The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

After Luo Binghe fell into coma, the coercion lost its intimidating effect, and the blind corpses that had just retreated into the depths of darkness began to move around again, hissing and hissing around him.

Shen Qingqiu held the crumpled Luo Binghe with one hand, and held the Xiuya sword with the other. He swung it violently, and the sword flew out of its sheath like a flying arrow. It was the first to pierce more than a dozen swords back and forth. However, the bright sword blade was very reflective, and the green light of the breath candle reflected on the sword, making it even more dazzling. The blind corpse had a strong ability to capture light and was quick to dodge, so this trick didn't work the second time. Shen Qingqiu had just inserted the sword back into his waist, and several skinny arms had already been stretched out nearby. One of them even looked at Luo Binghe's eyeballs. He struck out a critical blow with one palm, killing the irregular blind corpse. My head exploded.

However, although the critical attack technique is useful, it cannot be used all the time. The spiritual power consumption was too great, and it would not take long for him to run out of ammunition. Moreover, Shen Qingqiu had now returned to the state of two bars of spiritual power. He could no longer be as careless as before. After firing more than twenty rounds, he felt slightly powerless. The blind corpses were pushing and shoving in the tomb passage, so he had no choice but to kick each one away. Although these monsters were low-level, they couldn't defeat them all. They also had to hold a dazed Luo Binghe, who was staggering and couldn't hold him tightly for a moment. Luo Binghe's head hit the stone wall again.

The "thud" sound was particularly painful. Shen Qingqiu guiltily put his hand on the back of his head and touched it again and again, but he always felt that there seemed to be a big bulge. He prayed in his heart to Amitabha, Amitabha, please don't knock the child silly because of the burning and falling! ! !

The imp is difficult to deal with. If he continues to stay in this tomb passage filled with life-sucking candles, he will only attract a steady stream of blind corpses. He changed his position, put one hand on Luo Binghe's shoulder, and dragged him forward with long strides. The blind corpse was thrown several feet behind him, but with his rapid breathing, the death candle continued to light up, and the two The human figure was so illuminated that no one could hide. Although the blind corpse couldn't keep up, it couldn't get rid of it and pursued it relentlessly. Until you pass a small tomb at the corner.

This may also be a preparation room. Inside, the coffins are scattered and arranged in an extremely irregular manner. Some even have the lids of the coffins flipped to the ground. There is no sign of solemnity at all. Shen Qingqiu hurriedly dragged Luo Binghe in and looked at each one one by one. Some of them had strange corpses lying inside, while others were completely empty.

The sound of hissing outside the tomb was getting closer and closer, and long and messy black shadows were drawn out and crisscrossed on the ground. Seeing the critical situation, Shen Qingqiu jumped into the sarcophagus. He originally wanted to stuff Luo Binghe into another coffin, but there was no time. The two of them hugged each other and rolled over into the sarcophagus.

Even though there was a soft base inside, Shen Qingqiu still fell so hard that stars appeared in his eyes. Luo Binghe was on top, and Shen Qingqiu was on the bottom. He was pressed so heavily that he could barely breathe.

What did this kid grow up on? She looks so thin, why is she so heavy?

There was still half of the coffin lid that was not tightly closed. Shen Qingqiu was about to reach out to close it when a faint green light shook outside, and several rickety black shadows were reflected on the ceiling.

The blind corpse came in.

They slowly approached the tomb chamber, and from time to time there was a gentle "clicking" sound, and the noise of sharp nails scraping against the surface of the sarcophagus was eerie.

But if there's any place where you won't hide a dying candle, it's in a coffin. As long as there is no light source, these blind people cannot catch them.

Shen Qingqiu calmly lay on his back. Luo Binghe was lying face down on him, his head nestled in the crook of his shoulder. The heat spread to Shen Qingqiu's neck, making him feel uncomfortable.

Even he felt uncomfortable, and Luo Binghe naturally felt even more uncomfortable. Luo Binghe's hands happened to be cold and his head was hot, so he might as well use his hands to cool down his forehead. Shen Qingqiu thought this was a good idea, and just as he was about to grab Luo Binghe's wrist and lift it up, his body suddenly stiffened.

Five skinny fingers with strangely long nails appeared above the coffin.

Why did they search so carefully and thoroughly? ! ! Didn’t you say that the blind corpse’s IQ is very low? ! ! If it’s not something that shines, people don’t even want to deal with it, right? ! !

Shen Qingqiu suddenly discovered that there was indeed a faint red light next to his face.

A sideways glance revealed that although Luo Binghe's eyes were closed, the demon mark on his forehead had already melted out, and the red mark on his forehead was disappearing with his breathing. The red light dimmed and then brightened.

What is this stuff! Is it something similar to the way Ultraman has to dodge and dodge at the last moment every time he fights a little monster?

Both of his hands were suppressed by Luo Binghe, unable to take them out to cover the bad mark. He subconsciously turned his head and pressed the corners of his lips against his smooth forehead.

It looked... a bit like kissing Luo Binghe's forehead. Don't worry about details like this, it's important to save your life!

The hand, which was thin and thin, with its fingernails filled with dirt and a few strands of hair still tangled, tremblingly reached into the sarcophagus and groped around.

The interior space of this coffin is narrow, but the belly of the coffin is deep and long. As long as it continues to maintain this groping range, it still cannot touch the two people at the bottom of the coffin. But this hand didn't know how to restrain itself at all, and probed deeper and deeper. Shen Qingqiu's heart followed him higher and higher, and he was about to touch Luo Binghe's back. He gritted his teeth, took out his right hand that was almost numb, found a relatively intact area behind Luo Binghe, and pressed it .

With this push, Luo Binghe's upper body was completely attached to him. There was still a gap to be found before, but now, the two people are almost embedded in a ball, chest to chest, belly to belly.

Originally, the lower abdomen should be the softest part of the human body, but Shen Qingqiu's belly was irritated by Luo Binghe's lower abdomen. The more he pressed down, the more convinced he was that he must have developed eight-pack abs, which were so hard that they were dead.

Although the hand stopped just a few centimeters above Luo Binghe's back, it changed its direction and touched the other side.

Seeing that he was about to touch Luo Binghe's calf again, Shen Qingqiu panicked, spread his legs, and let Luo Binghe's left leg fall between his legs.

The space occupied by the two of them has been reduced to the minimum. It really can’t be any smaller!

The blind corpse trembled and touched for a long time, but didn't touch anything and slowly pulled it out.

Shen Qingqiu breathed a sigh of relief when the blind corpses grumbled out of the tomb and wandered far away in groups.

This posture now is too ugly and unsightly... If someone stretched their head and looked inside, they would definitely feel that Shen Qingqiu was holding Luo Binghe tightly and refusing to let go, desperately trying to push him into his arms.

Just as he was about to help Luo Binghe sit up, a voice suddenly sounded in the tomb.

"It would be too early to let go now."

The voice was old and the tone was mocking. Shen Qingqiu immediately grabbed the Xiu Ya Sword, turned over, and pushed Luo Binghe underneath. He sat up with his sword in front of him, fully alert: "Who!"

The group of blind corpses had long gone, and the tomb was empty, with only a room full of cold sarcophagi.

...Don't tell him which coffin contains another fake corpse! He had just seen it, and it was almost full of useful information!

The voice said again: "If I don't want you to see it, you can't see it even if you climb over the entire holy tomb."

After listening to a few words, Shen Qingqiu realized that the voice was very familiar. He had definitely heard it somewhere. And not just one sentence.

With a flash of inspiration, he put the sword back into its sheath and said, "Since you are a senior dream demon, there is no need to pretend to be a ghost."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man suddenly appeared in the center of the tomb. He was dressed luxuriously and had eyes like an eagle.

He sat cross-legged on a sarcophagus and looked down at Shen Qingqiu proudly: "You still remember me."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Of course I remember. Since Senior Dream Demon appears in front of me, I must be dreaming now."

The dream demon could only appear in dreams as a black mist before, but now it can take on human form. It seemed that Luo Binghe's body was recovering well.

Seeing that it was him who came, Shen Qingqiu felt relieved. The Dream Demon is definitely on Luo Binghe's side. Since he appears, at least he will not harm Luo Binghe.

The Dream Demon hummed: "But the current predicament you two are in is not a dream."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Can you ask Senior Dream Demon to help you enter Luo Binghe's dream and wake him up?"

The dream demon said: "I can't wake you up."

Shen Qingqiu was surprised: "Why?" Could it be that Luo Binghe's brain was burned out?

The dream demon said calmly: "I can't get in. This boy's soul is now in chaos, a void, and there is a lot of fog. He is in a dream and cannot wake up. I have only encountered this kind of situation in the dreams of two kinds of people in the past. One of them is People who are seriously ill."

It doesn't seem like he wants to say anything nice. Shen Qingqiu asked patiently: "The second kind?"

"Foolish person."

Shen Qingqiu's hand holding Xiu Yajian tightened.

The dream demon thought to himself: "This kid deserves it. In the past five years, he spent his energy and energy summoning souls during the day and randomly killed his dream creations at night. I have taught him long ago that doing so is tantamount to destroying his soul. He will not Take it. Sooner or later, the day will come. In the past seven days, your spiritual power has been exhausted, and the demon sword is waiting for an opportunity to cause trouble. What's more, he has to force his way into the Holy Tomb and face off against the descendant of the most talented demon bloodline in the history of this clan."

Shen Qingqiu's throat felt dry, and he looked back at Luo Binghe, who was lying unconscious in the sarcophagus, and said, "... Senior can't wake him up?"

"He's helpless."

Shen Qingqiu hugged his fist and silently lay back in the coffin.

Dream Demon: "..."

He raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you doing?"

Shen Qingqiu replied: "Sleep. Wait until you wake up."

Veins popped up on Dream Demon's forehead: "How dare you ignore me?"

Shen Qingqiu closed his eyes: "Since seniors have said that there is nothing we can do, of course we can only wait for myself to wake up and protect him out."

The Dream Demon hummed: "The forbidden area of ​​our clan's Holy Tomb is full of dangers, and there are two troublesome characters waiting. You alone cannot protect him."

What he said is very, very true.

But now besides him, who else can protect or will protect Luo Binghe?

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Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes and sighed: "I have to protect you even if you can't protect me. You are my disciple after all."

After cheating Luo Binghe for so long, Shen Qingqiu was distraught and didn't know what he was feeling, but one thing was clear: Luo Binghe couldn't let Luo Binghe confess here no matter what.

The Dream Demon said coldly: "After so many years, are you finally willing to admit that this kid is your disciple?"

Shen Qingqiu agreed: "It has indeed been a long time."

He was still waiting for the dream demon to continue taunting him in a strange way, but the old man suddenly sighed,

He said: "If this kid could wake up and hear your words, I don't know how happy he would be."

Uncle, can you not be so unlucky in every sentence?

Shen Qingqiu's face was covered with black lines. What do you mean by "if" and "can wake up"? This unpredictable tone of life and death made him even more uneasy!

The dream demon suddenly became angry and shouted loudly: "Obviously I am this kid's master, how many things have I taught him?! Huh?! The ability to reach heaven and earth, the art of manipulating people's hearts! But he just refused to call me master. , "Senior", "Senior"! You, an ordinary cultivator, just taught him some crude fists and kicks, but he chased after you crying and calling me master! It's really annoying! "

He had been holding back his anger for a long time. Now that he saw these two people lying in the same coffin, he felt that the scene was even more dazzling and made him blind. He was extremely unhappy and complained loudly.

Shen Qingqiu was also unhappy. The swordsmanship of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect was crude with fists and kicks? !

He chuckled: "I am his life mentor."

System certification, Luo Binghe’s outlook on life and world values ​​are all influenced by him√

The dream demon said: "You also know? Then why have you been so cruel and abandoned him for so many years?"

Shen Qingqiu choked again. From Luo Binghe's perspective, there seemed to be nothing wrong with this question.

The dream demon puffed his beard and glared: "If I had gotten rid of you in the dream back then without knowing it, these troubles would not have happened today." He walked around on the sarcophagus with his hands behind his back and said angrily: "This kid I was originally a promising and malleable talent, but when I met you, you became such a coward, crying, and pretending to be cold in front of you. According to me, I will either get rid of you, or I will kill you! I'll kill you. You're so fussy, you refuse and you refuse, it makes people angry!"

Shen Qingqiu really wanted to cover his ears or sew his mouth shut.

Dream demons are so annoying! ! ! Is it really okay to say this kind of thing in front of me? !

He glanced at Luo Binghe's peacefully sleeping face next to him, and a flash of him crying appeared in his mind... Well, he immediately withdrew his gaze, his cheeks seemed a little hot, it must be an illusion!

Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear it anymore: "Senior, can you wake me up?"

The dream demon is still resentful: "Wake up? You don't know how to get out even if you wake up."

Shen Qingqiu: "Of course I know. Senior, please tell me in which direction Luo Binghe used the Black Moon Python Rhinoceros to break the boundary."

The Dream Demon said: "The open entrance has been closed."

Shen Qingqiu said: "It may not be possible to open it again."

His eyes fell on the Heart Demon Sword at Luo Binghe's waist. The entrance that has just been opened must be weak. If you use the Heart Demon Sword to slash through the air again, it may be able to be opened again!

The Dream Demon followed his gaze and understood, but did not take it seriously: "You may not be willing to use this sword."

Of course he knew this. Shen Qingqiu secretly gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "There is no other way. I have to give it a try."

When he woke up, he was still lying in the sarcophagus, and Luo Binghe was obediently pressing on him, hugging him tightly.

Thank God, the annoying old demon of the Dream Demon was finally willing to let him out!

Shen Qingqiu was about to sit up suddenly, when suddenly, his right leg seemed to rub against something, and it poked hard on the inside of his thigh.

Shen Qingqiu first thought it was the hilt of a sword and reached out to pluck it absentmindedly. As soon as he touched it, the system message suddenly exploded:

[Comfort +1000┏(┏^q^)┓~~~Congratulations on achieving the achievement "*Relationship Progress"! ! ! 】

In an instant, Shen Qingqiu froze into a piece of meat.

"*Relationship Progress"? Is it a furry thing?

He looked down again. This "hilt" is really an amazing thing.

Tianzhu! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! It’s Tianzhu! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Shen Qingqiu has the intention to kill someone and then commit suicide!

After dancing wildly in the wind for a long time, he slapped his face with his palm, comforting himself in his heart: There is no difference between the sun and the moon in the Holy Tomb, maybe it is morning outside now? ! Normal phenomenon, normal physiological phenomenon!

Will it go away on its own? ! Generally speaking, this is true!

But it seems too pitiful to leave it alone! ! !

There's nothing I can do about it, you can't help him masturbate in this situation, right? ! ? ! ? !

You should be forgiven for pretending not to see it, right? ! ? ! ? !

yes! After all, as a master, you have no obligation to help your apprentice put out the fire, even if he caused the fire! ! !

Shen Qingqiu pushed Luo Binghe up suddenly, slapped his chest with his palm, and sent several waves of spiritual energy in. Although it's not much, he can't output more now, so he can lose as much as he can.

Ignore the rest! Ignore it!

After getting out of the sarcophagus, he dragged Luo Binghe towards the "end of due east" pointed by the dream demon. After walking for a while, the walls of the tomb passage began to become damp, the soles of my feet were slippery and covered with moss, making it increasingly difficult to stand firm. Shen Qingqiu slowed down to avoid slipping.

As I continued walking, not only moss but also weeds and flowers appeared. The tomb passage gradually opened up, and trees of different heights rose up on both sides. The ground was not only slippery, but there were also old tree roots that were tangled and tangled, making me stumble from time to time. Insects fly by and birds chirp. The blue-black zenith rises suddenly, and the crystal white stones inlaid on it sparkle. At first glance, it looks like a starry curtain in the night sky.

Although it seemed like they were in a jungle, they did not leave the Holy Tomb. They just came to a special tomb inside the Holy Tomb.

Each tomb in the Holy Tomb was designed by the demon nobles of all generations during their lifetimes. There are all kinds of strange things. Just like an apartment, the residents move in and are given a rough set. The rest, of course, is to decorate and decorate the house according to their own preferences. Those who are good at mechanisms will focus on Qimen Dunjia. Those who are familiar with Warcraft will raise the monsters guarding the tomb. Those who are good at medicinal herbs will plant poisonous flowers and exotic herbs.

The owner of this tomb is obviously the last one. Even though these trees, flowers and plants were ordinary, Shen Qingqiu definitely didn't want to get involved with them.

He took off his coat, put it over their heads, tightened his arms around Luo Binghe's waist, and stepped forward cautiously.

The grass blades rustled.

Suddenly, a sharp sound broke through the air, accompanied by a cold white light.

Shen Qingqiu snapped his fingers with his left hand, and the Xiuya sword on his waist came out of its sheath with a clang, making a cross with the flying cold sword. Before it was solved, the second white light came immediately. This time, he stabbed directly at Luo Binghe's throat. Xiu Ya's sword was blocking the first sword. He couldn't recall it, let alone throw it away from Luo Binghe. If it touched those flowers and plants, it would be over!

In desperation, Shen Qingqiu staggered slightly, raised his arm, and grabbed the edge of the sword with his bare hands.

The blade of the sword was deeply opened in the palm of his hand, but he held it firmly and refused to move forward even half an inch. The blood was not dripping, but splashing, and half of Shen Qingqiu's clothes and the green grass on the ground were instantly covered with a layer of bright red.

He finally realized how painful it was to grab the white blade directly with his hands.

The blood stained Shen Qingqiu's eyes red. He raised his head suddenly and his pupils shrank suddenly.

I never expected that the "little fish" in Tianlang-Jun's words actually refers to these two people.

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Brother Bing is leaving the group. The sadistic tale ends here. I swear it's true this time!

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