[Ice Nine] Broken Bones

Chapter 11

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After a while, Shen Qingqiu came back to his senses, and he turned his body unnaturally: "You will be kind? Maybe there is a bottle of poison in it."

Luo Binghe slowly unfolded Shen Qingqiu's folding fan, fanning it once and for all: "It's fine if Master doesn't eat. But if Master is not hungry, why would he go to the window."

This sentence hits the point, Shen Qingqiu has been hungry for many days, and has never practiced bigu, and has been holding on to endure it all the time. When Luo Binghe mentioned it now, he almost couldn't stand it anymore.

The corners of Luo Binghe's eyes were bent just right, and his tone seemed too gentle: "What would Master want to eat? The disciples will bring it to you."

Shen Qingqiu was silent for a while, he was calculating the time when Yue Qingyuan would leave the Demon Realm, he wasn't sure if Yue Qingyuan would leave, maybe he was still looking for where he was right now.He believed that this was Luo Binghe's last patience, and it was better to be on the safe side, at least he could not quarrel with Luo Binghe again.

How ridiculous, now he is finally reduced to a humble and kneeling person who looks at other people's faces.

After a long while, Luo Binghe heard Shen Qingqiu's hesitant but soft sentence: "Just clear the porridge."

Luo Binghe couldn't help raising his eyebrows to observe Fan Shen Qingqiu's expression, seeing that there was nothing wrong with his plain expression, he turned around and walked out of the room without saying a word abnormally.

Shen Qingqiu clenched his fist with one hand and lightly tapped the palm of the other, thinking that if Yue Qingyuan left, he would be not far from Cang Qiong Mountain by now, if he hadn't left...wait!

He just answered wrongly, he shouldn't let Luo Binghe go out, if he goes out, he might run into Yue Qingyuan who hasn't left yet!

Shen Qingqiu got up abruptly and walked out the door, but he forgot that he hadn't eaten for many days. After getting up and walking a few steps, he felt that his eyes were dark, and he felt dizzy overwhelmingly. He stumbled and was about to fall to the ground.

A hand came across and firmly embraced Shen Qingqiu's slanted waist, and took advantage of the trend to his side, Shen Qingqiu leaned on the person with a half hug and half hug.

Shen Qingqiu's eyes were slightly out of focus, and there was still a blackness that could not be seen in front of him. After the first wave of dizziness passed, his brain began to ache uninterruptedly. His legs were weak and he had to rely on the other party to support his waist to force it. stand up.

After being dazed for a while, the darkness before Shen Qingqiu's eyes gradually faded, his five senses returned to normal, and when he raised his head, he saw Luo Binghe right in front of him.

"you……"

Shen Qingqiu opened his mouth, but realized later, he hastily pushed Luo Binghe away.Luo Binghe was not too surprised, he was pushed and his left hand was still holding the porridge bowl firmly, he handed the bowl to Shen Qingqiu: "Master, why do you need to be so brave, you just rushed out, what's the matter?"

Said it was clear porridge, it was really clear porridge, nothing was put on the white porridge, only a small spoon was placed on it.

Shen Qingqiu lowered his eyes: "It's nothing."

Luo Binghe looked at Shen Qingqiu for a while: "Why, do you want me to feed you?"

Shen Qingqiu was stunned, and immediately reached out to pick it up, but Luo Binghe had already picked up a spoon and put it to his mouth: "Hey, drink."

The two faced each other silently, Shen Qingqiu didn't open his mouth, and Luo Binghe didn't let go, as if this was an extremely difficult fork in the road, and every step he took was of great significance, as if he had chosen a path, he couldn't turn back.

In the end, Shen Qingqiu held the porridge bowl with his hand, took the spoon from Luo Binghe's hand, lowered his head and drank the spoonful of porridge, and the moment the clear porridge entered his mouth, he gave his hand a pause.

Sweet.

It seems that he hasn't had sweet porridge for a long, long time.

After finishing a bowl of hot porridge, Shen Qingqiu's stomach felt better, he put the bowl aside, and fell into hesitant embarrassment for a moment.

It stands to reason that he should thank him, but if it wasn't for Luo Binghe, how could he have fallen into such a situation, not thanking seems to be a matter of course, and he should take the opportunity to sneer.

But today's Luo Binghe is too abnormal.

It was so abnormal that he felt very strange. It seemed that something that he hadn't noticed before was about to surface, and it was tightly covered by a layer of airtight paper. He could only take a general look, but he still didn't know anything.

When Shen Qingqiu was in a state of confusion, he casually asked, "Where did you come from?"

As long as Luo Binghe answered, he could sneer and sarcasm him indifferently, so it seemed that he could overturn all the strangeness of today, and return to the previous time when the sword was on the verge of breaking out.

Luo Binghe was still playing with Shen Qingqiu's folding fan, and said casually: "The disciple made it, didn't he do it for the master before, and after five years, you can't taste it?"

Shen Qingqiu was taken aback.

Hearing Luo Binghe laugh again: "But Master should have thrown away all of it back then, no wonder I didn't taste it."

What Luo Binghe said was true, in Cang Qiong Mountain, he often made some cakes for Shen Qingqiu as a midnight snack, and he didn't bother to feed Shen Qingqiu as much as he gave or threw away.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't find a word to answer, he caught sight of his folding fan out of the corner of the eye, and was about to snatch it back: "What are you doing with my fan!"

Too many things happened today, he forgot about the fan for a while.

Of course, Luo Binghe would not let Shen Qingqiu get it easily. He put the fan behind his back and raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you tell the master? This disciple just took some things from the master and didn't want to do anything."

"Did you take anything else?"

"At first I wanted to get a few more, but Zhushe thought it would be fun to have a fan from Master, so I just took this one."

Shen Qingqiu frowned slightly: "You don't have anything here, so why are you interested in my things?"

Luo Binghe was noncommittal, calculated that it would be night, and turned the subject forcefully: "It's almost time, Master, have a good rest."

After speaking, he went to the bed and lay down like this, with his hands on the pillow and his eyes closed.The meaning is already obvious, he Luo Binghe doesn't want to see Shen Qingqiu anymore, Shen Qingqiu should get out of his room now.

Shen Qingqiu was also not very willing to stay with Luo Binghe, the fan was not very important to him, so he walked towards the door with the bowl in his hand.

He stretched out his hand to push the door - he didn't push it. At first Shen Qingqiu thought that his strength was too weak, so he pushed a few times but didn't push it. Only then did he realize that Luo Binghe deliberately refused to let him go. He turned around and asked in a moment of annoyance. Said: "Didn't you let me go? Why didn't you let me open the door?"

Luo Binghe's eyes were still closed, and he said leisurely after hearing the words: "I just let Shizun take a good rest, I didn't say I want Shizun to go out."

Shen Qingqiu was stunned for a long time, then he was tongue-tied for a moment: "You, what do you mean?"

"There is still someone lying next to the disciple, if the master doesn't mind it, then come."

Shen Qingqiu's face turned red and white, and Luo Binghe added leisurely: "If Master doesn't want to rest, you can do something."

Sure enough, her nature has not changed, she is still obscene and shameless as before.

Shen Qingqiu stood in front of the door clutching the bowl tightly, didn't move half a step, Luo Binghe didn't speak, his fingertips tapped the other knuckles regularly, waiting for Shen Qingqiu to make his own choice with leisurely grace.

Shen Qingqiu tried again unwillingly, but still couldn't open it.The bowl knocked on the table with a muffled sound, Luo Binghe opened his eyes, Shen Qingqiu looked down at him.

"Go inside."

Luo Binghe slowly raised one eyebrow, and moved a little inside to make room for one person.Shen Qingqiu quickly lay down, with his body on his side with Luo Binghe on his back, sleeping in the most edge position, there was still a lot of space away from Luo Binghe.

Don't you just want to see me in distress, but it's not what you want, Shen Qingqiu thought.

Luo Binghe stretched out his hand to smooth the person's hair, but suddenly stopped, Shen Qingqiu had already fallen asleep.

He withdrew his hand, opened his eyes to look at the ceiling above, and after a while, he got up gently and got out of bed.

Dozens of bamboos were planted in a remote place in the backyard. The night wind was cool, the bamboos were rustling, and the clouds were billowing.Luo Binghe split a bamboo tree and made a simple bamboo sword. He stood facing the wind, his wrists swivel, and he was practicing the Cang Qiong Mountain sect's opening gesture.

Five years passed, whether it was fast or slow, he thought that the hatred formed in the endless abyss would last forever, but once the first move was made, the subsequent moves were as smooth as clouds and flowing water, and he never forgot.

The wind of the sword was fierce, and the bamboo leaves that it touched slammed wildly, and a lot of them fell down like wind and clouds. Luo Binghe picked it up, and the scattered leaves on the ground condensed into a bunch and hit the bamboo tree, carving three deep scratches.

Luo Binghe's clothes fluttered, his long hair fluttered, his black pupils were pitch black, and with a ruthless twist of his wrist, the bamboo trees in front of him suffered disaster, and they all snapped apart, and the rest of the bamboo bodies were slanted by the wind, turning into ridiculous arc .

Cang Qiong Mountain sent out gestures, meditating.

Only by calming your mind can you hold your breath and concentrate on the study of techniques.

Luo Binghe restrained his wrists, stared thoughtfully at the bamboo sword in his hand, and then hid himself in the thick night as soon as he turned around.

Shen Qingqiu's sleep this time can be said to be the best time in the past few days, probably because he was not haunted by nightmares, and he felt much better after waking up, but his arms were a little stiff after using the same position for a long time.

He moved his numb wrist for a while, sat awake for a while, then suddenly turned his head to the side, Luo Binghe was on the pillow with one hand, raised an eyebrow at him, and added a smile to his eyes.

"..." Shen Qingqiu got out of bed silently, and straightened his clothes with an inhuman indifference.

Luo Binghe also got out of bed immediately, and said good-bye in a good mood: "Master slept so deeply, he didn't wake up until noon."

"Thank you, I didn't set up a nightmare for me."

Luo Binghe laughed, but didn't answer his words: "Is Master hungry?"

After saying that, I added another sentence: "If you are hungry, you can save your stomach until night."

Shen Qingqiu frowned: "What happened at night."

"A few people who can't stay idle set up an evening market, and the master accompanied the disciples to have a look."

"Why should I promise you?"

"Why don't you agree to me." Luo Binghe rolled his eyes, as if Shen Qingqiu's agreement to him was a matter of course.

Shen Qingqiu didn't like going to places with many people, so he resolutely refused: "I won't go."

"When the evening market is from You to Chou, let's go at Xu," Luo Binghe turned a deaf ear to it, "If Master wants to change into better clothes, just say so."

"Who wants to dress up!"

Luo Binghe smiled: "Okay, I agree."

Shen Qingqiu froze for a moment, squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Boring!"