☆, Chapter 34

I wiped it!

Shen Qingqiu's brain suddenly boiled, and it burst into flames. This is the real midnight bell being staged right in front of you! He grabbed the folding fan, turned over neatly, and rolled out through the wooden window.

Finally, I tore off the goosebumps disguise that day, exposed my true nature and came to settle accounts with him!

Running away is completely subconscious. The habit he has developed over the years makes him insist that even if he runs away, he has to run smartly and elegantly. After landing, he landed firmly, and his body swept out a little on the sole of his feet.

Luo Binghe's clear and piercing voice was extremely penetrating, with a cool smile reaching his ears: "In the daytime, I see Shizun treat Gongyi Xiao close and gentle, and at night, I hold the lamp and wait for Master Liu until late at night. Why is it the disciple's turn to be so alienated?"

Shit, every time you say a word, the sense of distance is N times closer. This speed is unscientific!

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, thinking to find a helper first, and shouted from his dantian, "Liu Qingge!"

Luo Binghe's voice is approaching again, this time it is not so gentle, but with a sneer: "Uncle Liu is fighting with others, I am afraid he has no time to come. Master, if you have any instructions, why don't you tell me? Say?"

That's not right!

Shen Qingqiu knew in his heart that Liu Qingge was most likely being held up by Luo Binghe, so he couldn't count on it, so he poured his whole body's spiritual energy into the lower plate, hoping to explode his speed.

But he was so immortal that he forgot, now is the period of no antidote!

It was too late when he realized it. At that moment, the blood in his whole body seemed to congeal, and Shen Qingqiu's body suddenly sank.

The next moment, his throat was suddenly stuck, and his back slammed into the cold and hard stone wall, causing pain from the spine to the flesh, and a buzzing vibration in his head.

Luo Binghe was close at hand.

Shen Qingqiu was slammed against the wall with one hand by him, and the back of his head slammed into a daze, and it took a long while before his eyes overlapped.

The moonlight shone brightly, making Luo Binghe's outline more and more like a sculpture of ice and jade, handsome and unpretentious.

He got very close and said softly, "I haven't seen each other for many years, but the master keeps calling other people's names. The disciple is really sad."

He kept saying that he was sad and sad, but his lips were smiling and his eyes were murderous.

Shen Qingqiu only felt as if his throat was being pinched by an iron hoop, the throat struggled to roll, and it was difficult to breathe, let alone speak.

His fingers could barely form a sword tactic, but now his spiritual power is stagnant, and the knot is in vain.

Moreover, Luo Binghe's hand was gradually tightening and tightening.

Suddenly, Shen Qingqiu's eyes lit up, and a huge dialog box popped up.

This dialog is completely different from before. The previous one was like the error message prompt of the XP system, but now it is simple, low-key and luxurious with connotations... The point is the content! System prompt: [Would you like to accept the warm prompt from the system to solve the small troubles you are currently facing? 】

You call this a "little trouble"? !

Shen Qingqiu roared hoarsely in his consciousness: "Come on! Is there a simple mode! I want a simple mode!"

System: [Permission activation. Are key props enabled to keep alive? 】

Shen Qingqiu's eyes have turned green: "And key props?! How much B-level coolness do you want to buy, tell me!"

System: [The item is already in your equipment. Do you use the "Fake Jade Guanyin" item to consume Luo Binghe's 100 anger points? 】

I wipe, the only relic left by Luo Binghe's adoptive mother is the fake jade Guanyin!

Why did he keep forgetting about the life-saving props and high-end equipment he got when he first came to this world, with a golden rice bowl in his arms begging for food, the system finally reminded you of the right thing!

Shen Qingqiu: "Use, use, use!" One of his Adam's apples was almost pinched into two!

System: [Reminder: This item can only be used once, and the maximum rage value of Luo Binghe can be consumed 5000.]

Shen Qingqiu reined in his horse: "Wait—!!!"

Luo Binghe only has 100 anger points in this state? ! Are you kidding me? ! 100 points is so evil and charming, and what he will look like when his anger value is 5000 points, the picture is so beautiful I can't imagine it! The point is - use items that can eliminate up to 5,000 to deal with a situation where there are only 100, and since then you will lose the opportunity to use it. Even if his life is at stake, Shen Qingqiu still needs a little time to feel distressed and tangled!

If this goes on, either suffocation or smashing the throat bone to death.

Just as Shen Qingqiu was about to grit his teeth and use the life-saving tool, his neck suddenly loosened.

Shen Qingqiu propped up against the wall, barely standing still, and finally knelt down without a plop on the spot. You can't run away, just face the boss.

Luo Binghe almost strangled him to death just now, but now he came to help him with a smile, the same expression he used to help him get off the carriage or deliver snacks. Shen Qingqiu forgot to break free for a while, but felt that this fine-tuned behavior was creepy.

Luo Binghe sighed, "What are you doing, Master running so fast? The disciple almost couldn't catch up."

Haha, can't catch up. Who was so well-organized just now that he followed behind without breathing for a long time and played cat and mouse for a long time?

Shen Qingqiu took a few breaths and spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse: "You are not small. Come back in a grand manner, are you not afraid that others will discover your true identity?"

Luo Binghe's eyes flickered and he said, "Does Master care about this, or is he worried about this?"

Shen Qingqiu thought what he said was quite interesting. Is there any difference between "concerned" and "worried"?

He couldn't help but ask, "Do you think I won't tell anyone?"

Luo Binghe looked at him, and said with pity: "Master, then others must believe you."

Shen Qingqiu's heart skipped a beat.

What he means is that he intends to ruin his reputation first, like the original work, and then slowly, step by step, drive him to a dead end, and slowly die?

The original Shen Qingqiu has two major scum points: 1. molesting many girls and women; 2. killing many people from the same family and not from the same family.

But Shen Qingqiu asked himself, since he used this shell, he never inherited the original owner's hobbies and aspirations. Can Luo Binghe ruin his reputation, prestige and social status?

System: [Friendly answer: Of course it can. 】

Shen Qingqiu: "Shut up, please. Only the male protagonist can't think of it. Without him, it can't be done. Of course I know he can thank him."

System: [You're welcome. No B value will be charged for this answer. 】

Shen Qingqiu directly forked off the dialog box that popped up.

He rubbed his throat and stood for a while, only to find that Luo Binghe was just staring at him with his eyes open, and he didn't intend to continue.

Still watching?

Don't you think that after a few years of separation, you need to make up for what you haven't seen enough?

System: [Protagonist's coolness +50.]

Shen Qingqiu: "You've been promoted, why did you even omit the reason for the bonus points? Don't say that I boosted the points. I didn't do anything, so where did the bonus points come from. Also, can you stop showing up for the time being!"

After a long while, Shen Qingqiu said, "What exactly do you want to do when you come back?"

Luo Binghe said: "It's nothing more than I miss the kindness my master has treated me, I'll just come back and have a look."

Shen Qingqiu automatically understood that he came back to find him to settle old debts

After questioning and answering with Luo Binghe, it was actually quite harmonious. Shen Qingqiu gradually became bolder when he spoke, and he moved his fingers to the hilt of the sword: "Just to kill me? What's the matter with the plague in Jinlan City? It's difficult. If you don't become the residents of this city, will you all 'treat you'?"

Who knows, as soon as these words came out, didn't know which scale of Luo Binghe touched, and it was as if a cold star had fallen in his eyes.

After a long while, Luo Binghe said: "Master really hates the demons." There was a trace of anger in his tone.

Not really.

Luo Binghe gritted his teeth: "No, it should be said that he hates me deeply."

Look, don't you really understand... what?

I didn't say that. The level of disgust is not enough, it is just a little psychological shadow. Don't overdo it, thank you!

Luo Binghe suddenly approached him a step, Shen Qingqiu's expression suddenly became vigilant, and he also took a step back.

The eyes of the two collided in the air, and Luo Binghe seemed to be aware of his irritability, and his voice became colder.

"Does Shizun really think that things like murder, arson and slaughter of cities and countries are just because of the half blood in my body, sooner or later, I will do everything?"

Shen Qingqiu could only keep silent.

If he had a physical version of "The Proud Immortals and Demons" in hand, he would have slapped the book on his face long ago.

There is a hammer on the hammer! The 20 million word long novel is full of hammers you want! More than murdering and setting fire to slaughter the city and the country, you have turned the demon world upside down, and the use of chickens and dogs to describe what you did has lost its meaning of exaggeration!

When Luo Binghe saw Shen Qingqiu closing his eyes and drooping his eyes, he didn't say a word, so he took it as his acquiescence, and said with a sneer, "If that's the case, why did you say something like good and evil, regardless of race?"

His face suddenly turned gloomy, his brows filled with anger, and he suddenly shouted, "It's extremely hypocritical!"

Shen Qingqiu had been prepared for a long time, but at this time he hurriedly retreated and narrowly avoided it. When looked back, the wall was leaning against just now was shattered.

Although he had known for a long time that Luo Binghe's temperament would change drastically after coming out from a place like the Infernal Abyss, he never expected that it would change to such an extent. Saying moody is lighter.

It's one thing to see the results in the book of predictions, but it's another to watch someone who was once familiar become like this. In particular, this result can basically be counted as his own.

Luo Binghe didn't seem to have really intended to hit him at first, but after venting his critical attack once, he calmed down a bit, turned his head and stretched out his hand as if to catch him. Shen Qingqiu suddenly pulled out the Xiu Ya sword.

He hadn't drawn his sword manually for a long time. In the past, he was mostly summoned with a sword technique, but now he can only operate it manually without his spiritual power. No way, he can't be captured, at least at this time, he absolutely can't sit still.

This is a huge miscalculation. Originally thought that Luo Binghe would need to practice for five years before climbing up from the abyss, but who knew that he would hang up more and more, and he just advanced the time by half. And counting the days, Shen Qingqiu, who was kept in captivity by Shen Qingqiu as a life-saving ace, had not raised enough time to be able to function.

Seeing this, Luo Binghe slowly raised his hand, allowing Shen Qingqiu to see the purple and black devilish breath rolling in his palms, and said slowly, "Master. Guess, if the Xiu Ya sword is caught by me, how many times will it take? Will it be eroded away?"

No need to guess, I bet fifty cents at most once! Shen Qingqiu felt desolate in his heart.

Luo Binghe took another step closer, and Shen Qingqiu had no choice but to fight with his sword.

He was mentally prepared for the Xiu Ya Sword to be scrapped, but Luo Binghe suddenly saw something. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly withdrew the magic weapon in his palm, directly intercepting the sword's edge with his hand.

Shen Qingqiu didn't expect to really stab him. This is the second time! In such a stunned moment, Luo Binghe slashed at his wrist, his palm loosened, the long sword fell to the ground, and was kicked away by Luo Binghe.

Luo Binghe tightly clasped Shen Qingqiu's wrist with one hand, and blood flowed out of his palm, soaking Shen Qingqiu's sleeve, and the blood kept flowing, causing him to panic for no reason. In the middle of the fog, Luo Binghe turned his hand over: "Infected?"

There were a few small red spots scattered on Shen Qingqiu's arms, slightly more than during the day.

Luo Binghe's slender fingers skimmed over it, and the red spots dissipated on his fingertips.

Sure enough, to Luo Binghe, this little thing did not pose a threat at all.

Luo Binghe seemed to have softened his color, and said, "Master's hand has many disasters."

...the two of them actually thought of going together. Shen Qingqiu looked at the back of his hand as clean as ever, and became more and more confused about Luo Binghe's brain circuit. From the current point of view, maybe it was because he remembered that this hand also helped him block the barbs on the poisonous armor, and he still cares about the old feelings?

He was guessing like this when suddenly, someone punched him in the lower abdomen.

Luo Binghe smiled and said, "One yardage is one yardage. Since it was Master who provoked the head, then you should swallow the bitter fruit yourself. You will make up for the wound left by Master."

Shen Qingqiu thought he was using a metaphor to express the trauma he left him in the past, but when his scalp hurt, his neck was pulled abruptly, Luo Binghe's hand came to his lips, and a stench of blood came to him. Mouth gushing.

Shen Qingqiu suddenly widened his eyes.

Only then did he realize that the "wound" Luo Binghe was referring to was the wound he left on his hand with the Xiu Ya sword just now!

Peat in the trough - you can't drink it, you can't drink it, you can't drink it!

He slapped that hand away abruptly, lowered his head to vomit out the blood he swallowed a few mouthfuls, was forcibly twisted up by Luo Binghe, and continued to pour blood. Luo Binghe tore open the wound on his hand, and the warm blood continued to flow, but he seemed to be more and more happy: "Master, don't vomit, although the blood of demons is filthy, it may not be good if you drink it. dead, right?"

It won't die, but life is better than death!