After being killed by the master shark, I was reborn

Qin Hongyu was helpless in his heart, but hungry in his stomach. When he finally regained his physical strength, he started to think about Luo Qingxianzun again.

Just kidding, if Luo Qing Xianzun can't be awakened, he will be trapped in it forever, and I don't know when he will be released.

He just wanted to repay his kindness, but he didn't want to spend the rest of his life with him.

The cute eyes that were as excited as black beans rolled around the room, and then lit up.

He tried to flap his little wings, and flew up stumblingly. After a short gliding, he landed on another table.

There are paper and pens on the table, and the ink on the side has not dried up, just as he wants.

Luo Qing looked at this scene with a smile in the corner of his eyes, did not obstruct, and followed the footsteps of the little bird, walked to the desk and sat down.

"I don't know, you are also good at poetry and painting."

The little bird's movements froze in mid-air, its eyes swept helplessly from Luo Qing Xianzun, and then continued its movements.

He wrote on Luo Qing Xianzun's hands, but Xianzun didn't understand, he wrote on paper, Luo Qing Xianzun finally understood it, right?

Thinking in this way, he suddenly stepped forward, and was about to put his claws into the inkstone to soak some ink, when a slender finger suddenly stretched out from the side and clamped his claws.

The little bird looked up, and saw that the man had a cold face and shook his head to himself. The movement of his hands was still moving upwards, and the little bird was suddenly thrown to the ground by the force of his fingers.

Qin Hongyu:? ? ?

He didn't believe in evil, and stretched out his tentative claws again. Just when his claws were about to be stained with ink, that hand came over again.

This time Luo Qing's actions were even more hateful, not only pushed his claws away, but also moved the inkstone towards him.

He looked like he didn't want the little bird to come across him.

Qin Hongyu became angry. He struggled to get up from the table, pecked the man's annoying hand a few times to express his anger after being stopped, and then set off towards the inkstone again with arrogance.

This time Luo Qing finally understood the meaning of the little bird: this little bird was actually angry at himself for stopping it.

In his cold eyes, a hint of interest disappeared in a blink of an eye, and Luo Qing pretended to be fierce: "Are you really going to play with this ink?"

As soon as Qin Hongyu heard the word "play", his heart became more and more angry. How could he be playing?

So the footsteps towards the ink inkstone became more and more determined, and finally, a claw bangdang successfully stepped into the ink inkstone, black ink splashed from under his claws, and some even landed on his feathers.

Luo Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, but remained silent.

The little bird finally got his wish, he finally relaxed a little, and ran to the rice paper.

Success in one fell swoop!Qin Hongyu told himself this in his heart, and at the same time he kept pawing down, trying to write something.

How should I say it?Well, just write:

The immortal is injured, this is a dream.

As long as I wrote it like this, Luo Qing Xianzun would naturally understand it after reading it.

Right, that is it.

While thinking this way, the little bird painted ink on the rice paper.

After a lot of tossing, the little bird finally stopped. He shook his feathers confidently and looked back.

On the snow-white rice paper, all kinds of ink sticks were densely and messily arranged. Rao Qin Hongyu, the owner of this work, looked back, but couldn't figure out what it was written on.

Qin Hongyu: ...

This body, it is really out of control!

The little bird looked up, and saw Luo Qing Xianzun looking at him expressionlessly, it was so frightened that it lowered its head and looked down.

Well, the black ink blobs on his body are one by one, not at all cleaner than rice paper.

The little bird fell silent, and stared down at itself in a daze, as if it had turned into a statue of a little bird, except for the tip of its tail which was up and down as if it was frightened.

It happened that there was still a bowl of clear water on the table, and he didn't know what it was for, so he plunged into it with his head covered.Although the words are not written, it is okay to wash off the ink.

It wasn't until the little bird flopped from the water for a while that I realized how naive my thoughts were.

Because no matter how hard he tried, the black ink spots seemed to grow out of his body, and they couldn't be washed off.

The little bird was completely dumbfounded.

A cold voice suddenly sounded from above his head: "This is thousand-year-old ink."

Millennium ink, as the name suggests, will not fade for a thousand years.

Qin Hongyu finally remembered that the ink Luo Qing used was really special, once he accidentally stained some with his finger, and he tried all the methods but couldn't make the ink stick disappear.

One day after several months, the ink stick in his hand disappeared inexplicably.

Qin Hongyu knew about this, but he did not expect that the events in the dream of Luo Qingxianzun were so realistic that even Millennium Mo could fabricate them.

Just now Luo Qing Xianzun shot to stop him, he finally knew the reason, but it was too late now.

Who would have thought that his body could not even write a few words.He can't speak or write now, how can he wake up Luo Qing Xianzun?

Looking at the little bird, Luo Qing went from high and excited at the beginning to now dejected, and finally couldn't help reaching out to touch the little bird's head, comforting: "It's just a thousand-year-old ink, and it will be gone in a few days."

Qin Hongyu said coldly in his heart: the thousand-year-old ink will be gone in a few days, who is lying to him.

He couldn't help but said: He didn't worry about Qiannianmo, what he worried about was how to save people!

Luo Qing picked up the little bird and wiped off the water stains on the little bird, but the ink stains on the little bird couldn't be washed off no matter how much it was washed.

Luo Qing put the little bird in front of the mirror, the little bird that used to be snow-white is now white and black, so funny.

"grumble!"

Qin Hongyu screamed in panic, subconsciously backed away, but tripped over his own feet and fell down on the table.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, what a dream this is!

The next second, as if he remembered something, he suddenly turned his head and began to speak hard.

"Chi-chi-!"

His voice was heavy and the dragging sound was long, it sounded like a certain word.

Luo Qing frowned: "You said 'fake'?"

The little bird nodded hurriedly.

Luo Qing thought to himself: This little bird is really different from the other birds, it seems to be extraordinarily spiritual.

While thinking about probing: "But 'true or false' is false?"

The little bird became more and more excited, stopped talking, and nodded hastily, obviously Luo Qing's guess was right.

"What does 'false' mean?"

Luo Qing finally saw that this little bird seemed to have tried to express something to herself from the very beginning, Hong Yu said that the origin of this bird was unknown.

Indeed, he likes to be quiet, there is no one else in this hall except him and Hong Yu, even if it is a small thing raised by some disciples of the Sword Sect, it should be blocked at the foot of the mountain, and there is absolutely no possibility of flying in.

If it wasn't for the fact that the little bird was harmless and looked pleasing to him, he wouldn't have brought the little bird back.

Now it seems that the purpose of this little bird may not be that simple.

The little bird tried its best to probe in a certain direction, Luo Qing looked in that direction, but there was no one there.

Qin Hongyu was a little anxious, and it was hard for Luo Qing to understand what he meant, but he must not let go of this opportunity.

So he worked harder, flew out of Luo Qing's arms, and landed on the table, pointing at a certain position with his small and cute mouth—it was the place where the boy sat just now.

Luo Qing felt that he seemed to understand the meaning of the little bird, but found it inconceivable: "You mean 'Hong Yu, is it fake?'"

The little bird quickly nodded, that's what he meant!

But it was picked up by Luo Qing who came over.

Luo Qing: "I really don't know if you are really smart, or if you are just a little confused. Hong Yuzi has been by my side for five years since he became a teacher. How could it be 'fake'?"

The little bird that was held in his arms was still talking non-stop.

Luo Qing comforted him: "Okay, he's fake, are you satisfied?"

As he spoke, he gently touched the top of the little bird's head with his fingers, as if a gentleman had seen the same thing.

The little bird looked up suspiciously, and was sure that this world still existed, and there was no sign of it disappearing at all, and then it was finally confirmed that Immortal Luo Qing was bluffing him.

Qin Hongyu fell into deep despair for a moment: he couldn't write it, and he couldn't speak it, so what should he do to make Luo Qing Xianzun believe that what he said is true?

The little bird turned around and buried its head deeply in Luo Qing's arms again.

As Yinsu, Qin Hongyu stayed by Luo Qing's side.

During the period of being a little bird, Qin Hongyu finally figured out the situation in this illusion.

This was his fifth year of taking Luo Qing as his teacher in his previous life, and it was when he died in his previous life.According to the timeline of his previous life, he should have died a few months ago.

But the illusion is different from the previous life. The "Qin Hongyu" here does not seem to be a demon body, let alone be forced to death by Quan Yuheng Sword Sect.

In addition, this "Qin Hongyu" is also very different from my own personality. Although I liked Luo Qing Xianzun in my previous life, but in liking him, I also brought a little awe. He would never be like the current "Qin Hongyu" Same, showing such intimacy with Luo Qing Xianzun.

Even more different from the previous life is the attitude of Luo Qing Xianzun.

In his previous life, he didn't dare to get too close to Luo Qing Xianzun, and Luo Qing Xianzun would not...

The little bird hung its head, looking not very interested.

He also doesn't look at himself with that kind of doting, with an obvious smile on his face, to comfort himself.He will only teach himself as a strict teacher when he needs help.

Qin Hongyu put his emotions away and seriously thought of the current situation.

Although he knew about all the abnormalities, Luo Qing Xianzun didn't know anything about it...

Just as he was thinking, a figure suddenly opened the door and entered.

Little Quiniao raised his head, and what caught his eyes was the face he was very familiar with - it was 'Qin Hongyu'.

"Master? Is Master there?" The young man pushed open the door and kept looking inside. He didn't see anyone, and the young man seemed a little regretful.

Luo Qing arranged for the little bird to be kept in the room, but there was a curtain between the door and the door. As soon as the boy's voice appeared, he shook his feathers excitedly.

Qin Hongyu could feel that this young man had a vague hostility towards him. As early as the first time they met, he wanted to persuade Luo Qing and throw himself out.Right now, Luo Qing Xianzun is not here, if he is discovered by a young man, he might do something to him.

He stayed where he was, trying not to make a sound.

Outside the door, the boy's regretful voice came from afar: "It's a pity that Master is not here."

Qin Hongyu heard the sound of closing the door, followed by footsteps that gradually dissipated.

He breathed a sigh of relief when a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and that black shadow firmly covered him.

Qin Hongyu looked up, and at some point the young man walked up to him without making a sound, and he was looking at himself with extremely excited eyes.

The boy's face was full of smiles, and he spoke slowly, but his tone was completely opposite to the regret just now, full of expectation.

"It's a pity that I found out."

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