Chapter 74 arrives as promised.
Shen Jiu held his head in his hands, remaining silent.
Seeing that he was listless, Young Master Qiu softened his grip and said earnestly, "What's wrong with staying put and being honest? You're already fifteen years old, not young anymore, and you're about to get married. You've already missed the best time for cultivation. What can you possibly achieve? If you follow along blindly, they might not even want you."
That's suicidal! Absolutely suicidal!
The original owner cared most about his cultivation level. He couldn't tolerate anyone being better than him, and he couldn't stand anyone saying anything bad about him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so insanely jealous of Luo Binghe.
This guy actually dared to say he had no future!
Shen Jiu suddenly flipped his arm, grabbed the inkstone from the table, and threw it at Young Master Qiu.
From this angle, it looked like it was hitting Shen Qingqiu, and he instinctively dodged to the side.
The inkstone couldn't hit him or Young Master Qiu, but the latter was splattered with black ink, ruining his exquisitely embroidered robe.
Young Master Qiu's face immediately fell, and he scolded, "My sister likes you, that's a blessing you've accumulated over several lifetimes! If it weren't for our family, you would still be a beggar on the streets, cheating and swindling to make a living. Now you have no worries about food and clothing, you can read and write, and you look like a respectable person. Who gave you all this?" He slapped Shen Jiu's head to the ground: "You have no gratitude whatsoever."
Shen Jiu seemed to have gone all out, and said fiercely, "I am a human being. You are a beast!"
Commendable courage!
Young Master Qiu slammed him against the wall and cursed, "I thought you'd really improved these past few years, but you're still hopeless!"
A sword hung on the white wall, but Shen Jiu bumped into it and it fell to the ground. Shen Jiu sat down against the wall, his hand touching the hilt. In a moment of panic, he drew it out, his hands trembling as he gripped it, and aimed it at Young Master Qiu, whose eyes were bloodshot.
The latter didn't believe he would actually make a move, and pointed at him, saying, "Still got a temper. Itching for a fight again?"
Seeing him take a few steps closer, Shen Jiu was terrified and shouted, "Don't come any closer!"
Young Master Qiu said, "You're spineless! You..."
After saying "you," he could no longer speak.
He slowly lowered his head, and the sword plunged directly into his stomach.
Young Master Qiu looked incredulous as Shen Jiu suddenly drew his sword.
Shen Qingqiu felt incredibly envious standing to the side...
Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, live murder scene!
In the blink of an eye, the situation changed drastically. Before they could exchange more than a few words, tragedy struck!
Shen Jiu was dumbfounded. Young Master Qiu, clutching his abdomen, snatched the sword from him menacingly, kicked him to the ground, and shouted, "Guards!"
Shen Jiu rushed forward and grabbed his neck. In the struggle, several servants burst in. Upon seeing the scene in the study, they shouted loudly. Shen Jiu was both panicked and frightened. He made some kind of gesture, and the sword in Young Master Qiu's hand flew out suddenly, piercing through the chests of several servants.
Turning his head again, Young Master Qiu staggered toward him, his scarlet hand reaching for his hair. Shen Jiu thrust out his sword again, this time piercing his lung.
Then, sword after sword, with all his might, Shen Jiu stabbed harder and harder, his expression becoming increasingly ferocious. He stabbed more than fifty times in a row, until the corpse's face and vital parts were a bloody mess, before he finally stopped, panting heavily.
This is probably the first time Shen Jiu has killed someone, and even more so, the first time he has killed someone using his own spiritual power.
Shen Qingqiu witnessed the whole thing and was shocked.
So brutal on the very first time!
He stared blankly at the corpses strewn across the room for a long while, then suddenly snapped out of it, threw down his sword with a clatter, and paced back and forth in the study. However, he was only bewildered for a moment before quickly regaining his composure.
The entire emotional shift took less than a minute. Shen Qingqiu was once again in awe of this composure.
Shen Jiu steadied himself and tentatively beckoned with his finger. The shocking, blood-stained sword on the ground slowly rose up.
Seeing the sharp sword flying towards him, Shen Jiu's face lit up with a strange excitement, and he gripped it tightly!
He brandished his sword, then strode out of the study, weapon in hand. Shen Qingqiu stood there for only a moment before the system message arrived: [Friendly Reminder: Please lock onto the target to fill in the plot holes. It is recommended to maintain a distance of no more than 10 meters to ensure complete plot collection!]
So, failing to keep up with the target for filling the hole will result in missing scoring points? Shen Qingqiu hurriedly followed, not daring to fall behind even a step. Shen Jiu had just turned a corner when he bumped into two burly servants. With a flick of his arm, a cold light flashed, and both of their fat, greasy necks were slashed off simultaneously, blood gushing out like a fountain.
Shen Jiu killed almost anyone he saw, growing more and more enthusiastic with each kill, his sinister smile widening. Screams echoed all along the way as he swiftly and decisively slaughtered about ten people. Shen Qingqiu was watching with trepidation when suddenly a scream came from behind him.
Qiu Haitang stood at the end of the corridor, staring blankly in this direction. Shen Jiu, covered in blood and looking like a living ghost, was pulling a sword from the neck of a servant.
Qiu Haitang's bright face twitched a few times, her eyes rolled back, and she lay down in a pool of blood.
It seems this girl has always been prone to fainting at crucial moments!
Perhaps seeing the begonia calmed him down a bit, and Shen Jiu lowered his grip on the sword. He pondered for a moment, then walked towards the kitchen.
Shen Qingqiu noticed that he only killed men, never a single woman, clearly distinguishing between genders, and his hatred was extremely obvious. The maids and servants hid in the corner of the kitchen, too afraid to come out, and he didn't bother to silence them.
Soon after, a fire broke out. The dark clouds in the night sky above Qiu Mansion were reflected as red as molten lava from hell.
Shen Jiu dragged Qiu Haitang's body to a bush outside, and a person appeared silently behind them. He turned around, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Senior."
This "senior" must be the expert who held a trial in the city, which aroused Shen Jiu's rebellious heart.
The other party sneered, "Not going to kill them all?"
Shen Jiu remained silent for a moment, then said, "The person I wanted to kill is already dead."
The man said, “Actually, what your brother said is not wrong in one respect. You are indeed talented, but you have already missed the best age for cultivation, and your physique has been damaged. You should be able to achieve something in the future, but it is impossible for you to go to a higher level and truly reach the top.”
Since this person heard Young Master Qiu's words, it means he witnessed the entire tragedy from beginning to end. Yet, he showed no intention of intervening, choosing instead to remain a bystander. It seems this "senior" is not a gentle character after all. If Shen Jiu really goes with him, she probably won't be taking the proper, straightforward path.
That being said, Shen Qingqiu originally thought that being able to form a core in a dozen years was powerful enough. So, it turns out that his body's aptitude could have been even more amazing!
Shen Jiu said coldly, "That beast isn't my brother. Now that things have come to this, do I have any other choice?"
The man clicked his tongue in regret, saying, "If it had been a few years earlier, things would have been very different..."
The veins on the back of Shen Jiu's hand, which was gripping the sword, bulged out.
The man had already turned around and saw that Chen Jiu was still standing at the entrance of the Qiu residence. He asked, "Aren't you leaving? Who are you waiting for?"
This "waiting for whom" should just be a casual rhetorical question and a urging.
Shen Jiu turned back to look at the towering flames of the Qiu Mansion, his pupils seemingly burning as well.
The surviving servants of the Qiu family scrambled out of the house. Amidst the wailing, only his pale figure stood tall before the gate, the reddish-yellow flames on his body flickering and dancing wildly.
The fire at Qiu Mansion burned ever brighter, and the beams collapsed. Shen Jiu's face, covered in soot, seemed to have been washed away with a light-colored mark.
He threw the sword forcefully into a sea of fire, and then turned around.
"I'm not waiting anymore."
Shen Qingqiu knew it.
The boy who promised to come back to save him never did.
Isn't that obvious?
That's a flag! Making solemn promises like "I will definitely come back" or "I'll be back soon" are definitely flags!
The person who said that will definitely never be seen again!
Especially since these two kids are thinking too optimistically and too naively.
Is it true that if you seek out masters one by one, you're guaranteed to find one who will accept you? Absolutely not!
Even if he successfully becomes an apprentice, after a few years, when he has truly mastered his skills, seen a wider world, and has more things to worry about, he may not be willing to come back to find his childhood playmate.
Add to that the unpredictable nature of the martial world and the possibility of various unexpected disasters, and the probability that this young man can really come back to rescue Shen Jiu is less than 5%.
However, after filling in the gaps to this extent, Shen Qingqiu finally understood what Xiang Tian Dafei meant.
No wonder he directly cut the character's backstory, turning "Shen Qingqiu" into a stereotypical, despicable character.
If you were to write this type of character exactly as originally conceived, it would be a thankless and arduous task!
You can call him a scumbag, but he's also pitiful; you can see he's pitiful, but he's undeniably ruthless. Characters who are both scumbags and pitiful are often a feast for the eyes.
Qiu Haitang was even more innocent. The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. She did nothing wrong in the whole affair, yet hatred transformed a naive young girl into a scheming, bitter, and resentful woman. Her death in the Holy Tomb was even more unjust. The ending was less happy than in the original harem novel.
If only I could have lent her a hand back then.
As Shen Qingqiu was sighing, the screen suddenly started flashing black and white static, like an old television. The scenes and faces were distorted beyond recognition, and the sounds were incessant, like alien language.
System notification: [Memory incompleteness, 5% loss of data integrity; 7% loss of data integrity; 9% loss of data integrity...]
The memory gap is widening!
As the percentage loss increased, Shen Qingqiu frantically slammed his hands on the system notification box, just like when he was a kid "fixing" TVs, shouting as he slammed the box: "Frequency! Amplitude! Specializes in fixing bad signals and bad connections!"
After clapping dozens of times, it actually had a miraculous effect. When the data integrity was reduced to 10%, the notification sound finally stopped.
The snow in the image suddenly disappeared, and everything became clear.
Shen Qingqiu breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his hand, and stepped back. Before he could even regain his footing, his eyes widened in shock.
A few steps in front of him, a small boy was squatting.
With a few gray marks on his fair face, a jade Guanyin pendant hanging from a red string around his neck, and a small tattered cloth bundle tied to his back, he was diligently digging a hole in the ground.
Shen Qingqiu blurted out, "Luo Binghe?"
Xiao Luo Binghe didn't hear him and continued to dig the hole and fill it with soil.
Looking around, in a wide valley, hundreds of people of different ages and genders, dressed in miscellaneous clothes, were all working hard in unison... digging holes.
A sudden inspiration struck Shen Qingqiu, and he looked up.
Sure enough, above the valley, there was a steep rock with two people standing on it.
One man, dressed in dark black robes, exuded composure and focused intently on the hundred people in the valley below. Another man, a long sword at his waist, slowly turned a folding fan between his fingers, his green robes rippling like green water in the breeze. He tilted his head slightly upwards, his eyes darting downwards, displaying an indifferent attitude towards the ants below.
It was Yue Qingyuan and "Shen Qingqiu".
This is the scene of Luo Binghe's mountain entry trial when he became a disciple of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect.
Yes, you read that right, the trial questions are designed to trap you!
Although the author explained in many paragraphs and digressions that digging holes is not just about digging holes, but a test of the digger's endurance, speed, perseverance, spiritual power operation, and even character through a seemingly simple movement, Shen Qingqiu did not remember a single reason.
In his mind, no matter how many explanations he offered, it was just digging a hole for him!
At this time, Shen Jiu should have already taken up the position of Peak Master of Qingjing Peak.
The rules of the Azure Sky Mountain Sect are as follows: the twelve peak masters advance and retreat together, taking office and retiring together. They hold ceremonies together, and when they retire, they go into seclusion in groups. Even if a peak master unfortunately dies during his term, his position will simply become vacant.
During the five years that Shen Qingqiu faked his death, the position of peak leader of Qingjing Peak remained vacant. Therefore, there was no situation where peak leaders of different generations worked together.
Although special circumstances can be troublesome, the advantage lies in the absence of a generation gap, and the cohesion and emotional bond between the leaders are particularly strong.
Thinking of this, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but jump to another rule.
After each peak master confirms their chief disciple, they rename the disciple according to their generational naming conventions to highlight their distinguished status. There are so many names in the world with the character "Qing" in them, yet Chen Jiu was assigned the character "Qiu"—truly the malice of the world.
Shen Jiu hated the word "Qiu" to the core, yet he was given this name; how could he not be heartbroken? Even Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but feel sorry for 30S. No wonder the original wasn't very respectful or grateful to the previous Qingjing Peak Master.
It is said that cultivators should avoid having multiple masters. Since Shen Jiu wanted to become a disciple of Cang Qiong Mountain, keeping the master who originally took him out of Qiu Mansion would probably cause a lot of trouble, so he had no choice but to "die a violent death".
This also suggests that the original product isn't exactly grateful.
On the rock, the two seemed to be talking. Shen Qingqiu glanced at Xiao Luo Binghe, who was engrossed in his work, patted his head lightly, leaped onto the rock, and stood beside the two to listen to their conversation.
Yue Qingyuan said, "There seem to be even more people this year than in previous years."
Shen Jiu narrowed his eyes, his face expressionless, and with a slight movement of two fingers, the folding fan in his hand opened and closed slightly.
A man walked up from the side and bowed to Yue Qingyuan: "Senior Brother Sect Leader."
This person completely ignored Shen Jiu, who was standing to the side with resentment practically overflowing from his eyes.
Such talent, who else could it be but Liu Juju!
At this time, Liu Qingge had only officially taken the position of Hundred Battles Peak for a few years. His facial features still showed some immaturity, but his sharp aura was particularly obvious. His demeanor exuded the spirit of a young man.
Yue Qingyuan said, "Junior Brother Liu, you've come at the right time. Why don't you take a look and see which one is better?"
Liu Qingge glanced at him and said, "He has the best talent."
Shen Qingqiu nodded in satisfaction. Liu Juju's judgment was indeed excellent; he was pointing to Luo Binghe, who was diligently digging a pit with his back to the three of them.
Yue Qingyuan asked, "Junior Brother Liu, would you like some?"
Liu Qingge said, "What's meant to come will come."
Hundred Battles Peak has always operated on the principle of: come or don't come; if you do come, be prepared to be beaten. Those disciples who don't actively seek out beatings and humiliation but instead wait for others to choose them are those with no fighting ability and no future!
Shen Jiu said calmly, "Good talent doesn't guarantee success."
Liu Qingge didn't even bother to glance at him, saying, "Compared to those who only formally started learning at sixteen, their achievements must be much higher."
...These two really didn't get along before. Liu Qingge, who doesn't like to talk much, actually managed to say twenty words just to mock Chen Jiu!
It's a miracle that Liu Qingge and I have a pretty good relationship now.
Yue Qingyuan rebuked, "Junior Brother Liu."
Liu Qingge ignored the lecture and turned to leave, saying, "I'm going to practice my sword."
He left without a word, as swift as the wind. Shen Jiu stood frozen in place, trembling with anger at his words, her fan creased with a cracking sound from her grip. Yue Qingyuan said gently, "Junior Brother Liu just doesn't know how to speak properly, as you've always known. Please don't take it to heart."
Shen Jiu snorted, his tone sarcastic, and just as he was about to say something, Ning Yingying climbed up.
She hugged Shen Jiu's waist tightly and cried out, "Master, Master, can Yingying have a junior sister or junior brother?"
When Shen Jiu saw her, his expression softened, and he said, "You want junior brothers and sisters?"
Ning Yingying nodded repeatedly. Shen Jiu raised his head and waved his fan.
He suddenly said, "I want that child."
He was staring at Luo Binghe, and Yue Qingyuan was taken aback.
The original disciple's past misdeeds in dealing with talented apprentices are probably already well-known throughout the sect. Now that he's asking Yue Qingyuan for promising talents again, it's really... something that needs careful consideration.
Seeing that Yue Qingyuan hesitated and did not answer, Shen Jiu coldly repeated: "I want him."
Speaking to the sect leader like that? Are you asking for a beating?!
To everyone's surprise, Yue Qingyuan slowly nodded and actually agreed: "Okay."
Shen Qingqiu was utterly speechless.
Yue Qingyuan can actually tolerate him... I'm so drunk!
How did this body manage to survive unscathed until today?!
And then there's Liu Juju. So it turns out, Shen Jiu's insistence on getting Luo Binghe into his hands was all your fault!
Ning Yingying cheered and ran down the rock to the crowd at the bottom of the valley to pull up the Luo Ice River.
This is the opening scene in the original novel where Luo Binghe becomes Shen Qingqiu's disciple!
However, since it's from the male protagonist's perspective, the author of "Flying to the Sky" didn't write about the undercurrents between these three peak masters. Instead, he started writing directly from the scene where the fragrant little loli pulls Luo Binghe away.
I believe that every reader who read that passage, like Shen Yuan at the time, thought it was the beginning of the male protagonist's life of endless good luck and romantic encounters.
Little did they know, this was just a tiny bit of sweetness before the real-life child abuse!
Shen Qingqiu knew what awaited Luo Binghe next.
But all he could do was worry. He really wanted to tell him, "Don't go!!!"
Luo Binghe followed Ning Yingying to the bamboo hut on Qingjing Peak. Shen Jiu sat in the seat that Shen Qingqiu usually sat in, holding a teacup and scraping the tea leaves by himself.
He sent the chattering Ning Yingying away early. Ming Fan stood by and spoke on his behalf: "Starting today, you will stay at Qingjing Peak."
A blush of surprise spread across Xiao Luo Binghe's face. He knelt down respectfully and bowed, his clear voice ringing out, "Disciple Luo Binghe greets Master!"
Shen Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth and finally moved the teacup away from his chin.
He asked slowly and deliberately, "Why did you come to the Azure Sky Mountain Sect?"
Luo Binghe said shyly, "This disciple admires the demeanor of the immortal masters on the immortal mountain. If I could become their disciple, I would achieve great things, and my mother's spirit in heaven would find peace."
Shen Qingqiu knew that this was the answer he had thought about countless times on his way here.
Shen Jiu said "Oh," and then asked, "Do you have a mother at home?"
He asked, seemingly casually, "How is Mother?"
Luo Binghe said earnestly, "My mother is the best person to me in this world."
Shen Jiu's face twitched, and he raised his hand to tell him to stop.
He looked Luo Binghe up and down and said, "Indeed, this is the most suitable age for cultivation."
Shen Qingqiu could discern three words from the original's face.
Jealousy, jealousy, and more jealousy.
She was jealous that Luo Binghe had "the best mother in the world," jealous of Luo Binghe's talent, and jealous that Luo Binghe joined the Cangqiong Mountain Sect at the most suitable age.
He's the kind of person who gets jealous of a little kid.
Shen Jiu stood up and walked step by step toward Luo Binghe.
Shen Qingqiu instinctively tried to block him, but how could she possibly stop him?
Luo Binghe looked up at the Qingjing Peak Master who was walking towards him, as if gazing up at a god.
Unexpectedly, the god walked past him without even glancing at him, and casually poured the teacup in his hand, lid and all, over him.
The tea wasn't freshly brewed; it was only about 70% hot, yet Luo Binghe was still completely stunned.
Mingfan followed Shen Jiu, who walked out of the bamboo hut with his hands behind his back, and turned back to scold, "Kneel properly! Master won't let you get up. If you dare to get up, be careful, or I'll hang you up and beat you!"
...Shen Qingqiu realized for the first time that Mingfan's talent for courting death and becoming cannon fodder was truly off the charts!
Luo Binghe had just become an apprentice and was filled with joy and gratitude when suddenly, for no apparent reason, a bucket of ice water was poured over him, chilling him to the bone.
He knelt there, motionless, his eyes unblinking.
Silently, two tears rolled down her cheeks.
This was the first time Luo Binghe had cried since his adoptive mother's death, and also the last time he cried at the Cangqiong Mountain Sect.
From then on, no matter how much he suffered, no matter how much the original woman abused him to vent her twisted emotions, Luo Binghe never cried again.
Shen Qingqiu squatted in front of him, but when she raised her sleeve, it passed right through him. She couldn't touch him, couldn't hug him, and couldn't even wipe away his tears. She felt so miserable and heartbroken.
Knowing that Luo Binghe couldn't hear him, he still said, "Don't cry anymore."
Luo Binghe stared at his knees, his fists slowly clenching on his legs, tears streaming down his face, dripping onto his clothes.
Shen Qingqiu wiped his cheeks in vain, coaxing, "Shizun will never hit you again. Don't cry."
Luo Binghe raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, picked up the teacup on the ground, put it aside, clenched the jade pendant in his heart, and straightened his kneeling posture.
Shen Qingqiu knew what he was thinking at that moment.
I must have done something wrong to anger the peak master, and that's why he needs to be taught a lesson. Kneeling before my master is only right.
Upon seeing him do this again, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but face him, kneel down, and reach out to tightly embrace Luo Binghe's small body in his empty embrace.
When I opened my eyes again, the snow-white bed curtains and the four corner tassels filled my entire field of vision.
Suddenly seeing the different scene, Shen Qingqiu was caught off guard and remained motionless.
Yue Qingyuan's voice came from the side: "Awake?"
Shen Qingqiu blinked mechanically a few more times, his throat a little dry, and managed to say, "Senior Brother."
Yue Qingyuan sat on the edge of the bed, looked at him for a while, and said, "You keep calling Luo Binghe's name."
Shen Qingqiu: "...Oh."
Yue Qingyuan: "Crying and shouting at the same time."
Shen Qingqiu wiped his face and then realized that, in addition to cold sweat, his face was covered in tears.
Damn, tears are really infectious.
"..." He said guiltily, "Senior brother, please let me explain..."
Explain what?!
What can it explain?
What reason could make the fact that "Master Shen cried and called out his disciple's name in his dream" sound convincing?
Seeing that he couldn't speak, Yue Qingyuan sighed and said, "Never mind. It's good that you're awake. There's no need to explain."
Shen Qingqiu sat up awkwardly. Suddenly, the scene seemed somewhat familiar.
Speaking of which, when he first woke up in this world, it was Yue Qingyuan who was by his bedside.
Yue Qingyuan observed his complexion and said, "You've slept for five days. Do you want to continue sleeping?"
I slept for five days!
Shen Qingqiu nearly collapsed on the spot.
Why didn't you just sleep until Tianlang-jun and the others attacked?
You're like a pig, what's the point of waking up!
System: [Project "Chenjiu" (Sinking Nine) is 70% complete]
Only 70% complete!
Wait a minute, if we exclude the 10% where incomplete information is due to memory loss, what about the remaining 20%? Where did it go?!
There was no time to think about it anymore. Shen Qingqiu grabbed Yue Qingyuan and said, "Senior brother, the first day of snowfall, in Luochuan!"
Realizing he was too excited and rambling, he composed himself, adopted a calm and serious expression, and said, "What I mean is that Tianlang Jun is very likely to use the Heart Demon Sword to open the entrance between the two realms at this time and place, and begin the merging."
Yue Qingyuan: "How did you know?"
Shen Qingqiu got stuck again.
Can he say that this time and place is the most suitable because it was written in the original work?
Shen Qingqiu: "...I spent some time under Tianlang Jun's command."
Yue Qingyuan: "So he just told you directly?"
Since the incident was sudden, Shen Qingqiu couldn't find a reason for the moment, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Senior brother, you must believe me."
Yue Qingyuan looked at him for a long time, closed his eyes for a while, stood up, and said gently, "You should rest first. You can leave this matter to the other disciples."
Rest. Does it mean sleeping?
I've been sleeping for five days straight!
If a Golden Core cultivator still needs to sleep for so many days, it would be laughable if the novel were to tell the same story!
No sooner had Yue Qingyuan left than Shen Qingqiu rolled off the bed and frantically searched for his outer robe.
As he was wandering around aimlessly, someone suddenly approached from behind and covered his eyes with a hand.
Shen Qingqiu instinctively lashed out with his elbow, shouting, "Who!"
Who else could be so bold as to play these silly tricks with him?
His elbow was caught firmly, and a familiar voice said in his ear, "Master, why don't you guess?"
They've already started speaking and calling him "Master," so what's the point of guessing?
Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes, and the person behind him suddenly grabbed his waist and rolled him onto the bamboo couch next to him.
The weight of the two people made the bamboo branches creak. The obstruction in front of them moved aside, and sure enough, it was Luo Binghe.
He covered Shen Qingqiu's mouth with his hand and said, "Don't blink. Master's eyelashes are so long, they're making my hands and my heart itch."
You have the longest eyelashes!
Shen Qingqiu blinked dozens of times to show his anger. Luo Binghe smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the eyelid.
He said, "Don't shout. If we are discovered on Qingjing Peak, Master's reputation over the years will be ruined."
hehe.
What reputation does it have left? It's practically ruined already.
Luo Binghe followed Shen Qingqiu's gaze, kissing his way down the path, and said, "I said I would come to pick you up. It's been so many days since we last met, did Shizun miss me?"
According to Shen Qingqiu's standard answer, she should first knee him in the stomach to kick the traitor off the bed, then elegantly tidy herself up, and finally reply with a cold and noble "I don't want to."
But for some reason, when she thought of the image of Luo Binghe kneeling alone in the bamboo hut, silently tidying up the teacups on the ground, she couldn't lift her legs.
Shen Qingqiu's breath trembled as if he were in Luo Binghe's palm.
He closed his eyes and nodded.
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