Shen Qingqiu, shut up

"Shen Qingqiu, shut up! "45-47 (End)

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45

"Are you a god?" The boy raised his head and asked slyly.He was dressed in gray white cotton and short brown, he was in the age of dancing spoons, and his appearance was about seven or eight percent similar to Shen Qingqiu.

"No, I'm just a cultivator." Yue Qingyuan once again fell into the quagmire of regret.Since that day in the water dungeon, when he learned that Xiao Jiu, who was begging with him, was beaten to death by Qiu Jianluo, his regret was like a swamp, and he was dragged into the abyss.

When I dream back at midnight, I always think of my ignorant good intentions when I was young-he was the one who saved the white-eyed wolf Shiwu, but let Xiao Jiu fall into the mud.

"Then are you willing to accept me as an apprentice?" The young man rolled his sly eyeballs, gently pinched the corner of his robe, and asked tentatively.

Yue Qingyuan was full of grief when he was interrupted by the young man, so he rallied, sat cross-legged, and said at the same level with the young man's eyes: "I can't accept you as a disciple. You should be my junior brother. I will ask the master's life card to tell the master Venerable, let Master accept disciples on your behalf. From now on, you will be my junior."

Yue Qingyuan was worried that Shen Jiu would be hungry and cold when he was young, so he took him to a restaurant to have a good meal, then went to a clothing store to buy some clothes, and then bid farewell to his biological parents, so he wanted to leave here and rush to the Cangqiong faction.

It was May at this time, and the weather changed as it said. The clear sky turned dark clouds over the city in an instant, and then it rained heavily.

Yue Qingyuan is already a powerful Nascent Soul, he only needs to pinch a magic formula, and he will be protected from rain and snow, and will not be afraid of cold and heat.However, Yue Qingyuan only wanted to get close to Xiao Jiu who was lost and found again, so he didn't use any spells. He only held an oiled paper umbrella in one hand, and held Shen Jiu who was newly dressed in a wide-sleeved Taoist robe with the other.

Luo Binghe is dressed in white clothes that are better than snow, with a white jade crown and cloud-climbing boots, and in his sleeves are hidden hundreds of arrows wrapped in cotton heads, piercing through the void like a fairy coming to the world.

When he saw Yue Qingyuan holding a young man who was roughly similar to Shen Qingqiu in his hands, he recalled Shen Yuan and thought that Yue Qingyuan could not please Shen Qingqiu, so he found a mortal who looked similar to him as a pet , Immediately he was furious, and he drew his sword and slashed.

"Yue Qingyuan, how dare you find a substitute to humiliate and insult him!" The coercion was accompanied by an angry shout, and the sword light came in an instant.

Yue Qingyuan couldn't dodge it in time, so he had to hug Shen Jiu into his arms to protect him.Inspired by the devilish energy, Yue Qingyuan choked a mouthful of dirty blood into his throat, swallowed it with great difficulty, but there was still a trace of blood winding down the corner of his mouth.

Shen Jiu was so frightened that his face turned pale. Seeing that the fairy in white was about to swing his sword again, his mind went blank and he cried out in panic: "Brother Seven, get out of here!"

Hearing the phrase "Seventh Brother", Luo Mozun swung his sword and froze for a moment, and his heart turned a thousand times - he suspected that this was the original Shen Jiu, and also nastyly guessed that Yue Qingyuan was shameless, and induced the young man to call him Seventh Brother.

"Is he Shen Jiu?" Luo Binghe let the Heart Demon Sword disappear and return to the void, and asked with a tangled face.

Yue Qingyuan pulled Shen Jiu behind him, only frowned and stared at Luo Binghe, without answering.

Luo Binghe clicked his tongue, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of arrows wrapped in cotton heads smashed towards Yue Qingyuan.

[Is it feasible? 】 Luo Binghe contacted the liaison officer of the crossing office with his spiritual sense.

[Okay, another eighty sticks will be smashed. 】

Before Yue Qingyuan could ask Luo Binghe why he did this, he was slapped with another hundred arrows wrapped in cotton heads.

["Yue Qingyuan Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart" node successfully connected. 】

Knowing that the mission was accomplished, Luo Binghe snorted coldly, then cut through the void and left.

Seeing him leaving, Yue Qingyuan was about to stop him, when he heard a voice in his ear: "Excuse me, Sect Master Yue, who will temporarily live in seclusion for five years, and don't reveal it to others, so as to spoil the important affairs of Master."

46

Time flies like a white horse, and it is half a year in the blink of an eye.

The "sinner" Shen Qingqiu has been transferred by Luo Binghe from the Huanhua Palace Water Prison to the Devil Realm Dungeon Dungeon.

Since arriving in the dungeon of the underground palace, Luo Binghe's cling to Shen Qingqiu became tighter and tighter.Even though Shen Qingqiu didn't say anything, at midnight, Luo Binghe could always feel the person in his arms shivering in cold sweat, and his own touch would make his whole body tense.

However, Shen Qingqiu was still unwilling to leave the dungeon even though he was haunted by fear.

Luo Binghe once replaced Shen Qingqiu with a puppet that looked exactly like Shen Qingqiu, and then placed him in a courtyard with a courtyard full of bamboo.

However, it was still no match for Shen Qingqiu's persistence.

In the end, the man returned to the dungeon where he had nightmares and died miserably.

Sometimes, Shen Qingqiu would sit on the Arhat's bed, stroking the iron chains hanging from the prison ceiling with his hands, his eyes would be distracted, he would not know what to think, and occasionally he would murmur "It hurts" in a low voice.

Luo Binghe's cultivation was so high, how could he not hear his leaked murmurs, he only felt sore in his heart, and his eyes were flushed with distress.

"It's smoky..." Shen Qingqiu couldn't help complaining as he watched the demon servant toss out a small kitchen in the dungeon.

Luo was three-year-old and Shen was four-year-old, wishing he could spend twelve hours a day by his side.However, due to the influence of his mood, Shen Qingqiu has become more and more reluctant to eat and drink recently.Originally, he was sick and ailing, but now he is getting thinner and out of shape, like a person who is about to die.

"It won't be smoky, the disciple made a magic circle for ventilation. Don't worry, master, the classics and fan of the master will not be polluted." Mozun kissed the corner of Shen Qingqiu's eyes, flattering him.

Not only did Luo Binghe want to make soup with his own hands to take care of Shen Sisui's diet, but he was also afraid that he would become depressed and do something irreversible, so he ordered someone to build a small kitchen in the dungeon.

Even if Luo Binghe tried his best to treat Shen Qingqiu well, life in the dungeon was still difficult.

Shen Qingqiu became thinner and weaker, his body was bluish and white with sick bones, the light in his eyes was dimming day by day, his hands and feet were cold, and only a little warmth remained in his chest.

In the dead of night, after Shen Qingqiu fell asleep, every other hour, Luo Binghe would feel for his pulse lightly, lest if he was not careful, he would return home.

During the day, Shen Qingqiu was also sitting on his back half asleep and half awake.If he was sane, he would gossip with Luo Binghe.If his eyes are loose and his eyes are in a trance, he must have fallen into the nightmare of the past.At this time, if Luo Binghe touches him a little bit, his whole body will tense up, and then he will start to tremble.

As Shen Qingqiu's situation got worse, Luo Binghe made up his mind and disregarded his wishes, leaving a puppet in the dungeon to act as a facade, and forced Shen Qingqiu to go out for an outing.

Among the green mountains and green waters, a handsome young man with a tall figure and a face like a crown jade led another person to walk slowly.

The man wore a curtain on his head, and the sky-blue long sand hung down to the corner of his robe, completely covering the man, only his thin blue and white fingers held by the man could be seen.

"Are you tired, why don't I hug you?" Luo Binghe asked with a soft and handsome face, and his eyes were filled with gentle worry, which caused the cheeks of the nearby petite guests who peeked over to blush.

"Don't attract others." Shen Sisui was weak and broke out in a cold sweat after walking a few steps, but he still ran against the Luobing River.

Luo Binghe clicked his tongue, hugged the man into his arms, suppressed the resistance of the mantis with one hand, squeezed the formula in his hand, and shrunk into inches to get on the boat, carefully placing the man on the soft couch.

He took off the curtain, gently kissed the corner of the man's pink and bloodless mouth, and whispered:

"It's just you who love to talk nonsense."

47

For five years, Luo Binghe slipped away happily and worriedly.Liu Qingge was only released after all the plot points were hooked up.

Yue Qingyuan, who lived in a hut on a certain mountain, also brought Shen Jiu back to Qiongding Peak at this time.

The Lord of Baizhan Peak had been imprisoned in Lingxi Cave for more than five years, and he was so angry that he wanted to draw his sword and chop this beast who deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors.When he saw Shen Qingqiu, who was sick and torn apart, his eyes turned red with anger.

The two finally moved their hands, and it ended in Shen Qingqiu angrily smashing the cup.

"Enough?" Shen Qingqiu took a breath and said angrily.

The sarcasm that was almost spoken was almost swallowed back by Liu Qingge.

【I can't choke him anymore. If I'm not careful, he might be about to vomit blood. 】

Liu Qingge's heart turned a thousand times, and finally suppressed the sarcastic words in his throat, and only snorted.

Luo Binghe was able to bend and stretch, he just wrapped him in his arms with a playful smile, and walked towards the Nether Palace.

On the wind came his flattering voice:

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, how about I make lotus seed soup for you?"

THE END