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Shang Qinghua and Shaking S Mo Beijun

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Chapter 83 Fanwai: Bingmei and Bingge's Peak Showdown 2

The next morning, Luo Binghe was the first to open his eyes.

His snow-white face recovered a little bit of blood, and it looked much better than the color last night. On the other hand, Shen Qingqiu was still alive and kicking before going to bed the night before, and when he woke up this morning, he was still holding him, half awake and slightly tired.

Shen Qingqiu really gave him spiritual power for the whole night, and didn't stop until he fell asleep in a daze.

Luo Binghe slowly moved his eyelashes, stared at him for a while with complicated eyes, and reached out to move Shen Qingqiu's arm.

With this move, Shen Qingqiu was awakened. Luo Binghe took the opportunity to get up and go down.

Shen Qingqiu was very puzzled.

I couldn't even kick him in the past, but this morning was conscious?

He pressed his eyes and frowned, "Why do you wake up so early? Are you cooking? Don't do it today."

Seeing that Luo Binghe was only wearing a thin middle coat, and his neckline was hidden. Although the wounds that were staggered and vertical and horizontal had healed, only faint traces were left. It was estimated that he would be completely healed within today, but the small half of his chest was upright and frankly exposed to the wind. Last night, that robe could not be worn, so he reminded: "Your old clothes are still in the room. Baby and baby haven't moved."

Luo Binghe went around a screen and turned to the side room.

A small world came into view, spotless, with tables, chairs, cabinets made of green bamboo, a small case on the head, and books and brushes placed in an orderly manner. Opening the cabinet door, the white clothes were neatly stacked. There are also various kinds of fine jade hanging above.

While Luo Binghe was in the room, Shen Qingqiu also slowly sat up from the chair. He rubbed the sun while searching for where his boots were with his eyes.

I slept so badly last night, so disturbing!

Been dreaming! Dream, dream, dream, dream!

I even dreamed of the shameful black history of going to Shuanghu City to fight skinning demons! By the way, there are dreams in dreams!

What Immortal Alliance Conference Jinlan City Huayue City Holy Tombs all went through like a lantern, those who were beaten, those who vomited blood, those who had grass growing on their bodies... [Manually say goodbye]

So many dreams crowded together in one night will explode!

It was absolutely because he gave Luo Binghe spiritual energy while he was sleeping. Once his consciousness is unstable, the people nearby will suffer when they sleep.

At this moment, Luo Binghe put on his clothes and walked out of the side room. Shen Qingqiu stopped looking for the boots before he found them, and waved to him, letting Luo Binghe walk to the bed and pull him down.

Pulling it a bit, but not pulling, Luo Binghe raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you doing?"

Shen Qingqiu took a hair belt and a wooden comb from under the pillow, and said, "What are you talking about."

Luo Binghe just sat in front of him obediently, looking around in the bamboo hut, Shen Qingqiu casually said while combing, "What are you looking at?"

Luo Binghe's eyes were still sharp and calm, his voice softened, and he said, "Every time I go back to Qingjing Peak these years, I've been in a hurry, and I haven't had time to take a good look."

Shen Qingqiu held the headband in his mouth for a while, then weaved a little braid for him, and said, "You can watch enough these days. I'll go to Baizhan Peak later to say hello and let Liu Qingge take care of them. There is absolutely no reason for the disciples of Qingjing Peak to be chased and beaten by Baizhan Peak."

Luo Binghe paused for a while, then turned his head slowly, smiled at him, and called out sweetly, "Master?"

"Um?"

"Master."

"Um."

As if he had never tried such a fresh name, he called several times in a row, but every time he got a response, the more he called, the more addicted he became. "What do you call it. Just call it once. Talk well."

Luo Binghe was hit on the back of the head, his face darkened, he quickly adjusted back, smiled inexplicably, turned his eyes to one side, and said, "Master didn't sleep well last night?"

Holding you, can you sleep well?

Shen Qingqiu said lightly: "I dreamed of a bunch of old things."

Luo Binghe said, "Then why don't I sleep with my master next time instead?"

He can really trust such words. Shen Qingqiu was done, patted his head and pushed him down: "Go, go. Go, go."

Shen Qingqiu really followed his words and went to visit Baizhan Peak.

He went there with ease, and he didn't need to hand over a pilgrimage. He drank two mouthfuls of the clear porridge brought by Mingfan and straightened his clothes before drifting away. Luo Binghe was held in the bamboo hut by him, and he was instructed to "wait for the teacher's return", so how could he be willing to wait.

Fang opened the door and saw a petite orange figure jumping over. Luo Binghe took a closer look and said, "Baby baby."

Who knows, Ning Yingying shuddered and turned pale in shock: "Alo, what's wrong with you! Did you hurt your brain?! Why do you call me that!"

Luo Binghe: "..."

Ning Yingying's face was full of horror and did not subside: "Why don't you call me Senior Sister Ning?!"

Luo Binghe: "...Senior Sister Ning."