Chapter 27 Tutorial: The correct posture for the villain to kick the hero 3

Shen Qingqiu was so shocked by this straightforward style that he was speechless, and then he saw Mo Beijun turn around and leave!

Complete the task and leave... This NPC is really clean and simple, without any drag... He comes from the darkness and leaves from the darkness. He comes and leaves inexplicably. But he is an inexplicable character. Wherever Luo Binghe needs him, he will appear without any logic, so this arrangement is not too forced.

The only thing that Shen Qingqiu will face next is a very important hurdle.

After a fierce battle, Luo Binghe half-knelt in the ruins. His eyes were blank, but he seemed ready to tear everything apart at any time. Imagine that his head was now like twelve volcanoes that had been dormant for many years erupting at the same time, and his blood vessels were full of magma. Just thinking about it was painful, and even Shen Qingqiu seemed to feel a little pain.

The system issued an unprecedented sharp prompt:

[Warning! The key mission: The Infinite Abyss and Endless Hatred is now officially open! If you fail to complete it, the protagonist's happiness level will be -20,000! ]

Wait a moment.

When I confirmed with you the day before yesterday, didn’t I tell you it was 10,000?

It's doubled in just a few days?

The system is fucking blown up!

Shen Qingqiu's own injuries had not healed yet, so he walked tremblingly to the side of Luo Binghe, who was still in a semi-crazy state, and slapped him on the back several times, injecting some of the remaining spiritual energy into his body.

Do you think it's so simple and it will work?

Not only did Luo Binghe not wake up, the evil spirit in his body rebounded, forcing Shen Qingqiu to spit out a mouthful of blood that he had been holding back for a long time.

Only then did Luo Binghe regain consciousness.

Master... in front of him...

...blood...hurt?

He slowly emerged from the chaotic state and was able to spell out some vague words. The familiar face also gradually became clear.

Shen Qingqiu saw that his eyes had finally become clearer and wiped the blood from his mouth.

He asked calmly, "Awake?"

After a pause, he continued, "When you wake up, we can have a good talk."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Luo Binghe, tell me the truth, how long have you been practicing the evil magic of the demon race?"

As soon as these words came out, Luo Binghe seemed to fall suddenly from a suffocating height into a bone-chilling cold pond, and there was no way he could wake up.

He looked at Shen Qingqiu's frosty face and his heart sank.

In the past, Shen Qingqiu would always call him Binghe instead of calling him by his name.

He whispered, "Master, I can explain."

Although Luo Binghe was still a teenager, he was always calm and composed, and mature beyond his years. But now he looked flustered, as if he was in a hurry to explain, but didn't know where to start. Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear to see the male protagonist fall to such a state. He couldn't bear it, so he opened his mouth and scolded, "Shut up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that he had not grasped the situation well and was too harsh. Luo Binghe seemed to be frightened by him, like a child who was slapped, confused, his dark eyes just stared at him blankly, and he really stopped talking obediently.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear to look him in the eye, and recited the lines dryly: "When did it start?"

"...two years ago."

Shen Qingqiu remained silent. He was thinking that this kid would answer every question, and he was really scared by his honesty. However, he didn't know that Luo Binghe automatically interpreted his silence as "Very good. You evil disciple, you actually kept it a secret from me for so long!"

Shen Qingqiu said softly: "Two years, no wonder you have made such rapid progress. Luo Binghe, you are worthy of being Luo Binghe. You are indeed gifted."

In fact, this sentence is really a pure sigh from the heart. After all, as the male protagonist, he is indeed gifted... If you have to say what it means, it is that it means a little bit of envy.

But to Luo Binghe, the meaning was completely different.

He knelt down in front of Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu cried in fear. F*ck, you kneeled down to me the first day I saw you, why do you kneel down to me again today?! A man’s knees are gold, and the hero died after kneeling down. I really can’t bear it! He waved his sleeves and shouted, “Don’t kneel down to me!”

Luo Binghe was forced back several steps by the strong wind from his sleeves, becoming more and more at a loss.

Don’t I even have the qualifications to kneel down and ask for forgiveness before my Master?

He murmured, "But Master, you said that people can be good or bad, and demons can be good or evil."

Did I say that? Shen Qingqiu thought about it seriously.

As if he actually said that!

Wouldn't it be a bit shameless to turn against him now and deny it?

"You are not an ordinary demon." Shen Qingqiu narrated in a flat tone: "You are an ancient demon. This clan has caused countless killings in the human world. All sins are caused by them. No matter what, you can't be compared with other demons."

Hearing Shen Qingqiu say this in person, shattering his hopes, Luo Binghe's eyes turned red.

He trembled and said, "But you said so."

I have said so many things. I even wrote hundreds of floors of bright red words saying that I would expel Shen Qingqiu!

...not funny at all.

Shen Qingqiu, who was always good at self-regulation and internal complaints, couldn't relax at all now.

He could only use that reason to brainwash himself again: the suffering and torture that Luo Binghe was going through now were all what he had to go through in order to be superior to everyone else in the future.

Shen Qingqiu raised his head suddenly, performed a sword technique, recalled the Xiu Ya sword, and held it upside down in his hand.

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the fine meridians emerged, faintly exerting force. Luo Binghe said in disbelief: "Master, are you really going to kill me?"

Shen Qingqiu's eyes went straight through his figure: "I don't want to kill you."

In Luo Binghe's memory, he had never seen Shen Qingqiu look at him with such a cold and resolute expression. Even when he first entered the Cangqiong Mountain Sect and was not well received by his master, his eyes never looked at him so empty, as if he ignored him.

He felt that the look in Shen Qingqiu's eyes as he looked down at him was no different from the way he used to look at those unforgivable monsters, without a trace of warmth.

Shen Qingqiu said: "It's just that what that person said just now is right. The human world is not a place where you can stay forever. You should go back to where you belong."

He took a step forward, and Luo Binghe took a step back, forcing the two of them to retreat to the front of the Infinite Abyss.

Looking back, one can see the demonic energy surging in the ravine, the countless spirits wailing, and thousands of deformed arms reaching out to the cracks in the human world above, thirsting for fresh flesh and blood. The deeper places are obscured by ominous black mist and scarlet eerie light.

Shen Qingqiu pointed his Xiu Ya sword diagonally towards the abyss and said, "Do you want to go down by yourself, or do you want me to do it for you?"

In fact, he selfishly hoped that Luo Binghe could go down by himself. Although this was too cruel for him, it was better than being beaten down by Shen Qingqiu himself.

But Luo Binghe still didn't give up.

He just couldn't believe that his master, who was so kind to him, would actually push him down.

Even though the Xiuya sword pierced his chest, he still held on to the last glimmer of hope.

Shen Qingqiu didn't mean to stab him. Really. He just wanted to scare him by swinging his sword. Luo Binghe stepped back to avoid it, and naturally fell. But he didn't expect Luo Binghe to just stand there silently and receive the sword head-on.

Dead. Originally it was just a kick, but now there is a revenge of a sword!

Luo Binghe held the sword blade with his backhand, but he didn't use force, just held it lightly, which meant that if Shen Qingqiu wanted to use force, the Xiu Ya sword could continue to pierce in until it penetrated his chest.

Luo Binghe's throat trembled slightly, and he said nothing. Although the tip of the sword had not yet pierced his heart, Shen Qingqiu seemed to feel the throbbing spread from the sword to the back of his hand, the entire arm, and even to his own heart.

Shen Qingqiu drew his sword back violently.

Because of his action, Luo Binghe's body swayed, but soon stabilized. Seeing that Shen Qingqiu did not kill him, his originally dim eyes faintly flickered again, like a dying spark in the ashes after burning.

And Shen Qingqiu was going to use his final blow to snuff out the last glimmer of light in his eyes.

He knew that Luo Binghe would never fight back.

He also knew that he would probably never forget the look of despair in Luo Binghe's eyes when he fell.

Slap it down with one palm!

By the time the leaders and monks of Cangqiong Mountain Sect, Huanhua Palace, Tianyi Temple and other sects had finished clearing out the monsters and rushed to the scene, the space at the tear in the Endless Abyss had already closed.

Shen Qingqiu had already treated the wounds of all the people who had fainted on the ground (except Shang Qinghua who pretended to be dead). He didn't care about his own injuries. His clothes were stained with blood. His face was expressionless and pale. He looked really shabby. Yue Qingyuan stepped forward to feel his pulse, frowned, and reprimanded him a few words, and asked the professional Mu Qingfang to come over to check. Each faction found their own people among the people lying on the ground, claimed them, and carried them away for further treatment.

Liu Qingge suddenly realized that someone was missing and asked, "Where is your disciple?"

Shen Qingqiu did not answer, but picked up the broken pieces of a long sword on the ground.

The disciples of Qingjing Peak hurried over. Mingfan, who was in the lead, took a look at the sword and hesitantly said, "Master, that sword is not..."

At first, he had been obsessed with the Zhengyang Sword on the Wanjian Peak for many years. After Luo Binghe pulled it out, he was so jealous that he cursed it for countless nights, so naturally he would not make a mistake.

Ning Yingying suddenly burst into tears: "Master, please don't scare me. Is this... is this A'luo's Zhengyang?"

People were whispering in the surroundings: "Zhengyang Sword?" "Are you talking about Master Shen Feng's beloved disciple Luo Binghe?" "The sword is still there, but the man is gone now. The sword is broken, where is the man?" "No way... cough cough."

Someone sighed: "If that's true, it's such a pity. Luo Shaoxia has already been at the top of the Immortal Alliance Gold List all this time." "God is jealous of talents, God is jealous of talents!"

Among these people, some are sighing, some are shocked, some are sad, and some are happy or miserable.

Ning Yingying burst into tears on the spot.

Although Ming Fan hated Luo Binghe, he never really wanted him to die. Moreover, thinking about how much his master loved him, now that this brat was dead and nothing was left, his master must be very sad and in a bad mood. The whole Qingjing Peak was filled with sorrow. The Xianshu Peak, led by Qi Qingqi and Liu Mingyan, was also moved.

Liu Qingge was not good at speaking, so he patted Shen Qingqiu on the shoulder and said, "You have lost your disciple, but you can still take in another one."

Although he knew that he was trying to comfort himself, Shen Qingqiu still wanted to give him a weak roll of the eyes. Those who didn't kick their closed disciple and male protagonist into the abyss of endless suffering were all talking without any pain in their backs!

Forget it. It's a done deal.

Shen Qingqiu said slowly: "Luo Binghe, a disciple of Qingjing Peak, was killed by the demons and died."