My old enemy wants to spoil me [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 18

When Shang Qing woke up the next day, his mind was full of the words "responsible and unlucky" and "scumbag", and he felt bad all over.

He looked up at the ceiling and thought, yeah, where's my sword?

Shang Yuchen's sword is called "Delusion".

Looking at these two words in detail, it actually quite matches his life and disposition, and there is a kind of mysterious meaning that is not clear.

Delusion is the sword that Sword Master Yunyan personally handed over to Shang Yuchen when he was a beginner. Logically speaking, it should never be an ominous sword that can be used to form a blood contract.

Moreover, Shang Yuchen has carried it for decades, and there are as many people who have seen the Sword of Delusion as gravel, and no one has ever thought it was a fierce sword.

So where is the "lust" now?

Shang Qing doesn't know, neither does the system and the plot, so probably only Huangqing can tell Shang Qing.

But Shang Qing is not sure whether the delusion will fall into a dream again tonight.

Because he kept thinking about this matter in his heart, Shang Qing didn't even have the idea of ​​going out today. He seemed to be a little dazed and couldn't keep up his spirits. He was just waiting to go to bed early at night.

Fortunately, there was no class for him in the missionary school today, otherwise he might be absent on the second day of school.

Only at noon, Shang Qing couldn't bear the hunger, so he came out of the room and went to Senior Brother Qin's Bailu Garden for dinner.

"Why are you so lethargic today?" Qin Che asked, seeing that Shang Qing was in a state of confusion.

Shang Qing whispered back: "I had a nightmare last night and didn't sleep well."

Qin Che said: "Then I'll get you some tranquilizing incense after dinner, remember to light it when you go back."

"En." Shang Qing responded.

But he didn't dare to tell Qin Che that he was actually just waiting to have another dream so that delusion would come to him.

When the lunch was served, Shang Qing raised his head and looked around, only to realize why Yan Qi wasn't here today?

Shang Qing touched Yan Zhifan next to him with his elbow, and asked, "Where's Yan Qi?"

Because Yan Zhifan didn't have class today, he resumed his old habit of staying in bed and didn't get up until noon.At this moment, he thought for a while with sleepy eyes, and then replied: "It seems that he went to Fufeng City last night for something, and he hasn't come back yet."

Shang Qing remembered what happened last night, and his head became clearer.

Yan Qi said at the time that he would find a way to resolve the matter of the blood contract, so that Shang Qing could trust him.Was it because of this incident that he went out overnight?

He was really into it.

Shang Qing thought, Yan Qi is not only good-looking, but also has a demeanor like frost and snow.But he is not indifferent, he does not feel alienated when getting along with each other on weekdays, on the contrary, he hides concern everywhere.

I had only known him for a few days, and not only did he help me keep such an important secret as the blood contract, but he also went to work to solve this matter.

It was great to meet such a friend.

After Shang Qing finished his meal, he packed up the dishes and went back to his room.

After staying up until night, Shang Qing didn't bother to light a candle, and wrapped herself in the bed as soon as the quilt was covered, closing her eyes and meditating in her heart: You must come, you must come!

However, things backfired, the more Shang Qing wanted to fall asleep, the more he couldn't fall asleep.

After tossing and turning like a pancake for an unknown amount of time, he finally exhausted himself and sank into the darkness in a daze.

The endless darkness in the dream was still the same as yesterday.

It's just that the sound of water dripping disappeared, and the smell of blood in the wind also disappeared.Instead, there was the sound of heavy chains and extremely cold air.

Shang Qing was clearly in a dream, but she was still so cold that she hugged her arms.

The kid in the cloak yesterday was sitting there with his knees hugged. Compared with yesterday when he rushed up and strangled his neck, he was much more obedient today.

Shang Qing approached it cautiously, and asked softly: "Are you... delusional?"

The child raised his head, but the cloak was too big to cover his face, and only a small half of his face could be seen, but it was not difficult to imagine his angry expression.

His tone was fierce and aggrieved, and he said loudly to Shang Qing: "You only recognized it now! Tell me, did you forget me at all!"

Shang Qing rubbed the tip of his nose, a little ashamed, if something happened yesterday, he really couldn't remember the sword.

So Shang Qing said sincerely, "I'm sorry."

Luanqing was originally extremely fierce, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly lost his anger, and his small mouth curled away, leaving him feeling aggrieved.

Only then did Shang Qing realize that under the cover of the wide cloak, there were many chains entwined around the small body of Lu Qing.

No wonder Huangqing didn't jump up and hit people today, it turned out he couldn't move.

The chains stretched out from the darkness, from his hands to his feet to his neck, without letting go of any one place, imprisoning him firmly in place.As long as you move a little, you can hear the sound of the chains colliding.

Shang Qing: "This is... what's wrong?"

"It's not because you used another sword yesterday." Luanqing lowered her head and whispered, "I was so angry that I collapsed the original tower, and they locked it up."

Shang Qing suddenly felt uncomfortable: "Where are you now? Tell me, I'll come to you, okay?"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Qing, who had obviously calmed down just now, suddenly raised his head again, making a series of noises from the chain.He said fiercely: "Don't come!"

Shang Qing was stunned, wondering why the child was so contradictory.

Obviously it was so fierce yesterday, and I blamed Shang Qing for not looking for it, why did Shang Qing ask where it was today, but it was overbearing and refused to go?

Luanqing said again: "Are you a fool? They just want to lure you out by holding on to me. You are so weak now, come here and rush to die again!"

"Then what should I do?" Shang Qing felt more and more panicked in his heart, he squatted down in front of Luanqing, and raised his hand to caress the top of his head.

Luanqing lightly rubbed Shang Qing's palm, then retracted immediately.

His tone was still so fierce: "I don't care, you are not allowed to come anyway! You are not allowed to touch other swords, if you dare to touch me, I will kill you!"

But Shang Qing felt that the face under the cloak must have been red-eyed.

There was a pain in the chest, and the pain made the eye sockets sore, but Shang Qing didn't know what he could do.

You are right, I blame myself for being too weak.

If it was the former Shang Yuchen, he would never be as helpless as he is at this moment.

Shang Qing wanted to touch Luanqing's cheek, but only found a line of cold water. Does Jian also cry?

Shang Qing suddenly felt that the pain in his heart began to spread to the surroundings, making his consciousness seem to have fallen into the deep sea, becoming blurred.

Suddenly there was a sword cry, long and silent, like snow like frost, with a biting breath dispelling all anxiety.

"Clear, wake up."

In a trance, Shang Qing heard someone calling his name, the voice was blowing like the wind, a little anxious.

Ah, is it really a dream? I haven't heard this name for a long time. Shang Qing felt that his eyelids became heavy, and he didn't stop it from falling slowly.

Everything disappeared, and Shang Qing lost consciousness again.

……

When he woke up again, Shang Qing saw that the room was lit with candles.

Yan Qi came back at some point, standing by the bed, holding a long sword in his hand.

Shang Qing felt a pain in his head. Something seemed to have happened at the end of the dream just now, but because his consciousness is too vague, he can hardly remember anything now.

Yan Qi supported his shoulders, let him sit up comfortably, and then handed him a glass of water: "You are trapped by the nightmare, drink slowly."

"Thank you." Shang Qing took the water glass, neither hot nor cold, which is the most suitable temperature for drinking.

Holding the cup and resting for a while, Shang Qing recovered from the trance, and asked Yan Qi: "What time is it now?"

Yan Qi: "It's not the time yet."

When Shang Qing thought about it, it was not yet eleven o'clock.I went to bed very early today, and I have slept for about two hours now.

"I knocked on the door and saw that you didn't answer, so I just walked in." Yan Qi said.

Shang Qing looked in front of the door, and sure enough the door was ajar, it seems that the lock was broken by Yan Qi.

Shang Qing didn't take it to heart, and said: "It's okay, let's find brother to do it tomorrow, he should be asleep now."

"I borrowed a sword from my little uncle. With this sword as a guide, I can suppress the murderous weapon of your previous sword, thus erasing the blood curse on your body." Yan Qi raised the long sword in his hand and gave it to Shang Qing Wang said, "Looking at the situation just now, the blood contract has already had a considerable impact on you, and it cannot be delayed any longer."

"Hmm." Upon hearing Yan Qi's words, Shang Qing suddenly regained consciousness.

Uncle?Isn't that... Yan Linhan?

This relationship is so subtle that Shang Qing didn't dare to think about it, did Yan Qi know that Yan Linhan almost died at his hands back then.But Yan Linhan didn't know that he borrowed this sword for himself.

But Shang Qing didn't dare to ask.

He had no choice but to say side-by-side: "That Yan Zhenjun..."

"He happened to be in Fufeng City, and he didn't come to Chonghuazong. I will send the sword back after I finish using it." Yan Qi seemed to know what Shang Qing wanted to ask, and answered quickly.

Shang Qing lowered his head, thinking to himself, sword cultivators have always attached great importance to the sword in their hands, and it is impossible to hand it over to others easily.

Now that Yan Linhan's sword has arrived, but the person hasn't come, it seems that he is still avoiding it.

But with the relationship between Shang Qing and him, taboo should be avoided.Yan Linhan's willingness to borrow the sword is probably because of the face of the younger generation at home.

Yan Qi took the empty water glass in Shang Qing's hand, sat down beside him, and asked seriously: "Can we start?"

Shang Qing hesitated for a moment, remembering the delusionful voice in the dream just now, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Can I not erase the blood contract...I..."

After saying this, Shang Qing also felt a little unreasonable.

Yan Qi spent so much effort to borrow the sword from Yan Linhan, and hurried back from Fufeng City, just to break the blood contract for himself.

When things came to an end, he flinched again.

Yan Qi rarely vetoed Shang Qing's words firmly: "If the blood contract is not removed, not only will you not be able to use the sword, but it will also affect your body. Today your situation is already very bad."

Seeing that Shang Qing didn't make a sound, Yan Qi comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt too much, okay?"

Shang Qing bit her lip, and finally stretched out her right hand obediently.

Yan Qi slowly drew out the blade in his hand, and saw the sword energy pouring down like moonlight, and surrounded by frost and snow.

It is not stained with mortal dust, but it is extremely cold.

The blade of the sword was attached to the skin of the wrist, and Shang Qing felt a burst of coldness.Gu Chen's spiritual breath lingered around his wrist, outlining the blood curse engraved in his flesh and blood.

Compared with last night, the color of the blood curse became more vivid, as if it was really about to drip blood.

Sword Qi Rushuang cut into the blood curse from four directions at the same time, Shang Qing's wrist tightened, but he was not actually injured.Sword Qi is invisible and qualityless, as long as the person controlling it has no killing intent, the sword Qi will not hurt anyone.

But he still felt pain, not a pain in his wrist, but a dull pain from his heart.

Shang Qing suddenly seemed to have auditory hallucinations in his ears, and he heard a subdued and subdued cry, as if he bit his lip but still couldn't suppress it.

Falsely speaking, it hurts, it hurts.

Why don't you want me?

Is it because I am not strong enough?Did it hurt you so much when I absorbed the essence and blood?Then I will change it in the future, please don't leave me again, I am so sad and hurt.

The sword air flowed, and the blood curse disintegrated inch by inch from the inside. The cold air seemed gentle enough under Yan Qi's control, but Shang Qing still slowly began to tremble.

It was as if a scar had been torn open in his heart, and then it was torn open again and again with the cries of delusion.

The pain was so bad that I could barely breathe.

"Woo..." Shang Qing let out a sad cry from his lips.

Yan Qi suddenly trembled, raised his hand to wrap his arms around his shoulders, gently stroked his back, and comforted him in a low voice: "Does it hurt? I'll be more careful, okay, it will be over soon, soon."

Shang Qing has no time to think about Yan Qi's words, his connection with Luanqing is closer than imagined.

The cries of delusion became more and more shrill, and Shang Qing felt that he was about to collapse.

As if lost in thought, he pressed his forehead against Yan Qi's chest.With tears in his eyes, he murmured: "I don't want it anymore, it hurts so much... I will never use the sword anymore... Stop, please stop..."

Yan Qi's usually calm tone lost his sense in an instant. He immediately sheathed his sword and hugged Shang Qing into his arms: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be in such pain. I won't move it, okay?"

The sword energy disappeared, and the blood curse that had been half broken flashed, and then returned to its original appearance, hidden in the flesh and blood.

The voice in Shang Qing's ear gradually disappeared, and the pain in his heart gradually dissipated.

He came back to his senses panting, but he didn't even dare to raise his head.

Shang Qing knew very well that he didn't suffer any trauma, but Yan Qi had to stop halfway, letting all previous efforts go to waste.

It's so embarrassing, it must be ugly.

Yan Qi didn't speak either, he just hugged Shang Qing as before.

So Shang Qing didn't dare to move anymore.

What to do, I feel embarrassed to death no matter what I do.

The candlelight flickered slightly, and there was no other sound in the room, Shang Qing could only hear the heartbeats of himself and Yan Qi.

Help, is there anything that can save this embarrassing situation.

As if he heard Shang Qing's prayer, someone pushed open the half-open door.

Qin Che held in his hand the requiem incense that Shang Qing forgot to take away at noon, with a look of surprise on his face, he said in a horrified tone: "What are you doing?"

Shang Qing: "..."

It's over, it's more embarrassing than before.