The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System Chapter 59: Melting ice

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After Luo Binghe was in a coma, the coercion lost his deterrent power, and the blind corpses who had just retracted into the darkness began to move again and hissed around.

Shen Qingqiu held the crooked Luo Binghe in one hand, holding the Xiuya sword in one hand, and threw it violently. The sword was unsheathed and fluttered. The first one punctured a dozen back and forth. However, Xueliang's sword blade is very reflective. The green light of the throat candle reflects on the sword body, becoming more and more dazzling. The blind corpse's ability to capture light is fast and the dodge is fast. The second time this trick does not work. Shen Qingqiu had just inserted the sword back to his waist, a few thin arms already stretched to the near, and even a gaze into the Luobing Glacier, he threw a crit with one palm, and took the irregular blind man The head burst into blossom.

However, although the crit is easy to use, it cannot always be used. The spiritual power is too large, and it will soon run out of food, and Shen Qingqiu is now back to the state of power of the two grids, and can no longer be as unaware as before. After hitting more than 20 rounds, he will be weak. The blind corpse pushed and shoved in the grave road. He had to fly one by one. Although these monsters were low-level, they could not finish playing. They also had to hold a drowsy Luo Binghe, and between them, they didn't hold fast. Luo Binghe hit his head again on the stone wall.

"Beep", it sounds especially painful. Shen Qingqiu guilty covered his back of the head with his hand, and touched it, always feeling that he seemed to have a big bag. He prayed to Amitabha Amitabha, which burned and fell, but don't make the child stupid! !! !!

The little ghost is intractable, and staying in this throat-filled tomb will only lead to a steady stream of blind corpses. He changed his posture and carried Luo Binghe with one hand on his shoulder, striding forward with a big stride, and the blind man was thrown a few feet behind him, but with his rapid breathing, the throat candle continued to light, turning the two The person's figure shone in all directions, although the blind corpse could not keep up, it had been unable to get rid of it. Until a small cemetery passed by the corner.

This may also be a preparation room, where the coffins are horizontal and vertical, and they are extremely irregular. Some of the coffin covers are overturned to the ground, but they are not solemn and solemn. Shen Qingqiu hurriedly dragged Luo Binghe into it, and looked at it bit by bit. Some of them were lying with strange postures inside, and some were empty.

The hissing sound is getting closer and closer, pulling out long and dark shadows staggering on the ground. Seeing that the situation was critical, Shen Qingqiu leapt into the sarcophagus. He wanted to stuff Luo Binghe into another coffin, but it wasn't that time, and the two of them hugged and rolled into the sarcophagus.

Rao is a soft base, and Shen Qingqiu still falls on Venus. Luo Binghe was up and Shen Qingqiu was down. He was heavily weighed down and could hardly breathe.

What did this kid grow up for! Seeing how thin is so heavy!

There is also a half-coffin cover that is not tightly closed. Shen Qingqiu is about to reach out to close it. The faint green light outside is shaking, and a few dark shadows are reflected on the zenith.

The blind corpse came in.

They approached the tomb slowly, and from time to time they heard the sound of "clicks", and the noise of sharp nails scratching the surface of the sarcophagus was creepy.

But if there is absolutely no place to hide the throat candle, it is in the coffin. As long as there is no light source, these blind eyes will not catch them.

Shen Qingqiu didn't panic, she lay on her back to the sky, Luo Binghe pressed his face down, his head was embedded in his shoulder socket, and the heat passed to Shen Qingqiu's neck, which was very hot.

Even he is uncomfortable, and Luo Binghe is even more uncomfortable. Just because Luo Binghe's head is hot, it is better to cool his forehead with his hand. Shen Qingqiu thought this was a good idea, and was about to grab Luo Binghe's wrist and lift it up, and suddenly his body became rigid.

Five withered skinny, oddly long fingernails appear above the coffin.

Why did it search so carefully and thoroughly! !! !! Didn't you say that the blind IQ is very low! !! !! Isn't it something that people don't want to ignore? !! !!

Shen Qingqiu suddenly noticed that there was indeed something faintly red next to his face.

Squinting, although Luo Binghe's eyes were closed, the magical mark already on his forehead turned out, and the red mark on his forehead was extinguished with his breath. The red light faded with it.

What is this thing! Is it something similar to the last moment when Altman hits a little monster?

He was held down by Luo Binghe with both hands, and he couldn't pull out to cover the mark of the bad thing. He turned his head subconsciously, and the corner of his lips pressed the smooth forehead.

It looks like ... it's kind of like a forehead in Qin Luo Glacier. Don't pay attention to such details, it's important to save your life!

The skinny, sloppy fingernails, and a few strands of hair trembled into the sarcophagus, groping around.

The inner space of this coffin is narrow, but the coffin's belly is long. As long as it continues to explore this range, it still can't touch the two people at the bottom of the coffin. But this hand didn't know how to converge. Shen Qingqiu followed him as he hung higher and higher, and as soon as he saw Luo Binghe's back, he gritted his teeth, pulled out a right hand that was about to be numbed, and found a fairly good place behind Luo Binghe and pressed it down .

With this press, Luo Binghe's upper body was completely attached to him. Originally there were still gaps to find, but now the two were almost in a ball, with their chests against their chests and their lower belly against their lower belly.

Originally, the lower abdomen should be the softest part of the human body, but Shen Qingqiu's abdomen was panicked by Luo Binghe's lower abdomen. The more he pressed down, the more convinced he was that he must have trained eight pack abs.

Although the hand stopped slightly above Luo Binghe's back, he changed direction and touched the other side.

Looking to touch Luo Binghe's calf again, Shen Qingqiu crossed his heart and separated his legs so that Luo Binghe's left leg fell into the middle of his legs.

already has reduced the space occupied by the two to a minimum. It really can't be smaller!

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

After the corpses murmured and exited the burial chamber, and the crowds wandered far, Shen Qingqiu was relieved.

Now this pose is too ugly and unsightly ... If someone reaches out and looks inside, Bao Zhun feels that Shen Qingqiu firmly holds Luo Binghe and refuses to let go, and desperately puts him in his arms. Stuffed.

He just wanted to help Luo Binghe to sit up, and a sudden sound came out of the tomb.

"It's too early to relax now."

The voice is old and mocking. Shen Qingqiu immediately grabbed the Xiuya Sword, rolled over, and pressed Luo Binghe underneath, sitting up with the crossblade in front, and guarding himself with all gods: "Who!"

The blind corpses are long gone. The tomb is empty, and there are only cold sarcophagi in the house.

... Don't tell him which coffin is in the coffin again! He just saw it, it's almost all dry goods!

The voice again said, "If the old man doesn't want you to see it, even if you look over the entire holy tomb, don't want to see it."

After listening to two sentences, Shen Qingqiu realized that the voice was familiar and he had heard it absolutely. And more than one sentence.

A flash of aura, he inserted the sword back into his sheath and said, "Since it is a predecessor of Dream Demon, you don't have to pretend to be a ghost."

As soon as the voice fell, an old man stunned in the middle of the cemetery, wearing luxurious clothes and eyes like a hawk.

He sat on a sarcophagus and looked down proudly at Shen Qingqiu: "You still remember my husband."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Of course I remember. Now that the predecessor of Dream Demon appeared in front of me, I must be dreaming now."

Mengmo can only appear in the dream as a black mist before, but now it can be transformed into a human form. It seems that the body of Luobing Binghe recovered very well.

He met him, but Shen Qingqiu was relieved. The demon is absolutely on the side of Luo Binghe. Since he appears, he will at least not harm Luo Binghe.

Meng Mo hummed: "But you are in a difficult situation right now, but you are not dreaming."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Can you ask the predecessors of Momo to help you wake up in Luobinghe dream?"

Dream: "Don't wake up."

Shen Qingqiu wondered: "Why?" Did Luo Binghe's brain already burn out?

Meng Mo said faintly: "I can't get in. This boy is now chaotic, with nothingness, fog, and falling asleep. The old man has only encountered this situation in two kinds of dreams in the past. One of them This is a person in critical condition.

It doesn't seem to be a good word. Shen Qingqiu asked patiently: "The second one?"

"Stupid man."

Shen Qingqiu held Xiu Ya's hand tightly.

Mengmo said to himself: "It's the boy who deserves it. In the past five years, he spent energy and spirits on the day, and killed his dream creations at random in the night. The old man taught him long ago that it would be tantamount to self-destruction. He ignored it. Sooner or later, there will be such a day. In the past seven days, to save your physical body, the loss of spiritual power, the magic sword is even more opportunistic. Besides, he also broke into the holy tomb and confronted with the most talented God of Demon blood in his family. Up. "

Shen Qingqiu had a dry throat and looked back at the unconscious Luo Binghe lying in the sarcophagus, and said, "... Is there no way to wake him up?"

"Helpless."

Shen Qingqiu punched him and lay back in the coffin silently.

Dream: "..."

He frowned, "What are you doing?"

Shen Qingqiu answered: "Sleep. Wait to wake up."

Meng Mo's forehead is full of blue muscles: "Do you dare to ignore my husband?"

Shen Qingqiu closed her eyes: "Since the predecessors have said they are helpless, of course I can only wait for me to wake up and protect him."

Meng Mo hummed: "The holy tomb of this tribe is dangerous and forbidden, and there are two troublesome characters waiting. You alone cannot protect him."

He's right, very right.

But who can protect or protect Luo Binghe besides him now?

Shen Qingqiu opened her eyes and sighed: "You can't keep it, you have to keep it. It is also my apprentice."

Sheng Qingqiu has been upset for so long. I don't know what it feels like, but one thing is clear: I can't tell Luo Binghe what to say here.

Meng Mo said coldly: "After many years, you will finally admit that this kid is your apprentice?"

Shen Qingqiu agrees: "It's really a long time ago."

He was still waiting for the monster to continue to ridicule YinYang, but the old man suddenly sighed,

He said, "If the boy can wake up and hear your words, I don't know how happy he should be."

Uncle, can you not be so obscure in every sentence!

Shen Qingqiu's face is black. What is the meaning of "if you can" and "wake up"? This unpredictable tone of life and death makes him even more uneasy!

Mengmon suddenly burst into anger, shouting loudly: "I'm the master of this kid, how much has he taught? Ah! The power of heaven and earth, the manipulation of human heart! But he refused to call I said, "Senior" and "Senior" are hanging around your mouth! You just taught him some superficial fists and rough minds, but he chased after you crying and calling Master! It's really mad Old man too! "

He took a long breath, and now he sees the two men lying in the same coffin, and he feels that the picture is dazzling, his old eyes are blind, he is very unhappy, and he screams.

Shen Qingqiu is not happy. The sword of Cangqiangshan School is shallow? !!

Hehehe said, "I am his life mentor."

System certification, Luo Binghe's outlook on life and world values ​​are affected by him√

Meng Mo said, "Do you know that? Then why have you been able to abandon him ruthlessly for so many years?"

Shen Qingqiu froze again. From Luo Binghe's point of view, this question seems to be nothing wrong.

Mengmo stared with a beard and stared: "If God had removed you unconsciously in the dream then, you wouldn't have these incidents today." He walked around with his hand on the sarcophagus and said fiercely: "This kid was a promising plastic man, but when he met you, he was so reckless, mother-in-law, crying, but pretending to be in front of you, pretending to be cruel! According to the old man, he will either handle you , Or I will kill you. It ’s so fussing, and I still want to refuse to say yes, but it makes me angry when I see it!

Shen Qingqiu really can't wait to cover his ears or sew his mouth.

Dream is so annoying! !! !! Is it really good to tell such things in person? !!

He glanced at Luo Binghe's quiet sleeping face beside him, and a moment of flashing in his head ... well, he immediately retracted his eyes, his cheeks seemed a little hot, it must be an illusion!

Shen Qingqiu is intolerable: "Can seniors wake me up?"

Mengmo still has resentment: "Wake up? You do n’t know how to get out when you wake up."

Shen Qingqiu: "Of course I know. Please tell me the direction in which Luo Binghe used black moon python to break the world."

Dream: "The open entrance already is closed."

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

His eyes fell on the sword of heart devil in the waist of Luo Binghe. The entrance that was just opened once is bound to be weak. Then use the magic sword to make a chop, maybe it can be opened again!

Mengmo looked down his eyes, knowing it in his heart, but didn't take it for granted: "This sword may not be used by you."

Of course he knew that. Shen Qingqiu secretly gritted his teeth, and Shen Sheng said, "There is no other way. Always try."

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

Thank goodness, finally, the gruesome old fairies of the Dream Monster will let him out!

Shen Qingqiu was about to sit up with a bone. Suddenly, his right leg seemed to be pinching something, and poked hard inside the thigh.

Shen Qingqiu first thought it was the hilt of a sword, and absently reached out to dial it. When it came across, the system message suddenly exploded:

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

In a flash, Shen Qingqiu became a dry cargo.

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

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

Tianzhu! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! It's Tianzhu! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!

Shen Qingqiu has the heart to kill and then commit suicide!

Dancing for a long while in the wind, he patted his face with a slap, comforting himself: There is no sun or moon in the holy tomb. Maybe it is Correct outside now? !! Normal phenomenon, normal physiological phenomenon!

Will it go away by itself? !! This is generally true!

But it does n’t seem to be pitiful to let it go! !! !!

Poor can't help it, you can't help him in this situation, right? !! ? !! ? !!

Pretend you did n’t see it and should be forgiven, right? !! ? !! ? !!

Yeah! In the final analysis, Master is not obliged to help the disciples, even if the fire was caused by him! !! !!

Shen Qingqiu shoved Luo Binghe violently, patted his palm on his chest, and sent a few waves of spiritual power in. Although not much, he can't output more now, how much can he lose.

Ignore the rest! Ignore!

Out of the sarcophagus, dragging all the way, dragging Luo Binghe towards the "end of the east" as the dreamer refers to. After walking for a while, the walls of the tomb began to become wet, the soles of the tomb became slippery, and the moss was heavy. It became more difficult to stand firmly. Shen Qingqiu slowed down and avoided slipping.

Continue, not only the moss, but also the weeds blooming, the tomb is gradually widening, the trees on both sides of the tall trees stand up, the ground is not only slippery, and the old tree roots are tangled, from time to time Stumbling. Flying insects passed, and the birds murmured. The blue-black zenith rises sharply, and the crystalline white stones embedded on it blink at first glance, which looks like a starry sky at night.

Although there seems to be an illusion of being in the jungle, they did not leave the holy tomb, but only came to a special tomb inside the holy tomb.

Each tomb in the holy tomb was designed for itself by the nobles and nobles of all ages. Strange and diverse. It's like an apartment. The occupants move in and set up a blank. The rest is of course to decorate the house according to their own preferences. Those who are good at organs will focus on Qimen Jiajia. If you are familiar with Warcraft, you will support the guarding monster. Those who are good at herbs will be planted with poisonous flowers and weeds.

The owner of this tomb is obviously the last one. Don't look at these trees and flowers, Shen Qingqiu definitely does not want to be involved.

He took off his coat and put them on the heads of both men, tightening his hands around Luo Binghe's waist, and took a cautious step.

The blades of grass move.

Suddenly, a sharp cracking sound came out with a cold white light.

Shen Qingqiu slammed his fingers with his left hand, Xiuya sword at the waist responded with a sheath, and a clang made a cross with the cold sword from the attack. There was no solution yet, and a second white light came immediately. This time, it came to the throat of Luo Binghe. The Xiuya sword is blocking the first sword, and it cannot be recalled, nor can it be thrown away from Luo Binghe. In case of touching those flowers, it will be over!

In a hurry, Shen Qingqiu strayed slightly, raised her arm, and grabbed blade edge with her bare hands.

The blade was so wide open that he could hold it firmly, but he didn't advance half an inch. The blood was not dripping, but splashing. Shen Qingqiu's half-shirt and the green grass on the ground were instantly covered with a layer of bright red.

He finally found that it was a pain to grab the white blade directly with his hands.

Shen Qingqiu's eyes were red with blood, and he suddenly looked up and his pupils shrank.

I never expected that the "little fish" in Tian Langjun's mouth actually meant these two people.

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