[Ice Nine] Broken Bones

Chapter 12

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Shen Qingqiu still wore the thin plain shirt in the end, he didn't feel too cold indoors, it wasn't until he went out that he realized that the coldness was rising layer by layer.

The devil world is covered with black fog, the sun can't shine here, the temperature is naturally much lower than the human world, even though Shen Qingqiu was cold, he gritted his teeth and didn't say anything.

They went at the right time. Xu time was when the evening market started to be lively.Shen Qingqiu was forcibly pulled out by Luo Binghe. He originally wanted to just stand there and take a look, but Luo Binghe insisted on dragging him to the busiest place in the center.

In the name of fearing Shen Qingqiu's escape, Luo Binghe insisted on pulling Shen Qingqiu's hand out to hold him, but without turning his head, he walked to where he wanted to go.Shen Qingqiu struggled hard but couldn't get rid of it, instead he was pulled even tighter, his face became hot for a while.

What kind of person is Luo Binghe? He is well-known in both the human world and the devil world. He is tall and handsome and has a handsome face. He is the focus of attention wherever he goes. Shen Qingqiu can tell how many people are staring at him without raising his head.

"open."

Luo Binghe didn't turn his head back: "What if Master ran away?"

Shen Qingqiu was a little impatient: "Then why did you bring me here?"

Luo Binghe stopped, Shen Qingqiu didn't react for a moment, he almost bumped into it, and when he looked up, he saw the sugar figurine shop opposite.

He originally thought that the evening market in the Demon Realm was just some crooked prop shop, but there is actually a sugar man shop here.

Shen Qingqiu looked around naturally, not only the sugar shop, but also the pastry shop and the wonton shop, basically it can be said that the configuration is the same as that of the human market.

"I'm afraid that Master will feel bored, so I just took it out to play for a while." Luo Binghe led Shen Qingqiu to the sugar figurine shop opposite, glanced at the various sugar figurines stuck on it, and asked with his head tilted, " Which one does Master like?"

The sugar seller saw that Luo Binghe's hands trembled a little, and he stammered like a ghost: "Luo...Luo, Lord Luo!"

Luo Binghe ignored it, and uttered a monosyllabic interrogative word from his nasal cavity, urging Shen Qingqiu to choose.

Shen Qingqiu glanced at it and replied coldly: "I don't like it."

Luo Binghe smiled, and said to the sugar seller: "My master doesn't like any of them, so what do you think?"

Na stammered and panicked and replied: "Yes, yes...I'm sorry! I don't know this...this..."

Luo Binghe kindly reminded him: "Mr. Shen."

"Hey! Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen, I don't know what you want, I...I will draw it for you right now!"

Shen Qingqiu was used to being called "Peak Lord Shen", and now hearing this young master, he couldn't help but startled, as if at this moment his identity was not the peak master of Qingjing Peak, but the companion brought by Luo Binghe to participate in the evening market.

But he still replied: "I don't eat sugar man."

Immediately, he stuttered with a look of embarrassment, Shen Qingqiu didn't even look at him, he never cared about other people's thoughts, no matter who he was.

Luo Binghe immediately led him to go elsewhere: "Then let's go and see elsewhere."

Shen Qingqiu grabbed Luo Binghe's hand vigorously: "I don't want to go."

Luo Binghe glanced back at him: "Master, are you interested in the sugar porridge over there?"

"not interested."

"I just watched Master keep looking over there."

"You read it wrong."

Luo Binghe smiled, and he didn't do Tai Chi with others, he led them and walked there. He was very strong, and Shen Qingqiu could only be dragged away if he didn't want to.

The sugar porridge seller is a good-looking young girl, and she is not shy when she sees Luo Binghe, she politely called Lord Luo: "My father is resting at home, I will set up a stall for him, if he is not good enough, please invite him." Venerable Lord Luo and this young master, please forgive me."

Luo Binghe nodded, and sat down at a random place. Anyway, others are here, and others dare not come.

Shen Qingqiu took a look at the tables and chairs before sitting down. He just glanced at the shop, it was unexpectedly clean.

Luo Binghe glanced at Shen Qingqiu and knew what he was thinking: "If it's not clean, I won't bring Master out."

"That's not necessarily the case, maybe they have ulterior motives to take the opportunity to harm me."

"Do I need to think so hard if I want to harm you?"

The girl came out with two bowls of sugar porridge, this time it was a little more colorful than Luo Binghe's bowl, red bean paste boiled with glutinous rice, steaming and fragrant.

It is the most common snack in the market, which evokes the throbbing in people's hearts.

Shen Qingqiu stared at the bowl of thick sugar porridge, and remembered the sugar porridge shop he saw when he was lying on the window when he was young. At that time, if there was a favorable wind, he could smell the sweet taste of sugar porridge, with the fragrance of red bean paste The aroma is also refreshing with sweet-scented osmanthus honey.

It’s just that he cut firewood and went out early and returned late. When he came back, the sugar porridge shop on the corner of the street had long since disappeared. A few copper coins picked up in the woodshed to buy a bowl of sugar porridge to drink.

Once he worked hard to chop firewood, and picked up a lot of branches broken by the wind for nothing, and finally finished it before the sun set.He ran back anxiously with the basket on his back, and fell down several times in disgrace, and his hands were scratched several times by stones.Finally, he stood firm in front of the shop, took out three copper coins and asked for a bowl of the cheapest bean paste porridge. The old man looked at Shen Jiu and said, "Sorry, it's sold out."

"...Master?"

Shen Qingqiu woke up suddenly, but his eyes hadn't focused yet, and he looked at Luo Binghe blankly.

"God lost?"

Shen Qingqiu twisted himself hard, and replied: "No."

"Then drink it, it will be cold for a while."

Shen Qingqiu looked at the bowl of sugar porridge in front of him, which coincided with the bowl of sugar porridge he remembered when he was young. This bowl of porridge was his shortcoming, his unspeakable memory.

He took a spoonful and put it into his mouth, closing his eyes and withdrawing his complicated thoughts. The sweet bean paste was just right, neither too light nor too greasy.

"what about the taste?"

Shen Qingqiu paused with his hands: "It's okay."

Luo Binghe held Shen Qingqiu's wrist and lowered his head to drink a spoonful of porridge in his hand: "Not bad."

"……you!"

Luo Binghe raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with me?"

Shen Qingqiu paused with his hands. Selfishly speaking, he still wanted to eat a few more mouthfuls, but Luo Binghe...

Luo Binghe looked at him leisurely, took the spoon in his hand, scooped up a full spoon and brought it to his mouth, waiting for him to open his mouth like last night, as if he wanted to satisfy the regret that he didn't finish feeding before.

This was very different from the situation last night. Last night there were only him and Luo Binghe. Although no one came here now, with so many eyes and Luo Binghe's own aura, it was impossible not to be noticed.

Shen Qingqiu gathered his fingers together, squeezed his palms hard, and reached out to grab the spoon in Luo Binghe's hand: "I..."

Luo Binghe was faster than him, and the moment Shen Qingqiu opened his mouth, he fed the porridge into it, and watched Shen Qingqiu's hands in the air, but he didn't vomit.

He swallowed the porridge slowly, and said in a very blunt tone, "I won't eat."

Luo Binghe put the porridge away, and asked the girl to pay the bill. The girl looked at Shen Qingqiu, who was in a strange mood, and said plainly: "I heard that there will be singing and dancing in the west soon, and the Lord can bring Shen..."

"No," Shen Qingqiu said, "I won't go."

Luo Binghe kept his composure, paid the money, and stretched out his hand to bring Shen Qingqiu up, but Shen Qingqiu stopped quickly, and when Luo Binghe came to his senses, he had already walked several steps: "I'm going back. "

"Where are you going back?" Luo Binghe took a few steps forward and grabbed him, thinking that he would just feed him.

Shen Qingqiu probably knew that he couldn't break free, and he didn't bother to fight with others. He straightened his sleeves, and Weibucha tightened his clothes: "I'm not interested anymore, I want to go back."

Luo Binghe lowered his head, and saw Shen Qingqiu's face clearly by the dim light of the lantern. The small half of his face that was not illuminated by the light was hidden in the darkness, so Luo Binghe couldn't see Shen Qingqiu's slightly hot and red earlobes clearly.

His hand slowly moved down to hold Shen Qingqiu's. He had just eaten a bowl of hot porridge and it didn't warm him much. He unquestionably took off his outer robe and put it on Shen Qingqiu's body, and tied it tightly.

Shen Qingqiu elbowed back and tried to take off the thick robe, but Luo Binghe held him even more forcefully, and he hugged him tightly from behind.Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and said, "What's the matter, you don't plan to let me freeze to death!?"

Luo Binghe's head rested on Shen Qingqiu's shoulder, his profile brushed against Shen Qingqiu's icy earbones as if nothing, he touched Shen Qingqiu's icy face, and replied in a good voice: "The disciple was negligent."

"I want to go back."

"No, I want to go back before you can go back."

"I don't want to watch her singing and dancing." Shen Qingqiu's body was cold, and the words he spoke were also cold, and his body was like a block of frozen ice, standing there upright, with his head tilted to one side, not moving. Get in touch with Luo Binghe.

Luo Binghe's sudden happiness came to his heart, and when Shen Qingqiu thought that he was going to repeat the old tricks to humiliate himself, he sighed lightly, his helplessness did not seem like normal helplessness, but instead seemed like a kind of helpless and willing compromise.

He hugged Shen Qingqiu from behind and urged him to go forward with his actions, without giving anyone a chance to resist, but he didn't go west, but just pushed him a few steps: "We just came here, let's see it later, like it All disciples will buy it for Master."

"Then I want your life, will you give it or not?"

"Master, I'd better think about it again."

"Don't think about it, I..."

"Hush..." Luo Binghe pressed his index finger against Shen Qingqiu's lips to silence him, his voice was slightly lowered, and he couldn't hear his emotions at the moment, "Master, look at me."

"Why should I want to see you?"

Luo Binghe slowly moved his palms upwards to cover his eyes. After a pause of about two seconds, Shen Qingqiu also realized that something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

Shen Qingqiu's eyesight was deprived, and he could only hear Luo Binghe chuckling softly in his ear, murmuring in a low voice as if in praise: "You're too obedient."

Obedient what?What is he saying?What happened over there?

With a light behind Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe who was sticking to him disappeared, and when he opened his eyes, there was a quiet forest all around.

...a hallucination.

Why did Luo Binghe deliberately isolate him from the market? What happened there?What happened to the commotion just now?Who's coming?What did Luo Binghe do?

Shen Qingqiu stayed in place for a while, and suddenly felt that the illusion around him slowly faded, and turned into a brightly lit demon market again. He looked around and found nothing wrong, until he turned around and then froze in place.

Luo Binghe was leaning against the tree, wiping his hands with a handkerchief, Shen Qingqiu could clearly see a large area of ​​blood on his face, it might still be hot, and it was continuously flowing into his neck.