【Ice Nine】Reborn as slag

If Shang Qinghua read it right, although Luo Binghe had a cold face and finally snorted noncommittally at him, he seemed to smile wryly for a second.

Airplane Juju's whole body tensed up suddenly, and he didn't dare to continue to move. Could it be that he was really guessed by his big-brained writer Juju?

No, no, Brother Bing, you just said that you have lived for many years, right? Then Shen Qingqiu must have been dead for hundreds of years, everyone has turned into ashes, and you have remembered this grudge for too long and too persistent, right? , your father, I made the paranoia you portrayed a bit darker in the end, but you don't have to be so perverted as I let you go.

Luo Binghe didn't say a word, and he couldn't figure out why he came to this world.

He lived too long in his previous life, as he said, he was tired of living.

Even though she was a childhood sweetheart, Ning Yingying still left; Sha Hualing, who was more interested in fighting in the harem than loving him even though her methods were bad, died in battle at the end; It was because he dismissed him; after knowing that he had killed his father and usurped the throne, the little palace master ran away, and the two finally turned against each other...

Those women who keep saying that they love him, those women who he may have said that he loves and then continue to say love with humility, are infatuated, angry and greedy, love and hate parting, as time goes by, their beauty finally returns to dust.

All enemies were trampled under his feet, all people bowed to him, all wealth belonged to him, all power was controlled by him, he could call the wind and rain, control the world, omnipotent.

In addition to those women, there will be more beautiful faces coming forward, they are flattering, flattering, smiling coquettishly, kneeling in front of him begging for sex.

Those enemies who had offended him before, yelled, cursed, begged for mercy, wept bitterly, repented, and knelt at his feet begging him to let him go or begging for a quick death.

Enemies, women, the two worlds, and finally, almost all people or things have only become part of his demon lord's hundreds of years of memory, or even become blank.

The world may be tired of playing, and finally one day, a group of people around him prostrated and shouted long live as usual, he actually felt that the surroundings were as quiet as death, and the harem had changed so many waves of stunning beauties. Someone who can talk...

He used to think that immortality was God's favor for him, but now, he resisted it a little.

Until a person who looked five points like him brought people into his bedroom - seizing power and usurping the throne.

Yes, even this usurping the throne and killing the king and father, I don't know how many waves it is in his long years.

He didn't know how many people's blood was on his hands, and there were many so-called blood relatives.

That time, he mercilessly kicked this beast over, and he who seldom swears couldn't help but blurt out "little beast", and then he remembered something, and after getting angry, he couldn't help but smile.

That time, he generously threw the jade seal on the body of his "son" whom he stepped on with a pale face and recognized his name with a pale face, and then stepped on the tens of thousands of fragmented corpses scattered all over the ground in the imperial city , with a strong smell of blood, laughing, Shi Shiran dragged his blood all over the ground, and left this completely tired place.

Rivers and lakes, temples, he, Luo Binghe, finally lived in the legends of the world.

Ever since the Cangqiong Mountain faction was defeated by the Huanhua Palace, with Yue Qingyuan's death, the other peaks united but still could not shake him. With the death or immortality of the predecessors, the status of the world has plummeted since then, and the twelve peaks have scattered like birds and beasts. Up to now, it has disappeared for many years, and there are many small sects at the foot of the mountain, but due to well-known reasons, they dare not go up the mountain to establish a sect.

The ups and downs of the mountains in front of him are somewhat familiar in memory, and Luo Binghe doesn't know why he traveled here.

Someone stopped him when he was going up the mountain, saying that there are many evil spirits here, and no one dared to come up. In the past, some people did not believe in evil and took people to occupy the Qianmen sect's land, and they all died overnight.

He snorted and continued to go up the mountain in his own way.This so-called deadly ghost by Chai Fu is actually right in front of his eyes, so why should he be afraid of the instigator.

After hearing what he did, Liu Mingyan once laughed at him, if he couldn't let it go, why bother.

When Ning Yingying left, she smiled miserably, and asked him, if she let it go, would she still be able to go back to the beginning?

There was a little rain in the sky, Luo Binghe raised his head, and tried hard to remember, the slight drizzle fell on his hair and clothes scatteredly, it didn't matter if he didn't let it go, he found that he could no longer remember the faces of those women.

Withdrawing his gaze, he lowered his head and looked around, and caught a glimpse of a collapsed corner of the wall, which seemed to have a particularly abrupt touch of green.

With a sudden movement in my heart, a name that should be forgotten almost blurted out!

Back then, the fire burned too hard, and after so many years, it is still ruined, with scorched earth everywhere, and the land is bare without any signs of life.However, a thin bamboo struggled to protrude a few inches from the gap between several boulders. In this early spring season, it was fragile but tough.

It looks so big, it's really ugly, I don't know if it will be gnawed by some hungry beast again.

Luo Binghe was a bit dull, but he couldn't help staring at the knot of tender bamboo for a long time, and a person slowly emerged in his mind - figure, slender; outer robe, light green; temperament, refined; facial features , handsome; words, mean; eyes... without him!

The rain stopped after a while, and the blurry figure seemed to be stripped away from the surrounding clouds, Luo Binghe had a splitting headache!

Shen Qingqiu!

Shen Qingqiu! !

Why is that you! ! !

Why is it you! ! !

Why do you always reject me! ! ! !

Luo Binghe clearly wanted to expel the person in his mind, but he subconsciously reminded himself that he couldn't just let him go, entangled repeatedly, and the face that he wanted to forget in his mind became clearer and more vivid!

He stepped on the scorched stone, calmed down secretly, but gritted his teeth unwillingly in his heart and almost called out his name. On the deserted mountain, someone suddenly called him tentatively from behind: "Luo Binghe."

The sound like the wind blowing through the bamboo forest was rustling and clear, a little familiar from a long time ago, but calling him softly by name and surname was so strange.

He turned his head slightly, blinked, a little surprised.

"Shen Qingqiu?"

Standing in front of him was the exact same person as he had just imagined in his mind, thinking that he had entered a dream, seeing the person, Luo Binghe's face warmed up a lot, like winter snow melting, and he almost laughed out loud.Shen Qingqiu, who had clearly turned into ashes and thought he couldn't get back, after so many years, was still able to dream, and unexpectedly appeared carelessly, standing in front of him with an innocent and confused expression, did God really care for him?

"Shen Qingqiu? Why are you here?"

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