[Ice Nine] Broken Bones

Chapter 13

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Shen Qingqiu stared at the blood-stained white neck without moving, and his blank mind gradually became a little lucid.

Whose blood is that?Did Luo Binghe kill someone?Who was killed?Still hurt?By whom?

He looked at Luo Binghe without blinking, and he didn't wake up until the latter slowly approached him and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"Master was shocked?"

"..." Shen Qingqiu let out a breath slowly, his tone became calm again, "What happened?"

"A few rebels, it's all right." Luo Binghe twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile was not very strong, maybe because he had just been killed, Luo Binghe's body was full of bloody smell, and the hostility was not suppressed at all, and the smile in his eyes became more and more weird Get scary.

Shen Qingqiu understood, so the blood on Luo Binghe's face was also splashed, he laughed mockingly: "It seems that you are not good at skills, blood can splash on it."

"How does Master know that it's not my blood?" Luo Binghe replied with a smile, wiped the blood off his hands with a handkerchief and then wiped it on his neck. Shen Qingqiu paused after seeing it clearly.

The nearly two-foot-long bloody mouth lay across Luo Binghe's jaw. The aorta was at a more tricky angle. It was probably the blood that spurted out and splashed all over Luo Binghe's face when a sharp object was cut. It was someone else's blood.

Right now, there is nothing to stop the bleeding, and the blood from Luo Binghe's wound keeps flowing out. I wipe the blood on my face as if nothing happened, but the handkerchief is full of blood, but the more I wipe it, the more dirty it is. Most of Luo Binghe's face looks very dirty fear.

Looking at the wet blood on his hands, Luo Binghe sighed: "I wanted to take Shizun to have fun, but who knew they would really choose this day to rebel..."

Luo Binghe felt something covered his wound, Shen Qingqiu pressed the handkerchief expressionlessly to stop the bleeding, Luo Binghe moved his brows and slowly turned his head away, but Shen Qingqiu said coolly: "Move again and I'll mend it. "

Shen Qingqiu really wanted to make amends. When he first saw Luo Binghe, this was an excellent opportunity, a chance to regain freedom after falling into trouble.It's just that he doesn't know why the situation has developed like this, and the only thing that can explain it is probably the speculation he used as an excuse.

"I don't believe what rebellion you said, you'd better tell me the truth when you go back."

On one side of Luo Binghe's brows slowly raised, he stared at Shen Qingqiu thoughtfully for a while, then raised the corners of his mouth in an inexplicable way, and the smile in his eyes became real a little: "Okay."

After going back, Luo Binghe felt that he had lost almost all blood, and healed himself with spiritual power for a while, before Shen Qingqiu came back to his senses: "Why didn't you use it just now?!"

Luo Binghe looked at Shen Qingqiu with a half-smile: "Just as this disciple was about to do this, Master stopped the bleeding for me."

"..." Shen Qingqiu was silent for a moment, then changed the subject abruptly, and said coldly, "What happened just now?"

"It's just a few creations..."

"Oh? You think I'll believe it?" Shen Qingqiu laughed instead of anger, "The devil world is not all under your control, who would dare to rebel?"

Luo Binghe was silent for a while, then said in a slow voice: "There are always a few ignorant people, I suddenly appeared, how long do you think those old people can endure?"

Shen Qingqiu laughed "heh": "It's said that the demon world conspires with each other, but that's all."

Luo Binghe looked up at Shen Qingqiu, and asked softly: "Did Master care about me at that time?"

Shen Qingqiu raised one eyebrow: "Are you sure you're not self-indulgent?"

"I can clearly see the concern on Master's face."

"If you die, how will I know who those people are."

"Master, won't you ask other people?"

"They will tell me without your permission?"

Luo Binghe smiled: "So caring about that group of people shows that Master still cares about me."

"I just care about where that group of people came from."

The implication is that Shen Qingqiu only cares about whether those people belong to the Cang Qiong Mountain sect.

The smile on Luo Binghe's face faded, and after a while, he said "Oh" silently, and said again: "Then Master saw the blood on my face so nervous, and he was also afraid that the blood came from someone you care about?"

Shen Qingqiu looked up at him, Luo Binghe's tone became a little colder, but his expression didn't change much. He grabbed Shen Qingqiu's wrist and pulled him to him, looking straight into Shen Qingqiu's eyes: "Answer me."

There was no smile in Luo Binghe's eyes, his coldness was too serious, and an oppressive aura came over him, and Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but feel scared when he looked at him.

—Is he nervous?

—Who is he nervous about?

The stalemate lasted like years for a while, Shen Qingqiu calmly withdrew his hand, rubbed his sore wrist, and asked rhetorically, "What do you think?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, as if he was mocking Luo Binghe's self-indulgent sentimentality, pitying his unrealistic and misty fantasies, and undeniably rejecting his last uneasy expectation.

Luo Binghe stared at him for a long time, and finally laughed twice: "Okay, I see."

Then he got up, as if nothing had happened before, without giving Shen Qingqiu a glance, he left the room directly.

In the end, Shen Qingqiu was the only one left in the big room. He stood for a long time, and finally woke up with a jolt, walked to the window and closed it.

The wind at night made him a little cold.

Luo Binghe sat on the elegant and luxurious chair in the center of the main hall, resting his eyes, resting his elbows on the armrest, tapping his forehead once and for all, tilting his head slightly, taking the endless scolding and slander as a lullaby.

"My lord, it's still the same sentence."

Luo Binghe opened his eyes slightly, and said warmly: "Okay, that should be the truth. Bring it up."

Several people who were bloody and bloody were brought into the hall one by one. Luo Binghe looked at the pleasing scars on their bodies, and said softly: "Who hurt me."

A person was immediately kicked forward, he was dying, but his eyes were fixed on Luo Binghe.

Luo Binghe smiled brightly: "It seems that you are very capable."

"That's you...not hiding on purpose...cough cough."

"Yes, I just didn't hide on purpose," Luo Binghe smiled unabated, "But do you know why I'm fine so far?"

The man's eyes froze, and he was a little unbelievable.

"The poison on the sword is prepared by you. You should be most aware of the symptoms of the poison. Are your legs weak now?"

The people lying on the ground trembled uncontrollably. Luo Binghe's words were like strong wine quenched with poison, like a calm poisonous snake, hissing and spitting, gentle and hidden murderous intentions. in the invisible.

Luo Binghe's words lingered in his ears for a long time, and he became delirious, as if he had hallucinations. Luo Binghe's neck appeared in front of him. He grabbed it suddenly, but caught the tail of the poisonous snake. Turning his head, he became the one who was strangled by the neck.

"Are you having a headache now?"

"Do you feel that there is a lot of noise in your ears?"

"Are there many people dangling in front of your eyes?"

"Is your heart rate increasing?"

"Is there a sense of congestion in your brain?"

"You want to kill me, don't you?"

That person felt like his head was about to explode, and finally looked hard at Luo Binghe, who was smiling and smiling. Luo Binghe shook his head slightly regretfully, and his words came true.

"In terms of heart, you can't compare to me."

With a sound of "swelling", a little bit of blood splashed to Luo Binghe's feet, but it didn't stain his shoes. Luo Binghe waved his hand, and the group of people immediately sorted out the unsightly pile of minced meat.

Luo Binghe waved away the bloody smell in his nose, and glanced lightly at the few people staying in the hall.They were all shocked by the fact that their accomplice had exploded and died, and they couldn't close their jaws. They met Luo Binghe's eyes unexpectedly, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, as if the poisonous snake just casually circled behind them again. They were sitting on pins and needles, terrified. It was like a cardiac arrest.

Luo Binghe, who looked gentle and gentle, looked like tens of thousands of daggers with cold blades in his eyes at this moment, which was shocking and made people's teeth chatter uncontrollably.They were careless, Luo Binghe was much more dangerous than they expected, and his methods were definitely more than this ruthless.To be able to get in the way, to control their plan to the last detail, to hide it from everyone seamlessly, to make them start to act with confidence, and finally catch them all by surprise, catching them by surprise.

How much ability Luo Binghe still has is beyond their expectation, and they probably have to wait until they go to the Underworld to think about it.

The sharp eyes like poisonous snakes swept over the few of them, then casually retracted, and said lazily: "Have you figured out the answer now?"

Several people hurriedly fell on the ground, not daring to say another word of resistance, and told the whole thing piecemeal.

Luo Binghe held his forehead, as if he was struck by drowsiness, and when they finished talking tremblingly, he opened his eyes slightly, looked down at them, and commanded mercilessly to the subordinate next to him: "Go."

After he finished speaking, he paused again, and added without any ups and downs: "Don't make any noise, it will disturb people's rest."

The subordinates did not suspect him, nodded and walked towards His Highness.

Luo Binghe rubbed the center of his brows again, finally got up and disappeared in this thrilling scene.

Luo Binghe went straight to the backyard, where the few bamboo trees were planted and grew unevenly.Luo Binghe stood upright with deep eyes. He leaned against the stone table and stared at the bamboo forest for a long time, seemingly lost in thought. Finally, he moved slightly and sat on the stone bench.

There was no tea and nothing on the stone table, Luo Binghe took out a folding fan from his bosom, the handle of the fan was already slightly warmed by body temperature.He unfolded the folding fan, stroked the bones inch by inch, and gradually figured out some ideas in his mind, but the chips he had carefully piled up before were instantly overturned.

Thinking about it this way, it was a correct move not to hide back then, at least he could see what Shen Qingqiu was thinking in his heart, and he didn't have to continue to think about other things grandly.

Luo Binghe touched the wound on the side of his neck, and whispered his unspoken words to the fan.

It hurts so much, Master.