[Ice Nine] Broken Bones

Chapter 5

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"Since you don't like me, why..." Shen Qingqiu was tongue-tied, but he still couldn't say the second half of the sentence.

Luo Binghe turned over and got off the bed, straightened his collar: "It's just according to the disciple's willingness."

In today's world, it is indeed Luo Binghe who decides.He is just a peak master of Qingjing Peak, how can he be compared to the Supreme Being of the Demon Realm, and now he is only under house arrest and let him do what he wants.

Shen Qingqiu sat up slowly, his tone unrecognizable: "Don't you hate me to the extreme? Why don't you let me fend for myself?"

"Fresh on its own?" Luo Binghe asked rhetorically, "Master, is your life still under your control now?"

Shen Qingqiu's face turned pale, and he tightened his robe: "Little beast, what exactly do you want?"

Luo Binghe rubbed the jade ring a few times, and said lightly: "When I get tired of playing, you will naturally not be able to live."

"Master, I advise you to stay well and don't do anything. When will the master be obedient, the disciple will come to you with food again."

Shen Qingqiu stayed alone in Luo Binghe's room. It was strange to say that the wounds on his body were almost healed, and Luo Binghe should have healed his wounds, but he always felt powerless, his body had no strength, and he was very weak.

And Luo Binghe only helped him to heal the torn wound on his waist, it is still not healed yet, bloodshots can still be seen faintly, the bloodstains on his face have long since disappeared, and his limbs are also sound.

As for the other parts, Shen Qingqiu didn't know if Luo Binghe had helped him deal with them. Anyway, when he got up just now, the pain behind him was still very strong, and he didn't know if there was bleeding.

Helping him heal, but deliberately controlling the intensity, all he wanted was for Shen Qingqiu to be awake without the power to resist.For him to understand his current situation, Shen Qingqiu's life is in Luo Binghe's hands.

There was a bronze mirror on the table, Shen Qingqiu walked over to look at it slowly, the clothes were unusually neat and tidy, his face was still a little pale, it looked like there was no blood.

Like a puppet.

With a glance, Shen Qingqiu noticed the item placed next to the bronze mirror, a sandalwood box with a piece of paper pressed underneath it.

He pulled out the paper, and on it was Luo Binghe's handwriting: Master suffered yesterday, and the box contains ointment to heal the tear, Master remembers to apply it three times a day on time.

Shen Qingqiu's face suddenly became extremely exciting, red and then white, thinking of yesterday when he was forced to... Shen Qingqiu had never been so humiliated, his fingertips were trembling slightly with anger, and he tore the paper to pieces without saying a word.

And he didn't even glance at the sandalwood box with roses hooked on it with cinnabar, and directly swept it to the ground.The wooden box seems to be of good quality. After falling to the ground, only a corner was knocked off, and it stood on the ground smoothly.

Seeing that it wasn't broken, Shen Qingqiu wanted to pick it up and smash it again, but when he bent down, he felt a strong pain behind him, and Shen Qingqiu almost lost his balance and knelt on the ground.

He supported the edge of the table and stood up slowly, the blood on the hand that was pressing on the edge of the table faded away, his finger bones creaked, his white fingertips trembled slightly, Shen Qingqiu bit his lower lip tightly, the hatred in his eyes monstrous.

On the first day, he was forced to kneel in the firewood room, humiliated by a cup of tea, forced to drink the blood of the demon, and put in a water prison to be tortured by that obscene thing.

Shen Qingqiu suffered too much when he was young, now that the scene reappears, the hatred naturally doubles up, the humbleness engraved in his bones is bloodied out, to bear what a humble person should bear, humble like a humble person alive.

Shen Qingqiu violently knocked over the bronze mirror.

There is absolutely no ulterior motive in putting the bronze mirror here!

Just put it here so that he can see what he looks like!

Shen Qingqiu was so angry that he trembled all over, his eyes were bloodshot, and he violently overturned the table at hand.The things on the table were all poured out, Shen Qingqiu saw that they were just jade treasures.

He looked at these gorgeously decorated things with a sneer, what was the meaning of this, mocking him as a low-born slave, did he put these things on purpose to make him jealous.

Shen Qingqiu pulled out a drawer of jade articles, and smashed them on the ground.The jade pendant was broken into several pieces, and some tiny fragments bounced on the ground a few times and fell to Shen Qingqiu's feet; the jade pendant also split from the middle, and fell to the foot of the table while entering the bottom of the bed.

When encountering paper fans, embroidered fans and the like, Shen Qingqiu tore them all apart, and threw the ones that could not be torn on the ground.A table of things was shattered by Shen Qingqiu's fall, and Shen Qingqiu was a little exhausted when he fell halfway, but he still wanted to use this method to complain silently.

When the wooden table was destroyed and Shen Qingqiu moved to other places, everything he could see would be smashed to the ground without hesitation. He just wanted to let Luo Binghe understand that he would not give in even if he died.

When the sun was about to set, Shen Qingqiu supported the wall and gasped for breath. The whole house was thrown into a mess by him, and there was almost no place to stay. He stood in the corner and breathed slowly, finally having some joy.

Shen Qingqiu just stood there to recover his strength, and when Luo Binghe came back, he saw that his room was in a mess.

There seemed to be crows chirping outside the window. Shen Qingqiu hated these vulgar and lowly birds. The legendary ominous bird stood outside the house and kept chirping mournfully, presumptuously elongating its tail to attract attention.

Shen Qingqiu frowned deeply. There seemed to be more and more crows, and they gathered together howling and screaming for no reason. Shen Qingqiu was so annoyed by them that he punched the wall fiercely.

The skin on the back of his hand was scratched, bleeding profusely, and the crows outside seemed not to feel the hostility in the room at all, they kept screaming, and Shen Qingqiu couldn't open the door, so he could only endure the continuous strange Call.

How could there be crows outside the animal house? If you think about it, you know it must be used to torture him.

Shen Qingqiu leaned his back against the wall, closed his eyes slightly, and tried his best to ignore the voices that disturbed him.But his mood is too chaotic now, he can't calm down at all, he can only stand and wait for Luo Binghe to come over, so that he at least has a little bit of arrogance to show off.

Shen Qingqiu stood there until midnight, Luo Binghe didn't seem to have the slightest intention of coming over, Shen Qingqiu's masterpiece seemed to be a ridiculous play directed and acted by himself, and no one appreciated it.

It was night, and Shen Qingqiu realized that the room was actually very cold. He was wearing a thin layer of underwear, and he had more or less the cultivation of a golden core. Even if his physical strength was not good, he could still survive.

Shen Qingqiu was actually quite sleepy. After all the fuss during the day and he didn't have a good rest, he squatted down unconsciously, huddled in the corner of the wall and hugged his knees.

It was only now that he realized that his anger at this hour of the afternoon completely wiped out his elegance and cleanliness, and his face as the master of Qingjing Peak was also smashed to pieces, and it was difficult to mend it.

He took pains to design this show, but the person who should come didn't come, all this was like his one-man show, no one watched, only endless ridicule.

Those broken things seemed to have a mouth, mocking him all the time: Shen Qingqiu, look at your current appearance, how ridiculous.

Only then did Shen Qingqiu feel a sense of helplessness and sadness from the bottom of his heart.

After a while, Shen Qingqiu fell into a deep sleep.

Half asleep and half awake, Shen Qingqiu realized that he was not in Luo Binghe's room.

This should still be a firewood shed, exuding a rotten and damp smell, the firewood on Shen Qingqiu's left was already very tired.There are very few places to step down, and there is dust everywhere. If you stand here for a quarter of an hour, you will be covered in disgrace.

Before Shen Qingqiu could look at the surrounding environment, he felt that the dilapidated wooden door was roughly kicked open. When he turned around to look at it, his pupils suddenly shrank into a little bit, and a critical blow was accumulated in the palm of his hand.

Young Master Qiu led several servants to break into the woodshed, but did not find Shen Qingqiu's existence.Shen Qingqiu squinted his eyes, and withdrew his spiritual power again. He clearly knew that Master Qiu was dead, so now he was in a dream.

Shen Qingqiu backed away without changing his face, the hatred in his eyes remained undiminished, he watched Master Qiu spat on the ground with cold eyes, cursing in his mouth, but "Shen Jiu, this beast", "low-spirited child" and "bitch" and other idiomatic words.

Shen Jiu was not in this room, he probably went to cut firewood, Young Master Qiu always has various methods to torture him, Shen Qingqiu has experienced it personally, so it is not surprising to see Shen Jiu come back.

Putting his hands on his waist, Shen Qingqiu watched as Shen Jiu was carrying a large bundle of firewood, his thin back couldn't support the weight of the firewood and kept collapsing, his pale face seemed to bear the burden of humiliation.The clothes on his body were probably scratched by the wooden thorns on the firewood branches, and the original color of the cloth could no longer be seen, it was torn and torn, and it was stained with thick layers of dust.

As soon as Shen Jiu entered the door, he was kicked to the ground by Young Master Qiu. He may have exhausted his physical strength and did not have any resistance. The skin on his elbow was scratched, and the blood that flowed out was mixed with dust, making it very dirty.

It was only when he fell that Shen Qingqiu could see clearly that Shen Jiu's exposed arm was full of welts, which should have been newly wounded, swollen one by one, very unsightly.

As for other injuries on Shen Jiu's body, Shen Qingqiu was as clear as a mirror.He was already weak, and it was difficult for him to maintain a completely rational mind after falling into a dream, but the strange thing was that he felt that his spiritual power was abundant now.Shen Qingqiu squinted his eyes and looked at Young Master Qiu.

Master Qiu kicked Shen Jiu to the ground, but he took the boy's long whip and whipped him, cursing: "Bah! You bastard, it takes so long to chop firewood, and you only have to chop wood. How much? You haven’t had enough of the food you’ve been given? Living and eating for nothing at Qiu’s house, bitch! I’m going to beat you to death today!”

Shen Jiu took a whip, and complained in a low voice, shivering: "Didn't it be cut down a lot... and the mountain is far away..."

The little servant next to him pointed his ears and said, "Master! He scolded you!"

Shen Jiu opened her eyes slightly: "How could I scold him..."

Young Master Qiu immediately became furious, became furious, and his hands became stronger: "How dare you talk back! Bitch, did I let you talk! I can't beat you to death today, bah, beast!"

Probably due to lack of physical strength, Young Master Qiu threw the whip to his servants after beating him for a while, and waved his hand: "Beat him hard, don't beat him to death."

The servant then swung the long whip and lashed at Shen Jiu's body one after another. Shen Jiu lay on the ground, tightly clutching the rope that tied the firewood, blood dripped down the palm of his hand.

Shen Qingqiu rubbed the knuckles of his index finger with his thumb, staring at Shen Jiu on the ground, the next moment his palm exerted force suddenly, and his spiritual power transformed into a long whip.