【Ice Nine】Cage

If the situation here can be felt personally, it is probably the blood and despair that permeates the entire space.

The huge fiery red waves in the darkness burst out with a burning enthusiasm, which was as brilliant as the bloody red crawling all over the ground.The most flirtatious, but also the cruelest.

Plasma squirmed and filled the stone pits, large or small, chasing each other, scrambling to reach Shen Qingqiu's feet.

Thick and dense, it should be hot, carrying the owner's unbearable pain and fear.

Shen Qingqiu stared at the dark red streaks, and could even hear the tiny sound of them rolling over the cracks in the rocks. His scalp was numb, and he flinched back involuntarily.

Luo Binghe was directly opposite him, his hoarse and ugly voice was soaked in blood foam, and the cries choked from the bottom of his throat were mixed with vague words, which could not be heard clearly in the sticky blood red.

The school uniform of Qingjing Peak, the youthful Luo Binghe, and the extra-deep blood on the chest...that was stabbed by him, by his own hands!

This is... the endless abyss!

Shen Qingqiu felt a chill in his heart, the unbelievable feeling he felt in this unknown environment made him want to turn around and run away immediately.

He wanted to kill Luo Binghe at the beginning, and he was as happy as a madman, but now that Qianfan is over, if you let him face it calmly again, how could he do it.

Over there, Luo Binghe choked out another sob, obviously his hands were shaking badly, but he still slashed straight at his face.

Shen Qingqiu felt that his hands seemed to be the same as Luo Binghe's now, sometimes they trembled unbelievably after many years, and they were also stained with blood, which had pushed that young man into hell mercilessly.

He didn't know why, but he only felt that the piece of flesh in his chest was being whipped hard by a thorn, making him dripping with blood.

No regrets, but he hurts.

Shen Qingqiu approached Luo Binghe in a strange way, and he stood by the pool of blood a little helplessly, trying to pull Luo Binghe up and stop him from scratching his face, but he passed through the boy's body time and time again.

If you can't touch it, you can only watch helplessly.

"Luo Binghe..." Shen Qingqiu touched his head vainly, not knowing what to feel, and called out softly, only to realize that his throat was so dry that it hurt.

"Master..."

Shen Qingqiu was startled, now that he was getting closer, he could only hear Luo Binghe's vague words.

"I... Master is here." The voice was almost inaudible, a little hard to say, but it was gentle like never before towards Luo Binghe.

The tender flesh on the face was cut off by the stone flakes, leaving jagged wounds, and a stream of blood burst out from the unrecognizable face.

"Master...I am not a devil...The disciple is not a devil...don't want me...don't abandon me...I hurt so much...Master..."

The piece of meat that fell on the ground was also lying in a pool of blood, and the monsters that were about to move around seemed to be afraid, but when a monster took the lead to grab a piece of meat, seeing Luo Binghe just crying without any other reaction, he immediately came up to snatch it. empty.

Luo Binghe was sitting by the stone wall, crying in despair, calling out to the person who would never come, in the gurgling blood, he cut off the demon seal on his face, and the redness that spread continuously on his face when he was possessed by demons. pattern.

The monster at his feet greedily chewed the meat he cut off, but because of the unknown coercion, he didn't dare to invade him further, and just waited beside him, salivating, waiting for the next looting.

"Master...I'm not a demon...Master...look at me...don't want me..."

The helplessness from the abyss crashed into the bottom of Shen Qingqiu's heart through this illusion that was both true and false. He watched the monsters on the ground devouring Luo Binghe's meat, licking Luo Binghe's blood, and Luo Binghe's madman Cruel behavior, unspeakable sorrow suddenly overflowed from the heart.

Shen Qingqiu's stomach was turned upside down, and he propped up the stone wall beside Luo Binghe and retched tears.

After a long time, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve fiercely, put his eyes on his arm, and laughed softly: "Do you think you are not a demon if you cut out the demon seal?! Absurd! You are extremely stupid!"

Of course it was impossible, not to mention that the bloodline could not be changed, at this time the young Luo Binghe hadn't been able to perfectly control the power of the demons in his body, and the cut off flesh grew uncontrollably at a speed visible to the naked eye.It's just endless pain of gouging flesh, hopeless narration and endless waiting in the pain.

The number of times Luo Binghe cried should be counted on one's fingers. No matter how cruelly tortured in the past, he looked back and was as gentle as spring, bowing his head and respectfully calling him Shizun.

But now, the sadness and despair that seemed to be at the end of the road, even Shen Qingqiu, who was a bystander, couldn't move her. Luo Binghe must have had so much pain in his arms that he cried so heart-piercingly.

With a sudden outburst of emotion, Shen Qingqiu turned around abruptly, staring at his reddened eyes, and waved a few critical blows of spiritual power towards the monsters surrounding Luo Binghe, not caring about the consumption of spiritual power.Although, it still doesn't work.

"Luo Binghe..."

Shen Qingqiu felt that everything in front of him was going to burn his heart, liver, spleen and lungs, and his body was hot and cold for a while.

Dazed, he grabbed Luo Binghe's tattered collar, and wanted to slap him hard twice to make him stop, but in the end he could only stand next to Luo Binghe who was still bleeding and scolding: "Luo Binghe, stop!" ! Stop it!"

What should I do?In the end... what should I do? !

Luo Binghe... Luo Binghe!

That piece of blood-drenched stone seemed to be cutting Shen Qingqiu's flesh and blood inch by inch, opening a deep and visible bone wound in the dense and crowded sadness.

Two people who were isolated in different spaces were overwhelmed by the same pain.

"What? Do you know it hurts now?"

An old and ethereal voice suddenly sounded, echoing lightly around, with undisguised disdain.

"Who?!"

Shen Qingqiu's eyes were fixed, he put away his thoughts, turned around and shouted sharply.Finding that the long sword for body protection was not there and had been thrown at the other end, he quickly raised his hand to summon it, swept the sword, and stood straight in front of Luo Binghe.

"laugh."

On the high stone pillar in front of him suddenly appeared an old man sitting cross-legged, dressed luxuriously, with eyes like a falcon, holding half of his face with his hands and squinting at him.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't even touch the illusory things here, but they were real things to him, and he didn't need to say it clearly, but he knew that everything was done by this old man.

Shen Qingqiu pulled the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "Who are you?"

Is it boring to make these things to entertain him? !

The old man stretched his waist, and said briefly: "Dream Demon, a member of the Demon Race, who is good at manipulating dreams, that kid is the host of this old man." He rolled his eyes and continued: "Look at you two who are tossing, this old man I can't stand it anymore, you said you have children, so you can't live a good life?!"

Shen Qingqiu narrowed his eyes dangerously, gritted his teeth and said, "So you created this bullshit illusion to gain sympathy? Are you here to intercede for that little bastard?"

"Wrong." The Dream Demon interrupted him, saying: "It's just that you must know some facts. The old man took a piece of that kid's memory to weave this dream for you. It's illusory, but it's also true. It's that kid. real experience."

……real?

Shen Qingqiu was startled, then cursed: "Fart!"

How could such Luo Binghe be real, impossible!He doesn't believe it!

The Dream Demon sneered and said, "It's guaranteed to be a fake."

Shen Qingqiu's heart skipped a beat, everything in his mind was chaotic, even his breathing was chaotic.

After a long time, he felt that he had calmed down, and said, "What do you want to tell me?" His voice was hoarse and trembling.

The Dream Demon said: "Oh, let me tell you how much that idiot likes you, a duplicity villain."

"what?!"

like?What do you like? !

Shen Qingqiu seemed to be struck by lightning, and in an instant, he seemed to hear some unbelievable joke, and immediately laughed uncontrollably: "Are you making fun of me? Or do you think I'm easy to deceive?"

like?He didn't see Luo Binghe's liking at all!

He softly said: "Like it? So he cut off my hands and feet to make a human pig and put it in the dungeon to fend for itself? Or did he find a shell to drag me back and humiliate me wantonly?" Shen Qingqiu smiled, then turned cold: "Then he likes the devil, I really don't deserve it!"

The Dream Demon was also annoyed, and said angrily, "That's because..."

A puff of black smoke drifted past, the Dream Demon stopped talking, and suddenly transformed around Shen Qingqiu again.

Shen Qingqiu's whole body tensed up, and before he had time to do anything, he was dragged by the succubus and turned to Luo Binghe, who was crying on the ground, crying all his thoughts to despair.

His heart trembled, only to hear the Dream Demon pointing at Luo Binghe and yelling at Shen Qingqiu: "The old man would rather that he didn't like it! But can he control himself?! Can't control him! Take a good look at him now." Meng Meng The demon's hand was just about to poke Luo Binghe's face, and he said with hatred: "Look at his appearance at that time, take a good look for yourself! You beat him, scolded him for harming him and abandoned him, did he ever blame you? ? I have always respected and loved you, and foolishly thought it was you who tempered him! This old man is worried about him!"

The Dream Demon pointed at Luo Binghe's heart and face again, and said loudly: "You stab him with a sword and push him into this endless abyss. He refuses to recognize his identity as a demon, so he mutilates himself endlessly here. Why do you think that is the reason? You still want him just to go back one day! This silly boy only thinks that you abandoned him because of his status as a demon! Ask yourself, is that so!"

"..."

Shen Qingqiu was stunned by the news that the succubi was stuffing him in. He listened blankly, not knowing how to react for a while.Luo Binghe cried again and cut off the new flesh on his face, and drops of blood suddenly splashed straight through the back of Shen Qingqiu's hands.

He withdrew his hand suddenly, as if the scorching heat had really burned through his skin and passed through his flesh and blood.

The dream demon still refused to let him go, and said mockingly: "I don't know what evil is in that kid, but I can't forget you. If the old man didn't put in so much effort to weave countless dreams for him, he would have died a long time ago. gone."

Shen Qingqiu keenly caught something, and said vigilantly: "What dream did you weave him?"

The dream demon gave a "cut" and said disdainfully: "I am his master anyway, so of course I won't harm him. Fortunately, I was able to weave dreams when he was not proficient in manipulating dreams and his mind was unstable. Seeing it like that, and wanting to live in pain with liking, it is better to let him use hatred as an obsession to help him become a demon. As for how to generate hatred, of course weave wherever it hurts."

Shen Qingqiu asked with trembling voice: "Where?"

The Dream Demon said indifferently: "The bullying from the same sect, all kinds of punishments, of course the most important thing is the abandonment of my ruthless master."

"you……"

Shen Qingqiu's fingertips trembled until the sword buzzed, and the blood in his chest surged.

How much does that hurt?It is definitely not comparable to the pain of cutting the flesh of the face.

Old wounds are superimposed with new wounds, and endless despair drowns him, and he can only cry helplessly in the abyss.

The bloody wounds were constantly uncovered, and the flesh and blood were cruelly dug up. Those who thought about them eventually became sworn enemies, and they went to the extreme.

"How dare you?!" Shen Qingqiu felt that he hated to the extreme, and was in pain to the extreme, he shouted angrily, and the sword slashed fiercely at the Dream Demon.

The dream demon escaped in a puff of black smoke, stood back on the stone pillar, pointed at his nose and said angrily: "If the old man didn't do this, would he survive?! Do you think he is a god? He will still bleed, get hurt and hurt. Die! When have you ever looked at him! I think you want him to die! Now you are still accusing the old man?!"

"I……"

Yes, Luo Binghe will also be injured... and will also be hurt...

He used to... like his own...

It's just that liking makes his life worse than death, but hatred can make him revive and be reborn from the cocoon.

All the strength in Shen Qingqiu's body was gone, the long sword fell to the ground, and he stared blankly at Luo Binghe, who was devastated.

When despair filled his heart and hatred blinded his eyes, that bright star-like boy unknowingly became cold and ruthless, and later dominated both worlds of humans and demons, invincible. Carefully, humble and ignorantly liking someone who never looked him in the eye.

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1. Why is the dream of the succubus so watery?Because he stole Brother Bing's memory, if he made a big noise, Brother Bing would stab him to death if he found out

2. Brother Bing has never known that it was the ghost of the dream monster. He only thought that his mind was unstable, and that kind of bad things would play repeatedly in his mind

3. Why use memory to weave dreams for Jiumei?Because there is Bingge's emotion in the memory, it can make Jiumei feel the same, very sour

4. Now I feel that you are just a group of little wolf cubs waiting to be fed, and I am an old hen (...), urged to lay eggs by you all day long [shedding tears of the old hen]

5. Why do so many people think they are called nightmares?They are called Dream Demons!It made me think that I had read it wrong for several years, and I was too disrespectful to the elderly. Demons also have dignity. Face the wall and think about the past!