Chapter 49: The Door to a New World

“…”

Shen Qingqiu squatted on this familiar desolate wasteland and sighed deeply.

He said, "Why, why on earth, am I being dragged into this again?"

System: [Your current location: Luo Binghe's dreamland.]

Shen Qingqiu held his head: "I seem to have asked you this question a long time ago, but I still want to ask it again: It doesn't matter where this is, what's important is, why am I here?"

Well, he almost knew the reason.

When Luo Binghe's consciousness was unstable and turbulent, others would often be affected and drawn into his dreams which were as huge as a deep-sea whirlpool.

Or rather, he was fooled by his huge imagination. For details, please refer to the beginning of the Nightmare instance.

Shen Qingqiu had walked through the Nightmare Dungeon with him once. As the saying goes, the first time is strange, the second time is familiar. This is similar to the fact that after connecting to the wifi once, you don’t need to enter the password to connect automatically the second time.

The best solution that can be thought of at the moment is to find a place and wait for Luo Binghe to wake up on his own.

Shen Qingqiu stood up slowly and touched his face.

In the dream, I regained my original appearance. After getting used to it, I felt a little uncomfortable when I touched my face without a beard.

The bamboo forest rustles and the wind blows.

Shen Qingqiu didn't need to doubt at all, even if this place only showed a corner to him, he would know where it was.

Cangqiong Mountain, Qingjing Peak.

How could he not be familiar with the place where he had stayed the longest in his life?

There were also disciples walking in groups of two or three along the way. Shen Qingqiu would recognize their faces and the colors of their clothes.

Shen Qingqiu was an outside intruder, not on the same wavelength as these "people", staring at them like a ghost. Although the expressions of these disciples who often came and went were a little dull, they did have faces and noses, and Shen Qingqiu could call out many of them by name.

Even the Nightmare Demon couldn't support a huge barrier while ensuring that the creatures inside had facial features, but Luo Binghe had already done it. And it was so exquisite.

After exiting the small bamboo forest, you will see the quiet bamboo house.

Between the bamboo eaves of varying heights, spring water flows, reflecting the seven colors of sunlight, making a tinkling sound.

With the sound of light footsteps crushing fallen leaves, a young man of fifteen or sixteen in white clothes walked out.

The young man had fair skin and seemed to have been jogging all the way here. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and his cheeks were red. He was cute, with clear but not sharp lines at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and a youthful look came over his face.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but sigh: It's been a long time since I've seen such a fresh and sunny boy like Luo Binghe.

When he was training at Qingjing Peak, he liked to wear white clothes. But after the rebellion, the devil Luo Binghe only wore black clothes, which was almost completely the opposite of the past. This green onion-like fresh look was no longer seen.

He walked over, straightened his clothes, lowered his head and called out, "Master."

Shen Qingqiu knew that he couldn't see him, so the voice was certainly not calling him. He turned around slowly, and indeed saw a man in a green shirt standing in the shade of green leaves.

Whose face could it be if not Shen Qingqiu himself?

This "Shen Qingqiu" derived from the dream memory stood in a lush bamboo forest, his thin figure like a bamboo. His expression was calm and his aura was cool. Just by looking at him, he really had some otherworldly charm.

Now, as a bystander, Shen Qingqiu had to comment on it and he had to be convinced.

This pretentiousness has reached this level, it's so cool!

Luo Binghe was able to perfectly restore all the details, and he really deserves to be the disciple of the Dream Demon!

Shen Qingqiu, who seemed to be lost in thought in the bamboo forest, tilted his head and said, "Are you done running?"

Luo Binghe nodded and said, "Ten laps... finished."

Shen Qingqiu finally remembered which part this was.

The "ten laps" that Luo Binghe mentioned were running ten laps around the fence of Qingjing Peak. It was a task that Shen Qingqiu had personally assigned to him.

This is not him punishing the male protagonist out of malicious interest, but he is unable to tolerate it any longer.

Ever since he took over Luo Binghe, he thought that since he was a teacher, he should at least teach him something practical, so that if they fell out in the future, at least he would not blush before he even said the words "the affection between teacher and student, the grace of teaching".

The first step is to correct his messy movements and body movements.

As for the teaching results, I have already mentioned it a long time ago. The biggest result is that Luo Binghe has been in his arms for half a month.

Shen Qingqiu said: "Let's do it again. If you don't do it right this time, it won't just be ten laps."

Luo Binghe then obediently came again, so this time, Luo Binghe did not bump into him, but twisted his feet and directly hugged Shen Qingqiu's waist.

Shen Qingqiu: “…”

Luo Binghe said shyly: "Master, I am useless. After running ten laps, my legs are weak."

Shen Qingqiu sighed.

Luo Binghe said consciously: "Disciple knows. Twenty laps."

Shen Qingqiu said: "What are you doing? Go back to your room and rest."

He really didn't have the hobby of abusing children. He really gave up on himself at that time. Whatever happens, it's fine!

I won’t teach anymore. There’s no sense of accomplishment. I’ll throw the teaching materials away!

Luo Binghe didn't realize that he was being rejected, and said happily: "Thank you, Master! I will definitely make up for the twenty laps tomorrow. Is there anything you want to eat tonight?"

Shen Qingqiu wiped his forehead.

Luo Binghe back then... was such a fucking cutie!

Working hard, accepting beatings and scoldings, being ridden, kicked, and cooking... ahem, of course Shen Qingqiu had never done most of these things.

At the same time, he began to wonder.

In the dreamland that Luo Binghe created for himself, he would of course only choose the memories that he found beautiful. If the memories of Qingjing Peak could have a place, they should be related to Ning Yingying.

Why is this paragraph there?

Dreams can most directly reflect the truest side of people's hearts, without any falsehood or pretense.

Shen Qingqiu suddenly had a thought that he had never had before.

Although this seems a bit arrogant, but... maybe, perhaps, the status of this master-disciple relationship in Luo Binghe's heart is a little higher than Shen Qingqiu imagined.

However, Shen Qingqiu was certain of one thing:

Luo Binghe is definitely a masochist!

Who would put the memory of being punished to run ten or twenty laps into a dreamland?

Shen Qingqiu was just about to walk into the highly restored bamboo house when suddenly, he felt a chill creeping up his neck and felt a pair of cold and hot gazes fixed on him.

He turned his head sharply.

Luo Binghe, dressed in black, was folding his hands, leaning against a green bamboo, and staring at him.

Damn it, the deity!

Shen Qingqiu's first reaction was not to run away, but to stay where he was and adjust his facial expression to be as natural as possible.

This barrier is Luo Binghe's home turf, no matter how fast you run, it's useless. "Running" can't solve the problem at all.

The cold and hot gaze just now was not an illusion, nor was it a mischaracterization. Luo Binghe's eyes were really like ice and fire, cold and hot, firmly locked on him.

Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and looked him in the eye.

After a while, Luo Binghe was the first to sigh.

He murmured, "It's good to be able to dream."

Hearing this, Shen Qingqiu calmed down temporarily.

He was so brave that he actually won the bet. Luo Binghe was in a trance at the moment, and really regarded him as a dream product created by himself.

Shen Qingqiu saw him leaning against a bamboo, staring at himself blankly, all alone. Thinking of how he sat on the first seat during the day, and comparing it to the scene in the original novel where he was surrounded by flowers and had a hundred responses, he couldn't help but feel a little pity.

He doesn't even have a wife who cares about him. How miserable.

The protagonist of a stud novel has fallen to this state. No man can bear to watch it.

Luo Binghe said: "Master, please talk to me."

Shen Qingqiu was now filled with sympathy for the male protagonist's unfortunate experience, and said with a cheerful face: "Okay."

Unexpectedly, when he opened his mouth to speak, Luo Binghe was stunned. He stood up straight all of a sudden, looking a little bit unbelievable.

Oops.

Is the inferred reaction wrong?

But since the performance has already begun, it must be performed to the end. Shen Qingqiu smiled slightly and said: "Didn't you ask your master to talk to you?"

Yes, tell me quickly, and when you are done, get up and let me out...

Luo Binghe walked up, and Shen Qingqiu resisted the urge to keep a proper distance from him.

Luo Binghe was silent for a moment, and said: "In the past, Master would not even look at me, and would just walk away, not to mention talk to me... Am I thinking too much today?"

Shen Qingqiu's face was full of black lines.

Could it be that the "Shen Qingqiu" that Luo Binghe had imagined in the past were all indifferent, noble, and cold to him?

How masochistic is this?! It's beyond the sky!

Although I always feel that something is wrong, it is a bit sad to hear these words. Moreover, it seems that Luo Binghe's hatred towards him is not that deep.

Before Shen Qingqiu had time to think carefully, Luo Binghe had already approached him. His expression froze, and he thought, is this a little too close?

As soon as he lowered his head, Luo Binghe grabbed his left wrist with his left hand.

When he looked up again, his right wrist was also firmly grasped.

Then, Shen Qingqiu felt a flash before his eyes, and his cheeks seemed to be gently brushed by a feather.

There was a strange touch on my lips, soft and cool.

He just stared at Luo Binghe's dark eyes. His Adam's apple moved up and down with difficulty.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't.

Because my mouth was bitten.

Luo Binghe closed his eyes, his long black eyelashes casting a curved shadow on his cheeks. He looked very obedient, but his actions were completely different. He loosened his hand, and instead held onto Shen Qingqiu's waist, pressing him into his arms.

Shen Qingqiu was pressed against his chest, his whole body stiffened. His three views were constantly being destroyed and reshaped at the speed of light.

Although the two figures were not much different, Luo Binghe was able to hold him in one hand in an embrace.

What broke his broken state was a system prompt accompanied by a celebratory background music: [Fun level +500! Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! (Important things should be said three times)]

Shen Qingqiu roared: “Oh my god, oh my god——————!”

He finally understood why Luo Binghe hadn’t slept with a single girl, and hadn’t even seen a single shadow of the three thousand beauties in his harem, but his level of enjoyment had never been lowered!!!

Because he used himself to make up for the pleasure!!!

Shen Qingqiu, who suddenly understood the truth, was horrified and angry, and kicked!

Luo Binghe was kicked directly by him without any evasion or avoidance. He did not retreat a single step, looking angry and aggrieved. He asked, "Is it not possible to even dream?"

What are you feeling wronged for?!?!

Wake up! Even though this is just a dream, labor capital is not created by you!!!

It’s not okay to wake him up with a slap, and it’s not okay to let him continue to be confused!!!

This is the true meaning of death on both sides!!!

Before Shen Qingqiu could continue to roar something to calm his emotions, he was caught off guard and his back bumped into Qingzhu, and Luo Binghe pressed him down. Luo Binghe lowered his head and pressed down again.

This time it wasn't a soft kiss, it was like she was literally biting him!

Shen Qingqiu had been kissed before, but this was the first time he felt the terrifying feeling that the other person might go crazy and bite off his upper and lower lips at any time. In between his chaotic breathing, Luo Binghe whispered, "Master, I was wrong..."

Do you look like you know you're wrong?!

He was wrong, really wrong, totally wrong!

What does it mean that there is no smoke without fire?!

The gossips in the underworld are all based on science. Every gossiper was a broken-winged angel in his previous life who can see the essence through the phenomenon!

He didn't raise the male protagonist to be x-cold, nor is it a question of whether he is a masochist or not! The truth is more terrifying than these, he raised the male protagonist to be a gay ah ...

No wonder he doesn’t want a heroine!!!

Women can no longer arouse his interest and are not tied to his pleasure!!!

Crazy!!!

Shen Qingqiu was considering whether to self-destruct again, when suddenly, Luo Binghe let him go.

He looked at the swirling cloud-like sky above his head and said grimly, "Damn it."

Damn, is he talking about Shen Qingqiu who was aiming at his vital parts and preparing to kick him this time?

Before he could implement this self-defense plan, the scene and the figures in front of him instantly dissipated and turned into thousands of fragments. At the same time, Shen Qingqiu jumped up from the roof of the main hall of Huanhua Palace.

This is the real world.

Shen Qingqiu breathed heavily for a while, and finally calmed his mind. Suddenly, he was startled to see flames bursting out from under the main hall and alarm bells ringing.

He stuck his head out, his clothes fluttering in the night wind. Looking down from above, he saw countless disciples of the Huanhua Palace pouring in from all directions.

"Someone is invading!"

Shen Qingqiu was overjoyed. Invasion was the best. He could escape while the chaos was going on. No matter what kind of demon blood he had, it was not as important as moral integrity! Let's go first, bye!

As a result, before he took two steps, he heard someone shouting:

"He went to Huanhua Pavilion. It was Liu Qingge! The master of Baizhan Peak is here again!"

Shen Qingqiu's feet slipped and he immediately turned around and went back.

Damn it! Liu Qingge had come at this time. He couldn't just leave him to the completely broken Luo Binghe, right?

Huanhua Pavilion was the place where successive palace masters practiced and rested, and it was not far from here. Shen Qingqiu jumped off the roof in two or three steps and followed the main force.

Before he even stepped into the Flower Palace, he felt a chill coming from inside. A deafening roar came from inside.

"Get lost!"

A group of disciples who heard the alarm bell and had no idea what was going on rushed in, and dozens of people in the front row were blown away by an extremely powerful gust of wind.

Shen Qingqiu was among the crowd behind him, and just dodged the attack. He picked a good position and slipped in. As soon as he entered the door, he was frozen to the point of getting goosebumps.

The entire Huanhua Pavilion turned into a huge ice cave. Stepping in was like stepping into a world of ice and snow. Shen Qingqiu's sleeves and robes were filled with cold wind, and the cold sweat on his vest and forehead quickly froze into thin ice. One could imagine how cold the room was.

Not only was the temperature extremely low, but the walls on all four sides were sealed tightly, the doors and windows were airtight, and it was cold and dark. If the intruder hadn't forcibly broken a large hole in it, it would have been like an ice coffin.

The altar in the center of the room was half-covered by a curtain, and several black and white coats were piled in a mess beside the altar.

Luo Binghe was only wearing a shirt, and looked like he had just gotten out of bed. His clothes were disheveled, his collar was crooked, his black hair was loose, his face was unusually pale, but his lips were bright red, and there were two cold lights flashing in his eyes, which made him look ghostly. His sharp edge was exposed, and he was ready for battle.

Seven steps in front of him, the bones of Liu Qingge's sword-holding hand were bulging, and his entire face was iron blue.

Liu Qingge stared at Luo Binghe who was sitting beside the altar and said word by word: "You bastard."

With every word he spoke, the murderous aura on the Chengluan Sword surged forth.

Shen Qingqiu watched both sides alertly, but as soon as he glanced at the direction where Liu Qingge's sword was pointing, he heard the last bit of his stubborn resistance being completely shattered in his mind.

Luo Binghe placed his right hand on the Heart Demon Sword that he never left. The snow-white sword was already halfway out of the sheath; in his left hand, he was still holding a person.

The body was lifeless, with its head drooping and its limbs weak but very soft. It was also wearing a thin undershirt, with the collar slipping below the shoulders, exposing half of its back, which was as pale as paper.

The author has something to say: The exam is even later, sorry!

Thanks to Jin gn for the mine combo, and Xi, orli, Xi, Roubaozi, Yelian, Aliang, Yiyifengheju, Chestnut Fried Rice, Xiaopili, Guoxiaoyuan, Huinantian, Yingzi, Xiangye, and Sushifanchenjiwushuang gn for the mines. There are other gns that I threw but I don't know why they can't be refreshed... I'll study it later and add my thanks next time!

Finally, I let my apprentice eat something. It wasn't easy.

I'll say it first, it's actually very pure^_^ and doesn't contain any heavy content

I will reply to the comments later, thank you everyone!