won't force it."
No matter how weird he was, he was still Luo Binghe's father. He was also a person that Luo Binghe had once secretly longed for. Even though the real person was far from what Luo Binghe had imagined.
Shen Qingqiu slowly let out the breath he had been holding in his chest.
Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes and said, "Yes. You're a roundworm in my stomach. "
Then, he began to peck at the corners of his mouth like a chicken pecking at rice.
No, no, no, no, it's not what you think, listen to my explanation!!!
Luo Binghe sighed, "I think so too."
Luo Binghe said in a low voice, "Every time Shizun is at Cang Qiong Mountain Sect and is with other people, he always smiles so happily. I thought he wouldn't miss me that much. "
Shen Qingqiu waved away this embarrassing feeling and said seriously, "If you're forcing yourself, don't force yourself."
Shen Qingqiu finally realized what he had done, and what that nod just now meant. He wanted to silence him and then commit suicide out of shame and indignation.
Shen Qingqiu deliberately played it down. "Qing Jing Peak has accumulated so many ancient records over the generations, and they aren't all empty words. There are bound to be some that can be used."
Shen Qingqiu slept for five days. His old waist almost broke, but he could finally sit up straight. He felt like an old man with a distressed face massaging his legs and waist. In other people's eyes, he didn't look the same. His hair was slightly messy, scattered over his shoulders, and his collar was crooked, revealing a fair neck and shoulders. His Adam's apple and collarbone were clearly visible. Because he had just rolled around on the couch, his cheeks were flushed red. He frowned and didn't say anything, lowering his head and massaging his waist. In such a situation, those with bad intentions would inevitably become even more unruly.
Luo Binghe's grip on his waist eased, and he said warmly, "Sometimes, I feel that Shizun really understands some things too well."
Why did so many come at once! Shen Qingqiu jumped off the couch and pushed Luo Binghe to the window. Luo Binghe turned his head as he walked, saying, "So Shizun likes to be sneaky like this …"
He had just closed the window when the bamboo door of the bamboo house opened. Qi Qingqi's voice arrived before her. She lifted the curtain, revealing a bright and beautiful face. She pursed her lips and said, "You're really becoming more and more delicate. Did you get beaten to the point of vomiting blood at Zhao Hua Temple? You can sleep for five days at a time! "
Luo Binghe didn't give him the opportunity. The hand around his waist suddenly tightened, and his voice deepened. "… Did you really miss me?"
Why do I feel like I'm just like your father?
A heart of glass was smashed by Shen Qingqiu without even realizing it. Then, like a little wife, he picked it up and glued it back together. Then, full of expectation, he carefully handed it over, and it was smashed and glued back together again …
He froze on the spot on Shen Qingqiu's body, his expression frozen.
Luo Binghe complained, "He called me a little bastard, an ingrate. That was full of sincerity."
Shen Qingqiu said that he was ashamed and pointed out seats for the Peak Lords. Seeing Liu Qingge come in, he scanned the whole room, his eyes cold. "Liu-shidi, I'm here."
Shen Qingqiu couldn't bring himself to lose face, so he could only say reservedly, "Shizun is still the Peak Lord of Qing Jing Peak." If Luo Binghe wanted to see him, couldn't he just come find him? Why did he have to go with him? He didn't want to contribute new material to Hatred of Chunshan.
A weak spark slowly lit up in his eyes, quickly engulfing his whole face and his whole person like a prairie fire.
He didn't even let off the people who guarded the mountain gate and swept the mountain ladders. This child didn't just hold a grudge. All of Cang Qiong Mountain was about to be drowned in his thick, fragrant vinegar imported by the demon race!
Shen Qingqiu smacked him on the forehead with his folding fan. "Who's the one sneaking around? Whose fault is it?"
… How could he forget that Luo Binghe still had the heaven-defying bookworm cheat? When he said he "read" that pile of dusty old books on Qing Jing Peak, it meant that he had already memorized them. Of course, he knew if there was anything "useful" in them.
He pestered him during the day, and he pestered him in his dreams at night. He stared at this face 24 hours a day. Of course he was annoyed!
He lay on the bed like a dead fish, staring at the roof of the bamboo house as if he had given up on himself. After a long while, he sighed. "… Then why didn't you go to the dream world to find your master a few days ago?"
Just when Shen Qingqiu thought he was going to cry tears of joy, Luo Binghe buried his head deeply and rested his face in the crook of Shen Qingqiu's neck. The hand covering Shen Qingqiu's waist slowly loosened.
Luo Binghe didn't blink. He moved closer and slowly helped him massage his waist. Shen Qingqiu said with satisfaction, "Good. Considerate. "
If they wanted to talk business, they first had to sit properly. With one on top of the other, no matter how serious the topic was, it would become indecent. Luo Binghe was unwilling to give up. He crawled up and sat on the edge of the bed.
How did they get to this point? Wasn't this a bit too much!
Shen Qingqiu disapproved. "Nonsense."
This was actually a good thing. Although it wasn't a very kind thing to join forces with a son to swindle his father. But if Luo Binghe was really willing to join forces with the cultivation world to repel Tianlang-Jun, not only would the human world have a strong support, Luo Binghe could also conveniently blow up the positive value and make up for the negative value that Zhao Hua Temple had gotten.
Luo Binghe's hand paused. "Why am I the one leaving and not them?"
Luo Binghe said, "Of course, Shizun's face will never be happy with a smile. But whether or not Shizun is smiling in his heart, of course I know. "
Luo Binghe said, "In any case, it's not the first time Shizun has disliked me. Annoyance is annoyance."
Qi Qingqi snorted. "You have a lot of troubles, I've always known that."
Just how much did Luo Binghe like him?
Shen Qingqiu slapped the hand that was playing with his hair like he was swatting a mosquito. "Then what else do you want to do? Why don't you tell me, who has your master smiled at? "Towards the end of his speech, he patted the table after every few words, his idle hand still lingering on the table. Luo Binghe really began to count. "A lot of people. Liu … … Liu-shishu, Sect Leader Yue, Shang Qinghua, Ming Fan, Ning-shijie, Xian Shu, Wan Jian Peak, Qian Cao Peak, Qiong Ding Peak, Bai Zhan Peak, guarding the mountain gate, sweeping the mountain steps … … "
Shen Qingqiu had always avoided the topic of Tianlang-Jun to avoid provoking Luo Binghe. He really didn't expect that it would be him who brought it up on his own initiative. He was really too considerate. He pondered for a moment and said with deliberation, "Your father … …"
Hearing him say this, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but feel a bit sad.
Luo Binghe's dark and moist eyes stared at him. "Shizun doesn't find me annoying?"
This time, Shen Qingqiu saw it clearly. The moment he confirmed it, Luo Binghe's breathing stopped.
Shen Qingqiu carefully observed him. En, it really was a face … … sincere expression of being willing to help gang up on him. There was no trace of reluctance.
Could he only nod or shake his head?
You're covering my mouth, I can't answer even if I want to!
Liu Qingge withdrew his gaze and turned to Shen Qingqiu. "Who was here just now?"
Shen Qingqiu wrinkled his brows from being strangled. Luo Binghe's breathing was hurried and he kept asking, "You really want to?"
Luo Binghe: "I don't want to be a roundworm."
Luo Binghe: "I'm even more considerate. Shizun still doesn't know the benefits."
Luo Binghe continued, "Just like that time in the Holy Mausoleum. Shizun has clearly never entered the Holy Mausoleum, but you know the layout of the tomb and the monsters guarding the mausoleum like the back of your hand. You can even make good use of them.
Just now, Yue Qingyuan had told him to rest well and "leave this matter to your fellow sect members." It was clear that he didn't want him to participate in the battle. Shen Qingqiu muttered, "Zhangmen-shixiong may not let me fight. During the first snow, Luochuan. You'd better pay attention to this time and place. "
Shen Qingqiu said in a low voice, "You go first."
Shen Qingqiu turned around and said half-truthfully, "Qi-shimei, don't be like this. You've always known that my body is weak."
Master Shen's years of acting cool had become a habit, especially at Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. At most, it would be a subtle and meaningful smile, or a fake smile that people couldn't guess what he was thinking, or a perfunctory fake smile. When had he ever "smiled so happily"?
He felt an indescribable sense of tragic and stirring. He shamelessly dilly-dallied and nodded his head.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but laugh. The folding fan was placed on the side of the bed. He grabbed it and knocked on Luo Binghe's forehead. "Did he say something wrong? You dare to stretch your wolf claws on your master? If you're not a little bastard, then what are you? "
When Shen Qingqiu heard this, he felt as if he had been forced to drink two catties of sour plum soup. It was so mushy that his hair stood on end and he almost broke the folding fan. He hurriedly poked Luo Binghe's chest and propped him up. "Get up."
Ming Fan's voice also rang out. He shouted, "Shizun, the martial uncles are all here. Is it convenient for you?"
Even during the days when he first entered Cang Qiong Mountain Sect and suffered such treatment, once Shen Qingqiu showed him a little kindness, Luo Binghe would completely forget all the hurt he had suffered and unhesitatingly put him in his heart.
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