【Ice Nine】Cage

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Shen Qingqiu woke up covered in cold sweat, his heart beating like a drum, beating violently as if his whole heart was about to burst out of his chest.

Touching the residual heat from the other half of the bed, it was like falling into an ice cellar.

He rolled and crawled, and even got out of bed in a little embarrassment, his slender fingers trembling slightly, and continued to light the candle that was about to burn out.

The room brightened up, but it couldn't make Shen Qingqiu feel more at ease.

He stared blankly at the bean of light, his fingertips hovering over the outline of the halo.

A sudden pain in his fingertips pulled Shen Qingqiu out of the quagmire of thoughts.He came back to his senses, ignoring his burnt fingers, the figure hastily dug out all the candles he could find, gritted his teeth and lit them one by one.

Cold sweat soaked his clothes, but Shen Qingqiu shrank back on the bed as if unconscious.

He didn't lie down again, but wrapped up the quilt and surrounded himself tightly.

The room was as bright as daylight, but it couldn't even give a false sense of security.

He just had another nightmare.

Ever since he lost his hearing, he has had nightmares day after day.In the final analysis, it was because he was restless.

Shen Qingqiu himself is an extremely sensitive person, and in his current physical condition, it is even more prominent.

He couldn't help thinking wildly, his always clear and rational mind was in a mess, because there were many things he couldn't say, so the fermentation in his heart became more intense.

After being unable to perceive the outside world with hearing, once you close your eyes, you will see the chaotic darkness that can suffocate people.In his own world, there is no breath of life.He began to be afraid of sleeping with his eyes closed, because he seemed to be facing a lonely death when he was not asleep, and he began to have endless nightmares after a light sleep.

Under such circumstances, no matter how calm Shen Qingqiu was before, his rationality would collapse.

In recent days, it has become more and more difficult for him to fall asleep. Even if Mu Qingfang prescribes sleep aids, it can only make him fall into a very shallow sleep state. In the middle of sleep, he will still wake up from various nightmares, causing him to lose consciousness. very bad.

However, in such a bad situation, Shen Qingqiu discovered with some sadness that now he was leaning on Luo Binghe, and he was able to sleep very peacefully.

This recognition made him feel humiliated, but it was undeniable that the temperature and heartbeat of that person made him feel at ease.

However, Luo Binghe obviously slept with him in his arms tonight, but now in the middle of the night, he didn't know where he went, leaving Shen Qingqiu alone.So his world returned to silence and death. When his mind was unstable, the deafness amplified the anxiety in his heart to the extreme.

So he experienced nightmares again, and then was forced to wake up.

When I woke up, my surroundings were empty, and my heart suddenly lost attachment was faintly fragile, and I was afraid of facing the darkness alone.

Shen Qingqiu hugged Cen Cen's body in cold sweat, and couldn't help but think about all the things that happened in the past few days.

—He really couldn't sleep, he could only think wildly.

Luo Binghe gave him certain authority to walk around within the limited area of ​​the Demon Palace, but Shen Qingqiu was unwilling to go out instead.

He knew that most of the people in the Demon Palace already knew his identity, after all Luo Binghe didn't hide it much anymore.It's just that it's one thing to know that others talk about you behind your back, but it's another thing to be poked at the spine in person.Although he couldn't hear it, the arrogance in his bones couldn't make him ignore it.

Under psychological troubles, he seldom went out again.

But it can't stop the "enthusiasm" of some people.

For example, after Ning Yingying confirmed that Shen Qingqiu lived in this courtyard, she often visited him.

She was still blocked by an invisible barrier and couldn't enter. This result made Shen Qingqiu feel a little bit of joy, so he no longer minded her obtrusive behavior of squatting at the door when she had nothing to do.

Until one day, Ning Yingying took out a few candies wrapped in colorful appearance from her body with a happy face.

Shen Qingqiu's eyes widened, and after the shock, he couldn't restrain his heart from sinking.

Those candies looked so familiar, because one night, a handful of them lay safely in his palm.The same bright appearance, and the same not-so-good taste.

Memory and reality overlapped, and Shen Qingqiu's headache was about to explode.He recalled Liu Mingyan who passed by the door not long ago. She had a very high status in the magic palace, and when she saw Shen Qingqiu, she was very restrained and did not fight him. But there is an unconcealable disdain and hatred in it.

There are also all kinds of women who came to inquire and harass him, all of them wanted to take his life after scolding him with a frown.

Although every time the result was that Luo Binghe coaxed them to be good with soft words, and then when he came back, his body was stained with powder.

Shen Qingqiu looked at it coldly, as if he had been hit in the head.

——It turned out that he was never unique, and Luo Binghe was not alone like him.

This is a game destined to be unequal.

In this way, Luo Binghe doesn't want that little thing that is true or false.

In the extremely bright room, there is loneliness and haze that cannot be dispelled by light or warmth.

Shen Qingqiu thought anxiously, the little beast can't believe it.

But the next moment he couldn't help but confront his own thoughts again, luring himself to yearn for another person's warmth.

His lips were pursed into a hard arc, and the cold sweat on his slightly trembling body was flowing more and more.

Shen Qingqiu was in a trance, and when he looked up, he saw his pale face in the gorgeous mirror in front of the bed.

Like a ghost, ugly.

In the silence, he let out a low cry of collapse, the tension in his heart broke, and finally he couldn't bear the loneliness deprived of vitality, and ran out in a hurry.

When the cold wind blew outside, Shen Qingqiu shuddered violently with the drenched clothes clinging to his body, and then suddenly woke up like a thunderbolt.

It's late autumn now, Shen Qingqiu finally came back to his senses, only to realize that he didn't even wear shoes and socks, and he ran out with his clothes disheveled like this.

He lowered his head and stared at the ground, Yubai's toes were slightly curled up on the cold ground, showing a little helplessness like a child.

Shen Qingqiu thought blankly: What happened to him?How did it become like this?

The uneasy consciousness was instinctively looking for comfort to make him stable, but Shen Qingqiu was a little annoyed at himself like this.

He looked up angrily and wanted to turn around and go back.At this moment, he saw a somewhat surprised person under the faint candle at the door.

It was Luo Binghe who had returned.

The heart beat stealthily in the chest, beckoning it to regain some vitality.

Stepping on the cold ground with both feet, he approached the door step by step until the two of them were very close.

Luo Binghe wanted to hug him, but Shen Qingqiu brushed his hand away, instead grabbing the hem of his clothes with a persistent expression and sniffing lightly.

It smells like blood, not powder.

The thoughts that had been chaotic all night suddenly settled down, like a calm lake.Shen Qingqiu approached in a daze, and carefully snuggled into Luo Binghe's arms.

This is his unique initiative to approach.

Then he felt the familiar heartbeat, right next to his ear, firm and powerful.

Luo Binghe hugged him tightly with one hand, and reached out to touch his cold cheek.

Shen Qingqiu saw that his brows were frowning, and his cool lips could not stop kissing his face lightly, as if he was blaming him for running out in such thin clothes.

The next moment his body vacated, Shen Qingqiu hugged Luo Binghe's neck, allowing him to carry him back into the room.

The room was brightly lit with candles, but it didn't surprise Luo Binghe, or maybe he didn't care, after he put Shen Qingqiu on the bed, he hurriedly knelt down on the edge of the bed, and cleaned Shen Qingqiu carefully with a handkerchief. Transparent feet.

Shen Qingqiu could already hear a little bit of indistinct sound, very subtle, but he could still hear it clearly if he listened intently.

So he heard Luo Binghe ask: "Why did you suddenly run out?"

Of course, Shen Qingqiu couldn't tell him that when he woke up alone, he had a crazy idea of ​​wanting to find him, so he was silent for a while and said, "I can't sleep."

Luo Binghe looked up at him in surprise, and he didn't know whether it was because of his rare speaking, or because of his uncharacteristically soft tone.

Shen Qingqiu looked at him from top to bottom, both feet were still held in his hands, the insteps were pinched a little red.

Luo Binghe smiled into his gaze, and kept wiping his hands.

Then Shen Qingqiu watched Luo Binghe lean over, sucking a deep red mark on Shen Qingqiu's instep.

Lie

Shen Qingqiu buried his head in Luo Binghe's shoulder, sobbing.

It was like a cold winter night coming uncontrollably, but Shen Qingqiu held onto the last handful of fire, so he was bloody and was not willing to let go.Even after touching it, I found that it was a terrifying strength that could burn people, but I still couldn't turn back and linger on it.

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When Shen Qingqiu woke up the next day, he tasted the bitter fruit he had planted. Luo Binghe's energy was simply unmatched by ordinary people, and it was useless for him to break down and beg for mercy.

But fortunately, he also knew how to clean up Shen Qingqiu, and behaved like the most gentle and considerate lover, apart from the inevitable various soreness on his body, he was now in the most comfortable state.

While drinking tea to digest food after a good lunch, Shen Qingqiu caught a few vague words from Gou Yan's mouth which kept opening and closing.

He put down his cup and asked doubtfully, "Is the little bastard injured?"

There's no reason, he was so energetic last night, so he didn't look a little injured.

Gou Yan couldn't agree with Shen Xianshi's addressing of his own monarch, he tactfully ignored this address, and rightly regarded it as the interest between the two of them.

He knew that Shen Qingqiu's ears were not good yet, but he could already distinguish subtle voices, so he moved closer, keeping a non-offensive distance, and said, "According to what I heard in the morning, it's like this."

Shen Qingqiu frowned, thought for a while, and said: "Take me to find him."

"Hey..." Gou Yan wanted to stop Shen Qingqiu who got up and walked out, but he didn't dare, so he took a piece of clothes to put on him, and obediently led the way.

How could he dare to say that it must be his own lord who wanted to be lazy, so he used the excuse of being injured, and logically pushed all the complicated affairs to Lord Mobei. Maybe the lord is enjoying the beauty around his knees now.

Sure enough, when the king went to the bedroom, there was a burst of laughter, which made Gou Yan's heart twitch.

It's a bit loud...I'm afraid Master Shen could hear it.

He turned his head to look at Shen Qingqiu's face, as expected, it was already very ugly.

Gou Yan thought that he would immediately turn around and go back, after all, he would not think that Master Shen, who is so arrogant, could endure his master's promiscuity.

But he was wrong. Although Shen Qingqiu's face was ashen, and he wanted to turn around several times, he finally stepped into Luo Binghe's bedroom.

Suddenly, a person dressed in green clothes appeared at the backlight of the door, and all the noise died away. All the Yingying and Yanyan turned their heads in surprise. After seeing the person coming, they all had different expressions, but none of them would be welcoming.

The smell of makeup and powder in the room made Shen Qingqiu sick, but he just stood there quietly, his eyes calm and unwavering, and he curled his fingers uncontrollably under the scrutiny of a few acquaintances.

Luo Binghe pushed away the women gathered beside him, came over to pull Shen Qingqiu to sit down, approached him and smiled and said, "Why are you here?" Then he gave Gou Yan behind him a meaningful look, and put Gou Yan His scalp was numb, and he wanted to cry without tears.

Shen Qingqiu listened to his relaxed tone that was natural and did not avoid suspicion, tried his best not to get angry, stared at him and said: "I heard that you are injured, let's take a look."

Luo Binghe was taken aback for a moment, pinched his fingertips and actually smiled lightly.

He waved away everyone, and pulled Shen Qingqiu to sit on the edge of the bed.

All the female relatives were reluctant, but they dared not disobey Luo Binghe's order, but before leaving, they all gouged out Shen Qingqiu with vicious eyes.

Shen Qingqiu pretended not to know, but Liu Mingyan gave him a lukewarm look before going out, which made him feel a little shy.

I don't know why, every time I see this nephew of his, the bad premonition in my heart becomes stronger, as if something bad is about to approach him.

After everyone went out, Luo Binghe lay back on the bed, frowning pretendingly, but with a smile in his eyes, he said softly: "The disciple is indeed injured, it's a bit serious, the master came to see the disciple, really It makes the disciples very happy."

Shen Qingqiu glanced at him, sat on the edge of the bed and wanted to pull his hand back, but ignored it.

But Luo Binghe held his fingertips tightly, and put his slender fingers on his chest.

Shen Qingqiu touched the fiercely beating heart of his subordinates, he was a little dazed, but when he came back to his senses, he immediately thought of the scene where he was hanging out with a bunch of people just now, he felt extremely dirty in his heart, and he didn't want to let him touch it, so he resolutely pulled his hand back , Disgusted: "Dirty to death."

Luo Binghe's face darkened for a moment, but immediately returned to normal, and forced him to hug him tightly from behind.

Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and elbowed back, Luo Binghe didn't dodge or dodge, he got hit, let out a muffled groan, and he hissed: "Master, this disciple is still injured, please ask Master Show mercy."

Injured and still flirting?You are a liar.Shen Qingqiu was extremely disgusted and struggled not to let him hug him.

Luo Binghe was pushed by him, and fell down on the bed, frowning in pain, coupled with his pale complexion, it was quite convincing, as if Shen Qingqiu's elbow had displaced his internal organs.

Shen Qingqiu didn't like him. Luo Binghe's act of showing weakness like this made his hairs stand on end. The Luo Binghe he knew was not so coy.

Luo Binghe took Shen Qingqiu's hand, and his five fingers smoothly inserted into Shen Qingqiu's fingertips, holding him firmly.

Shen Qingqiu turned from annoyed to helpless, grabbed him hard, and said coldly: "Get up."

Luo Binghe got up and leaned against the head of the bed, his dark pupils were sliver of light, the corners of his mouth curled up habitually, he was playing with Shen Qingqiu's fingers, staring straight at him without speaking.

Shen Qingqiu was uncomfortably stared at by him, turned his face away, and said, "Let go, I'm going back."

Luo Binghe said: "Master rarely comes to look for disciples, so stay here."

"Do not."

What good can happen if you stay?Shen Qingqiu felt that he didn't want to stay longer.

He wanted to leave, but was held tightly by Luo Binghe. In the end, he lost his temper and asked coldly, "What on earth are you going to do?"

Luo Binghe lay on his shoulders, leaving a few marks on his warm and delicate neck, and there was a hint of teasing in his voice: "The disciple is hungry, I wonder if the master can give me a favor and let the disciple taste the master's craftsmanship?"

Shen Qingqiu said with a wooden face: "I can't."

After half an hour.

Shen Qingqiu came in with a bowl of porridge expressionlessly, slammed the bowl on the table with a "bang", and said angrily, "Come and eat!"

No one dared to ask him to cook!

Luo Binghe was stunned for a moment, then lay down on the bed and laughed unceremoniously, and lingered to the table before Shen Qingqiu got completely angry.

Shen Qingqiu sat at the other end of the table, obviously very unhappy, because hearing is still a big problem, so even though he cooked only the simplest porridge, it took him a lot of effort, and even his hair was pulled up a little. Pinch so that he almost set the kitchen on fire.

He was furious, when suddenly a warm veil was placed on his face, and he wiped it gently against his skin.

It turned out that he himself didn't know that he was so embarrassed that it was a little funny, and there was a lot of soot on his face.

God knows why he went crazy to make food for the little beast!

Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth, and when the veil fell, he happened to see Luo Binghe's smiling eyes, and the clean robes he had carefully changed. The anger in his heart seemed to be poured with ice water. He pursed his lips without saying a word.

The porridge in front of him was still steaming warmly, Luo Binghe picked up the bowl and took a sip, swallowing it without showing emotion.

Shen Qingqiu seemed unintentional, but secretly stared at Luo Binghe's expression.

Luo Binghe didn't seem to see Shen Qingqiu's expression, and calmly took one sip after another.

When there was still half of the porridge left in the bowl, Luo Binghe seemed to suddenly remember something, put down the bowl, and said to Shen Qingqiu: "Disciple, go out for a while, come back right away."

Pointing to the bowl of porridge on the table, he bent his eyes and said with a smile: "This is for disciples, Master, please don't steal it."

Shen Qingqiu snorted coldly, and after Luo Binghe went out, he picked up the bowl and took a sip unceremoniously.

The taste is still good.

Shen Qingqiu, who almost burned the kitchen down, was a little proud of it.

Luo Binghe talked for a while, and came back with a bowl of steaming hot things in his hand.

He put the exquisite porcelain bowl in front of Shen Qingqiu, and said with a smile: "Master, have a taste of the disciple's craftsmanship?"

Shen Qingqiu frowned and said, "I just came here after I finished eating." But he still picked up the spoon and took a bite.

Then his face went black.

Luo Binghe asked: "How does it taste?"

Shen Qingqiu was speechless.

It's not that it's bad, but it's too good.A simple porridge was suddenly made by Luo Binghe to be extremely delicious.

In such a comparison, the bowl I made by myself is simply an embarrassment.

After a while, Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and said, "Little bastard, if you want to laugh at me, you can just point it out."

"How could it be?" Luo Binghe finished the bowl of bland porridge that Shen Qingqiu made in one gulp, and said with a smile: "Of course what Master gave is the best, this disciple just wants to give Master the best too. "

When the spoon touched the edge of the bowl, it made a crisp sound, like jade and stone colliding, which made people's hearts rippling.

Shen Qingqiu lowered his eyes, stirring the porridge in front of him in a trance, but the tips of his ears covered by his long hair felt a little hot.

This day Luo Binghe restrained his lust rarely, and at night simply slept with his arms around Shen Qingqiu.

In the following period of time, Shen Qingqiu lived in unprecedented ease.

Maybe it was two simple bowls of porridge that broke some of the barriers between him and Luo Binghe. There was never a harmony between the two of them. At least Luo Binghe would always return to his small yard after dark, and those who The messy things didn't bother Shen Qingqiu anymore.

It seemed that there was a wordless warmth flowing between the two, but no one broke it.

However, there was always something that made Shen Qingqiu feel uneasy, which gradually became a thorn in his heart.

Today, Shen Qingqiu's ears were finally completely healed by Mu Qingfang, and the long-standing haze in his heart finally dispelled a little, because the loss of part of his senses really made him very insecure, and his reason was once on the verge of breaking out.

After Mu Qingfang left, Shen Qingqiu wanted to sit down peacefully and read a book, but he was probably too excited to read a few words for a long time.

He rubbed his eyebrows and gave up.

Chasing away Gou Yan who wanted to follow him, Shen Qingqiu stepped out of the courtyard.

He wanted to find Luo Binghe.

His heart cleared up, and even the gloomy atmosphere of the devil world made him less annoying.

But the good mood didn't last long, Shen Qingqiu's joy was gone.

He saw Liu Mingyan approaching him, standing in front of him with a beautiful figure.

In fact, the two of them met quite a lot, but every time Liu Mingyan just cast a neutral look, which contained many meanings.

Shen Qingqiu knew that she would always come looking for him, so he wasn't too surprised.

The two stood facing each other, their same cold eyes did not budge from the collision.

After a long time, Liu Mingyan's clear voice sounded, she seemed to understand the matter between Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe very well, she said indifferently: "Shen Qingqiu, please take care of yourself." Then she brushed past him.

Shen Qingqiu was inexplicably taken aback, obviously he didn't expect the accumulation of grievances and grievances between the two of them for so long to end up with such a fluffy sentence.

He didn't look back, and frowned, "What do you mean?"

Liu Mingyan's calm voice came again: "What do you want from Binghe? You also know that Binghe is the master of the demon world, and he has countless admirers behind him. You can't help but know how proud he is. Do you think you can do it?" Can you hold his sincerity, or can you let him keep you alone?"

She said, "You and I both know that's impossible."

The faint voice faded away, leaving only a few simple words swaying in Shen Qingqiu's heart.

Shen Qingqiu didn't know how he got back to his yard, he turned back in the end and didn't go to find Luo Binghe.

All the bad emotions were stirred up after Liu Mingyan said a few simple words, and they were so turbulent in Shen Qingqiu's heart that they couldn't be controlled.

He was fidgeting in the room, and when he sat down, he stood up and paced irritably, going back and forth, making Gou Yan faint.

Gou Yan stared at him and said: "Master Shen, what's wrong with you?"

"You said the little bastard..." The voice stopped abruptly, Shen Qingqiu quickly stopped talking, and kept his mouth shut.

Gou Yan said: "Master Immortal, if you have anything to say, you can directly tell the Lord, it's better than worrying about it alone."

Shen Qingqiu's spinning body suddenly stopped, as if enlightened, a few gleams of light suddenly appeared in his gloomy heart.

Indeed, I am useless here, it is better to ask the little bastard for clarification.

Shen Qingqiu's head was hot, under normal circumstances he would never do such an embarrassing and irrational thing, but before he regained his senses, his body had already walked out quickly.

He woke up suddenly on the way to Luo Binghe's office, screwed himself a few times secretly, felt that it was extremely unbearable, scolded the culprit in his heart, the little beast, and resolutely turned his head and walked back.

Just as Shiqiao was about to walk over, he suddenly heard two familiar voices from the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Shen Qingqiu hid himself under the stone bridge, listening carefully to the conversation between Luo Binghe and Liu Mingyan.

Liu Mingyan's tone was as calm as ever, but those who knew her well knew that she was a little angry now.

She looked straight into Luo Binghe's eyes, not giving him room to escape, and said directly: "Binghe, what exactly are you going to do with Shen Qingqiu?"

Shen Qingqiu's heart tightened, he never expected that she and Luo Binghe were talking about him.In fact, it is reasonable to think about it, because Luo Binghe seems to have kept nothing from Liu Mingyan, so she is very clear about the problems between the two of them.

Luo Binghe still had that gentle tone, and said, "How about what?"

Liu Mingyan said: "Don't you think you are too much to Shen Qingqiu? Don't forget what kind of person Shen Qingqiu is, and even, he is an enemy who hates you to the bone. I thought you It will be clear."

Hearing what he said, Shen Qingqiu seemed to be dazed, and actually felt a little bit of secret joy.

It turns out that I am different.

After a long time, Luo Binghe didn't reply out loud, Shen Qingqiu covered his heart, finally feeling a little bit down.

He was about to leave with a different expectation, but he didn't want to turn his head and caught a glimpse of Luo Binghe holding Liu Mingyan into his arms and gently wiping the corners of her slightly wet eyes.

He said: "What are you thinking? Just for fun."

Suddenly, I was in the freezing cold.

Shen Qingqiu never imagined that he would have such a day of despair.

He froze under the bridge, unable to move an inch.

The fun of it……

The power of words is no less than that of sharp arrows, piercing Shen Qingqiu's heart so that it is full of holes and blood.

His eyes were blurred, and everything he saw was black in bursts.

Only at this moment, he would rather be a deaf person who cannot hear.

His thoughts were too turbulent, so he didn't hear Luo Binghe's questioning and anyone's shouting, and he didn't feel the spiritual flow directly hitting his face.

There was a sudden pain on his forehead, and the next moment blood flowed into his eyes, and came out with a different kind of liquid that had been accumulated.

Shen Qingqiu stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, stood there blankly, his body swayed unsteadily, scarlet blood gushing down from between his fingers.

In the blood red sky, he saw a luxurious black dress before him, and heard Luo Binghe's startled voice: "Shen Qingqiu?"

Shen Qingqiu's nose and eyes were extremely sore, his head was hit dizzily, he opened his hands blankly, when Luo Binghe came over to hug him, he shook his head and muttered: "I have to carry..."

Luo Binghe squatted and carried him on his back, softly said: "Okay."

The two were close to each other in silence, but the intimate distance made Shen Qingqiu feel chills all over.

After a long time, Luo Binghe's ethereal voice came: "Sorry."

I don't know which one it is for.

Shen Qingqiu was in a daze, and when he touched the broad back, his empty eyes closed, and the hot liquid rolled down on Luo Binghe's neck, together with the sticky and bright red blood, unscrupulous.

He suddenly said: "Liar..."

The back of the person who was carrying him suddenly stiffened almost imperceptibly, and then Luo Binghe's voice fell into his ears: "What did I lie to you?"

Shen Qingqiu had a splitting headache, and his bloodless cheeks were red with a fishy smell. He grabbed Luo Binghe's skirt and moaned in pain: "I don't know... I don't know... a liar..."

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It was still a bit chilly at night in the Demon Realm in late autumn, Gou Yan shivered slightly when he got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and was really startled when he saw the figure in Tsing Yi sitting on the porch.

Shen Qingqiu's brows were gloomy, and he was sitting alone.Three points cold, seven points lonely.

Gou Yan was a little strange, he didn't know why Jun Shang didn't come tonight, and he didn't know why a person who was fine in the morning came back at noon with his face stained with blood.

He was a little worried, but he didn't dare to disturb him too much, he took a thick dress lightly and put it on Shen Qingqiu, and said carefully: "Master Immortal, do you have a severe headache?"

Shen Qingqiu looked over with blank eyes, and murmured: "It hurts? No, I don't hurt..."

Gou Yan couldn't bear it, but he didn't know what happened, so he could only keep silent.

Under the dim light, Shen Qingqiu's face was pale, and he looked more like a ghost than when he was tortured by losing his senses.

He glanced sideways at Gou Yan who was sleeping beside him, and then turned his head to stare blankly at the faint light at the door.

It was because he thought too much, he was never a lonely passer-by in winter nights, and Luo Binghe was not a warm fire that could save him, but a scorching flame as always, which would burn everything into a handful of embers.

The light gradually brightens, which is the unique coldness of the devil world.

Gou Yan was terrified, and when he woke up, he was about to help Shen Xianshi wash up, but he found that the familiar green shirt was gone after searching the entire yard, and all the light and valuable things in the room were gone.

After a while, there was a heart-piercing howl from the yard: "Your Majesty! Master Shen is gone!!!"