Chapter 41 Escape 2.0

Can't attack!

Shen Qingqiu's first reaction was to put his hand on the Xiu Ya sword, but he reacted immediately and couldn't attack!

This was what he had taught Luo Binghe before. Within the range of the Nightmare Demon's barrier, attacking the "person" in the dream was actually attacking one's own mind.

Shen Qingqiu's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He actually didn't realize when he entered the barrier. He was running away, so he couldn't fall asleep on the side of the road while running, right?

Although, people don’t remember when and how a dream begins.

A childish voice came from behind: "Master."

The voice sounded so soft and lovely just now, but now it sounds so eerie.

The young Luo Binghe was behind him, and said quietly: "Why don't you want me anymore?"

Shen Qingqiu decisively left without looking back!

Although these faceless men were looking at him, no, it cannot be said that they were looking, because they had no eyes at all, but their faces were facing Shen Qingqiu, and he could indeed feel countless gazes projected towards him.

Shen Qingqiu pretended not to see anything and rushed forward, slapping away anyone who got in his way. Suddenly, a hand intercepted his palm. Turning around, he saw that although the hand was slender, its power was terrifying, like an iron hoop.

The fourteen-year-old Luo Binghe held his wrist tightly, his face full of sadness except for the bruises that had not disappeared for many years. The pair of dark eyes stared at him, close at hand.

You come again!

Shen Qingqiu shook it off three times before he finally broke free, pushing away the crowd and continuing to run forward. The first time was when he was a child, the second time was when he was a teenager, and if there was an adult version, he really couldn't stand it! But this long street seemed to have no end, and he could never finish walking. After the stalls on both sides of the road, the faceless children playing, and the ghost-faced girls appeared for the second time, Shen Qingqiu finally confirmed that this street in the dream was a loop!

In other words, there is no way to move forward.

Since there is no way forward or backward, then find another way. Shen Qingqiu looked around and flashed to a tavern.

A large red lantern was hung high in front of the tavern, the red light was dim, but the wooden door was tightly closed. Shen Qingqiu opened the door and just as he walked in, the two wooden doors behind him suddenly slammed shut.

The room was dark, with a cold wind blowing through it. It didn't feel like being in a tavern, but more like walking into a cave.

Shen Qingqiu was not surprised. Dreams could not be guessed by common sense. Behind each door, it was possible that they could lead to any place.

At this moment, a strange sound came into my ears.

The sound was like that of a dying person with his lungs pierced, gasping for air with great difficulty and in great pain.

Also, it seems like there's more than one person!

Shen Qingqiu snapped his fingers, and a beam of fire shot out from his fingertips, shooting towards the place where the movement came from.

The firelight illuminated the entire scene in that place, and his pupils shrank to a tiny point in an instant.

Liu Qingge was holding the Chengluan Sword, turning the hilt upside down, and stabbing it into his chest.

His body was covered in blood, with large patches of shocking crimson, more than one wound, and blood gushing from the corners of his mouth. It looked like he had no idea how many times he had been stabbed with the sword, but his face looked like one of rage and madness. In short, he looked extremely excited, and it was obvious that he was already insane and possessed.

This scene was so terrifying under the dim flames that Shen Qingqiu forgot for a moment that he was still in a dream and rushed forward to seize the Luan Sword.

The sword had already pierced Liu Qingge's heart. Shen Qingqiu only touched it lightly, and blood spurted out on the spot, almost spraying his face. Seeing blood all over his eyes, Shen Qingqiu sobered up a little, took two steps back, but bumped into someone again.

He turned around suddenly and saw Yue Qingyuan lowering his head, looking at him.

Although she was looking at him, her eyes were empty and lifeless. From the throat to the chest, limbs, waist and abdomen... it was densely pierced with pitch-black arrows.

Thousands of arrows pierced his body.

Shen Qingqiu suddenly understood what these things were—this was how they would originally die!

This death should have been caused by him himself!

Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear it any longer. He would rather be surrounded by a group of faceless people outside than watch this kind of thing!

He retreated in the direction he came in, and he actually touched the wooden door. Shen Qingqiu was as if he had been pardoned, and kicked the door open and rushed out. This time, he was uneasy, and he stumbled and even looked a bit like a wolf. All the "people" on the street stared at him in deathly silence. When he was confused about where he was, Shen Qingqiu bumped into someone's chest.

The man immediately grabbed him and held him tightly in his arms. Shen Qingqiu was startled and immediately looked up.

This person was taller than him, with a slender figure, and was dressed in black clothes as dark as ink, with only his fair neck exposed. Above that, his face was covered by a hideous ghost mask.

Before Shen Qingqiu could say anything, a voice with a deep smile came from above.

"Master, be careful."

You don't even need to lift the mask to know whose face is behind it.

Shen Qingqiu struggled violently. The opponent didn't forcefully suppress him, so it wasn't difficult to break free. After retreating several steps and staying at a safe distance, Shen Qingqiu finally stabilized his body.

He asked, "Did you build this city?"

Luo Binghe slowly took off his mask.

The expression on his face seemed to be regretful that he could not continue playing the game of tag. He said, "Not bad. What do you think, Master?"

Shen Qingqiu nodded slowly, expressionless and said: "As expected of you, you are the direct disciple of the Dream Demon."

The illusion could be so detailed that it was probably not much different from the city that the nightmare had built to trap them.

Moreover, it grasped very accurately some of the things he feared deep in his heart.

Luo Binghe seemed to be in a good mood at first, but after hearing this, the smile on his lips faded and he said, "I am not a disciple of Meng Mo."

Shen Qingqiu: "Didn't you take him as your master?"

Luo Binghe held his breath for a while, then replied in a threatening tone: "No!"

Fine. If there is none, then there is none. Shen Qingqiu felt that there was no need to dwell on this issue.

Luo Binghe said: "Master, if you are willing to come back by yourself, everything is easy to discuss."

Shen Qingqiu asked: "Does this mean 'a lenient sentence'?"

Luo Binghe said: "As long as I don't dissolve the blood of the devil in your body, it will be in vain for you to escape anywhere."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Oh? Really?"

He smiled and said, "Now, why don't you come and arrest me yourself?"

Luo Binghe froze, and there seemed to be a flash of fire in his pupils.

Shen Qingqiu felt more confident when he saw him like this.

He said slowly: "Is there something wrong with your sword?"

God help me!

After Luo Binghe fell into the endless abyss, he found a miraculous sword forged by a demon sword master with all his life's efforts in the belly of an ancient giant beast.

This sword is called Heart Demon.

Just by listening to the name, you know it is something very dangerous, right? !

That's a must! The more powerful the spiritual weapon, the more difficult it is to control. The Heart Demon Sword has changed hands for hundreds of times since ancient times, and all of them are geniuses from various races. Even so, in the end, they could not escape the fate of dying under their own sword.

The sword of the inner demon will bite back at its owner. If you can make it surrender, it will be a sharp weapon in your hand; if one day you cannot control its violence, you will be nothing more than a blood sacrifice to the sword.

In the original novel, Luo Binghe first became restless and nearly got backlashed after entering the Demon Realm dungeon. Afterwards, in order to solve this problem, he opened up a 500-chapter side storyline and collected eight or nine girls.

But now, with the confusion of the plot, the backlash has also been brought forward!

The backlash of the Heart Demon Sword is definitely fun. No wonder he didn't chase after me. He was busy in seclusion and rescuing me. Of course, he couldn't catch him himself!

Who told you to shorten your leveling speed!!!

Shen Qingqiu was roaring in his heart when suddenly, Luo Binghe grabbed his shoulders and pulled hard.

Swish.

Why are you here again!!!

Tearing clothes again!!! Tearing clothes every time!!! Is this the only way you can humiliate people? ! ! It's so disappointing!!!

Luo Binghe's face was almost as dark as the bottom of a pot. He spoke each word as if he had chewed it into pieces before spitting it out: "Even if I can't come in person, Master, don't be too happy."

Shen Qingqiu became even more ferocious now, grabbing the remaining cloth and angrily said: "What are you doing?!" Then don't tear my clothes? !

System: [Fun +50.]

Pervert! Why do you feel so perverted!!!

Luo Binghe exerted force in his hands, and the white cloth pieces melted away, blowing away with the wind. He was still not satisfied, and pressed towards Shen Qingqiu.

As soon as Shen Qingqiu saw the look in his eyes, he felt that this might never end.

What's going on! It turns out that Luo Binghe is still a clothes-tearing maniac? !

Of course he couldn't just sit there and wait for death, but he couldn't really fight back either, so he could only use his moves without his spiritual power to symbolically resist. More than a dozen moves were pushed back and forth, swiftly and without exception. Luo Binghe could have clearly gained the upper hand, but he chose to patiently fight with him like a cat catching a mouse.

Shen Qingqiu's movements were fast enough, but for some reason, his well-aimed palm strikes were like hitting cotton. In Luo Binghe's eyes, it seemed as if he was always a beat slower. He could always avoid the attack by a hair's breadth and strike back in a polite manner. In addition, the system was annoying, and after each round, it would add a degree of satisfaction, ranging from 20, 30, to 50. It was like a devil's voice running through his head. After a few rounds, it was Shen Qingqiu's turn to be black-faced.

This is not a fight, it's not even a feeding move, it's just teasing!!!

Where are you hitting?! Are you kidding me?! Isn't the goal of a fight to knock the opponent down?!

Thinking this way, Shen Qingqiu accidentally used too much force and fell towards Luo Binghe.

Luo Binghe actually didn't even try to dodge, and let Shen Qingqiu hit him in the arms with a thud. He sounded smiling, and seemed to be in a good mood again: "This move was taught to me by my master himself. The force must be restrained and released, and the most important thing is to avoid an unstable lower body. Why did I forget it?"

At this moment, Shen Qingqiu's mind was filled with the words "little bastard".

Damn, he actually taught Luo Binghe this trick!

I still remember that Luo Binghe had just moved out of the woodshed. Although he relied on his extraordinary talent and had a set of fighting skills, except for the few slashes and jabs that every disciple knew, his moves beyond that were useless.

Shen Qingqiu watched him practice a set of sword techniques, palm techniques and footwork, and held his forehead for a long time. Luo Binghe waited anxiously beside him for comments.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear to hit him, and after a long while he managed to utter: "Very flexible."

In order to correct Luo Binghe's unbearable habit, he took great pains and gave him private guidance every day. He didn't know why. With Luo Binghe's intelligence and comprehension, he should have understood it immediately without him having to tell him a second time. But in reality, he was very stubborn. He would forget what he was told and always used too much force. He bumped into Shen Qingqiu's arms countless times, and Shen Qingqiu got angry after bumping into him.

Did you do this on purpose?! He couldn't help but slap Luo Binghe on the back of his head, and shouted: "Are you trying to stop the enemy? You are just throwing yourself into his arms!"

Luo Binghe, with a red face, then started to practice diligently, not daring to make any mistakes.

But today, Luo Binghe was the one who pointed out that his posture was wrong!

What kind of world is this!

Shen Qingqiu felt that his dignity as a teacher was challenged, but before he could fight back, Luo Binghe's hand slid down along the line of his spine.

Shen Qingqiu got goosebumps all over his back.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Luo Binghe!"

Barrage in my head: "Little bastard x3!"

System: [Fun +100! Congratulations! ]

Congratulations!

Luo Binghe pulled off another piece of white clothing and said, "I saw Master wearing this clothing and I felt very unhappy. It's better to tear it off."

This means that we won't stop until he's stripped naked, right?

Shen Qingqiu said: "If you dislike me, you don't have to be bothered by this dress. This belongs to Gong Yixiao."

Luo Binghe's face darkened: "Master is the one who really hates me. He even insisted on drawing a line between him and me over a piece of clothing."

It's unbelievable.

Why!!! Why are two grown men, one a villain and the other the hero, being surrounded by a bunch of faceless “people” and discussing a piece of clothing in a serious manner?!

Luo Binghe, are you the type who is sensitive about emotions? !

I have already cleaned and stacked them for you, what else do you want? You can't ask me to hand-wash them and return them to you personally, right? !

Shen Qingqiu's expression was unpredictable. Seeing this, Luo Binghe asked, "What are you thinking about, Master?"

He said coldly: "If it is Gong Yi Xiao, I advise the master not to think about him anymore."

Shen Qingqiu felt an ominous feeling when he heard this.

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