“…”

Shen Qingqiu squatted on this familiar vast wasteland and sighed deeply.

He said, “Why, why am I being pulled in again?”

System: 【Your current location: Luo Binghe’s Dream Realm.】

Shen Qingqiu held his head in his hands. “I seem to have asked you this question a long time ago, but I still want to ask again: where is this place not important, what’s important is why am I here?”

Well, he already had a pretty good idea of the reason.

When Luo Binghe’s consciousness was unstable and fluctuating greatly, others would often be affected and drawn into the vast whirlpool of his dreams.

Or rather, they were being duped by his enormous imagination. For specific details, refer to the beginning of the Dream Demon instance.

Shen Qingqiu had gone through the Dream Demon instance with him once. As they say, practice makes perfect. It was similar to connecting to Wi-Fi without entering the password again after connecting once; it was almost the same principle.

The best solution he could think of at the moment was to find a spot and wait for Luo Binghe to wake up on his own.

Shen Qingqiu stood up slowly and touched his face.

His original appearance was restored in the dream. Once he got used to it, he felt uncomfortable without the beard on his face.

The bamboo forest swayed gently, with a tranquil breeze blowing.

Shen Qingqiu didn’t need to doubt at all. Even if only a corner was exposed to him, he could tell where this place was.

Cangqiong Mountain, Qingjing Peak.

The place where he had spent the longest time in his life, how could he not be familiar with it?

And the disciples walking in groups along the way, their faces and clothing, Shen Qingqiu would definitely recognize them.

Shen Qingqiu was an intruder from the outside world and not in the same channel as these “people.” He stared at them like a ghost. Although these disciples often had somewhat dull expressions, they did have noses and faces, and Shen Qingqiu could even call out their names.

Even the Dream Demon couldn’t ensure that the creatures inside the massive barrier had distinct facial features, but Luo Binghe was already able to do so. And with such exquisite detail.

After emerging from the small bamboo forest, there was Qingjing Bamboo Cottage.

Between the well-arranged heights and depths of the bamboo eaves, the spring water flowed, reflecting the seven colors of sunlight, making a tinkling sound like music.

Light and agile footsteps crunching on fallen leaves echoed, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth in white emerged.

This youth had fair skin and seemed to have run all the way here. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his cheeks were rosy. He looked adorable, with well-defined eyes and eyebrows, exuding a sense of youthfulness.

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but sigh. It had been a long time since he had seen this youthful and sunny side of Luo Binghe.

During his cultivation on Qingjing Peak, Luo Binghe liked to wear white robes. After his rebellion, the Demon Lord Luo Binghe only wore black, and everything was almost completely reversed. This fresh and tender appearance was completely absent.

He approached, straightened his clothes, and lowered his head, calling out, “Master.”

Shen Qingqiu knew that he couldn’t see him, so this address was obviously not meant for him. He turned slowly and indeed saw a figure in a green robe standing amidst the verdant bamboo.

Whose face could it be if not Shen Qingqiu’s?

This “Shen Qingqiu,” derived from the memory of the dream, stood there amidst the lush bamboo, slender and calm, like a bamboo itself. With a composed expression and a hint of an ethereal aura, just by looking at his eyes, there was a touch of otherworldly charm.

Now, as an observer, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but comment on him and had to admit.

His portrayal was so pretentious that, at this level, it was truly impressive!

Luo Binghe perfectly reproduced various details, truly living up to being the Dream Demon’s direct disciple!

The Shen Qingqiu derived from the dream, standing in the verdant bamboo forest, his figure graceful and slender, was like a bamboo. With a calm demeanor and a touch of ethereal charm, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but feel amazed.

Luo Binghe could recreate such details to such an extent. He truly deserved to be the direct disciple of the Dream Demon!

In the bamboo forest, Shen Qingqiu, who seemed to be lost in thought, tilted his head and said, “Are you done running?”

Luo Binghe nodded. “Ten laps… I’m done.”

Shen Qingqiu finally remembered this part.

When Luo Binghe mentioned “ten laps,” he was referring to running ten laps around Qingjing Peak. It was a task Shen Qingqiu personally assigned to him.

This wasn’t him sadistically punishing the protagonist, but rather his way of no longer being able to tolerate it.

Since taking over Luo Binghe, he had thought that as a teacher, he should teach him something practical. So in the future, when it came to the phrase “the teacher-disciple relationship and the grace of imparting knowledge,” at least his face wouldn’t turn red before he could even say the words.

The first step was to correct his messy footwork and body movement.

As for the results of his teaching, it had been mentioned long ago. The greatest achievement was that Luo Binghe had crashed into him for half a month.

Shen Qingqiu said, “Again. If you make another mistake this time, it won’t be just ten laps.”

Luo Binghe obediently came again. And so, this time, Luo Binghe didn’t crash into him but stumbled, directly embracing Shen Qingqiu’s waist.

Shen Qingqiu: “…”

Luo Binghe blushed shyly and said, “Master, your disciple is useless. After running ten laps, my legs are weak.”

Shen Qingqiu sighed.

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Luo Binghe said, “Disciple knows. Twenty laps.”

Shen Qingqiu said, “What laps? Go back to your room and rest.”

He really didn’t have a liking for child abuse. At that time, he really gave up on himself. Love, whatever!

No more teaching. There’s no sense of accomplishment, and the teaching materials are ruined!

Luo Binghe seemed completely unaware that he was being despised and happily said, “Thank you, Master! Disciple will make up the twenty laps tomorrow. Is there anything you want to eat tonight?”

Shen Qingqiu wiped his forehead on the side.

The past Luo Binghe… was really cute!

He endured all the labor, beatings, scolding, riding, and cooking… Ahem, of course, most of these things Shen Qingqiu didn’t actually do.

At the same time, he became puzzled.

In the dream realm created by Luo Binghe, he would naturally only choose the memories he considered beautiful. If memories of Qingjing Peak were included, they should be related to Ning Yingying.

So why was this segment here?

Dreams could reflect the most genuine side of a person, without any false pretenses.

Shen Qingqiu suddenly had a thought he had never had before.

Although it made him seem a bit audacious, but… maybe, perhaps, just maybe, the relationship between master and disciple held a slightly higher position in Luo Binghe’s heart than Shen Qingqiu had imagined.

But there was one thing Shen Qingqiu was certain of:

Luo Binghe was definitely an M with no escape!

Who would purposely include memories of being punished to run ten or twenty laps in a dream realm?!

Shen Qingqiu was about to walk into the highly realistic bamboo cottage when suddenly, a chilly sensation spread through his neck. He felt a hot and cold gaze fixed on him.

He quickly turned his head.

Luo Binghe in black stood there, leaning against a green bamboo, staring at him.

Damn, it’s the real deal!

Shen Qingqiu’s first reaction wasn’t to run away but to stay put and adjust his facial expression to look as natural as possible.

This realm was Luo Binghe’s territory, so no matter how fast he ran, it would be useless. “Running” wouldn’t solve the problem at all.

The hot and cold gaze he felt earlier wasn’t an illusion or a description error. Luo Binghe’s eyes were truly icy and fiery, exuding a sense of coldness and heat, firmly locked onto him.

Shen Qingqiu nervously met his gaze.

After a while, Luo Binghe sighed first.

He murmured, “It’s good to dream.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingqiu temporarily settled his mind.

Taking a bold move, he actually won the gamble. At this moment, Luo Binghe seemed absent-minded, truly treating him as a creation of his own dream.

Seeing Luo Binghe leaning against the bamboo, staring at him in a daze, with no other figures around, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy when he compared it to the lively and bustling scenes in the original work.

He didn’t even have a caring wife. It was so pitiful.

The mighty protagonist of a stallion novel had fallen to such a state. No man could bear to see this.

Luo Binghe said, “Master, say something to me.”

At this moment, Shen Qingqiu’s heart was filled with sympathy for the protagonist’s unfortunate circumstances. He smiled warmly and said, “Sure.”

Unexpectedly, as soon as he spoke, Luo Binghe froze, stood up straight, and looked somewhat incredulous.

Uh-oh.

Did he misjudge his reaction?

But since the performance had already begun, he had to see it through. Shen Qingqiu smiled faintly and said, “Didn’t you ask me to talk to you?”

Yes, hurry up and say it, finish it, and let me leave…

Luo Binghe walked up, and Shen Qingqiu forced himself to suppress his urge to keep a proper distance from him.

Luo Binghe paused for a moment and said, “Master used to never even glance at me, just walked away without saying a word… Did I imagine things too optimistically today?”

Shen Qingqiu’s face was full of black lines.

Did the “Shen Qingqiu” that Luo Binghe had imagined in the past always ignore him with a noble and aloof attitude?

How much of an M did he have to be?! It’s out of this world!

Although it felt a bit strange, hearing those words was somewhat heart-wrenching. Moreover, it seemed that Luo Binghe’s hatred towards him wasn’t as deep as he had imagined.

Before Shen Qingqiu could think more deeply, Luo Binghe had already approached him. His expression froze, and he thought, “Is he getting too close?”

Lowering his head, Luo Binghe held Shen Qingqiu’s left wrist in his left hand.

Then, he lifted his head, firmly grasping Shen Qingqiu’s right wrist.

Next, Shen Qingqiu felt a blur before him. His cheek was gently brushed by something soft.

He stared with wide eyes into Luo Binghe’s dark and deep gaze. His Adam’s apple rolled up and down with difficulty.

He wanted to speak but couldn’t open his mouth.

Because his lips were being bitten by someone.

Luo Binghe closed his eyes, and his pitch-black long eyelashes cast a gentle shadow on his cheeks, making him look extremely obedient. However, his actions were completely contrary to his appearance. He let go and instead placed his hand on Shen Qingqiu’s waist, pressing him against his chest.

Shen Qingqiu was pressed against his chest, stiffening all over. His three views were constantly being destroyed and reshaped at the speed of light.

Even though their figures were not much different, Luo Binghe managed to hold him in an embracing posture.

What broke Shen Qingqiu’s collapsing state was a system prompt accompanied by a celebratory background music: “Pleasure Level +500! Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! (Important matters need to be said three times)”

Shen Qingqiu roared, “I… Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

Finally, he understood why Luo Binghe hadn’t pushed down any women and hadn’t seen the shadow of a single one of his three thousand harem members, yet his pleasure level had never dropped!

Damn, it was because he made up for his pleasure level himself!

Having suddenly realized the truth, Shen Qingqiu felt both horrified and indignant, and he lifted his foot to kick!

Luo Binghe didn’t dodge or avoid it and was directly kicked by him. He didn’t take a step back, but instead looked angry and wronged as he asked, “Can’t I even dream?”

What do you mean “wronged”?!?!

Wake up! Although this is a dream, I didn’t create it!

It wouldn’t work to slap him awake, and it wouldn’t work to let him continue in a daze!

This was truly a double-edged sword!

Before Shen Qingqiu could continue his roaring to calm his emotions, unexpectedly, his back hit the bamboo, and Luo Binghe pressed him down on it. Luo Binghe lowered his head and pressed down again.

This time, it wasn’t a soft and gentle kiss but rather a bite!

Shen Qingqiu had been kissed before, but it was the first time he felt this terrifying sensation that the other party might suddenly go wild and bite off his lips. In the midst of his disordered breathing, Luo Binghe whispered, “Master, I’m sorry…”

Does he look like someone who knows he’s done wrong?!

He was the one who was wrong, truly wrong, completely wrong!

What does it mean for wind to blow through an empty cave?!

Jianghu gossip is based on scientific evidence. Every gossip-loving person in the world has the ability to see through the essence behind the phenomenon!

He didn’t turn the male lead into a cold and aloof character, and it wasn’t about whether he was an M or not! The truth was even more terrifying than that—he turned the male lead into a gay guy ahhhhhhh!!!

No wonder he didn’t want the female lead anymore!

Women no longer interested him if they weren’t related to his pleasure level!

He was going insane!

Shen Qingqiu was considering whether or not to self-destruct again when suddenly, Luo Binghe let go of him.

He looked up at the vortex-like sky above, and with a gloomy tone, he said, “Damn it.”

Was he referring to Shen Qingqiu, who was about to kick him in a critical area?

Before he could execute his self-defense plan, the scene in front of him and the people dissolved in an instant, transforming into countless fragments. At the same time, Shen Qingqiu leaped up from the roof of the main hall of the Illusory Flower Palace.

This was the real world.

Shen Qingqiu took a few heavy breaths, finally stabilizing his mind. Suddenly, he realized that the palace beneath him was engulfed in flames, and the alarm bells were ringing.

He stuck his head out, and his clothes fluttered in the night wind. From above, he looked down and saw numerous disciples of the Illusory Flower Palace rushing towards this direction from all sides.

“Somebody is intruding!”

Shen Qingqiu was overjoyed. Intruders were the best. Take advantage of the chaos to escape. What did it matter about the demonic blood? Nothing was more important than his own integrity! Run first, deal with it later!

But before he could take two steps, he heard someone shout, “They went towards the Illusory Flower Pavilion! It’s Liu Qingge! The Peak Lord of Bai Zhan Peak is here again!”

Shen Qingqiu slipped on the ground and immediately turned back.

This is bad! Liu Qingge had to show up at a time like this. He couldn’t just abandon him and leave him to the completely broken Luo Binghe, could he?

The Illusory Flower Pavilion was not far from here, and it was the place where the palace masters of the past cultivated and resided. Shen Qingqiu quickly descended from the roof in a few steps and followed the large group.

Before entering the Illusory Flower Palace, an extremely chilling aura assaulted them. From inside, a deafening roar could be heard.

“Get out!”

As the disciples who were unaware of the situation rushed into the gate upon hearing the alarm bells, dozens of people in the front were blown away by an immensely powerful gust of energy.

Shen Qingqiu, who was in the second group, narrowly evaded this attack and found a good position to sneak in. As soon as he entered, he was enveloped in bone-piercing coldness.

The entire Illusory Flower Pavilion had turned into a massive ice cave. With each step, it felt like stepping into an icy, snowy world. Cold winds filled Shen Qingqiu’s sleeves and robes, and his sweat froze into thin ice on his back and forehead, indicating just how cold the room was.

Not only was the temperature extremely low, but all four walls were tightly sealed, and the doors and windows were completely blocked. It was cold and dark, resembling an ice-made coffin, if not for the large opening forcefully broken by the intruder.

On the central dais of the chamber, the curtains were partially drawn, and several black and white garments were scattered haphazardly on the edge of the platform.

Luo Binghe was only wearing an undershirt, appearing as if he had just gotten out of bed. His clothes were disheveled, the collar askew, his black hair in disarray. His complexion was unusually pale, but his lips were bright red, and his eyes flickered with two cold lights, emitting an eerie aura. He was in a state of readiness, fully prepared for battle.

Facing him at a distance of seven steps, Liu Qingge’s hand gripping the sword was prominent, his entire face turning an iron-blue color.

Liu Qingge stared at Luo Binghe by the dais and spoke each word slowly, “You, the bastard.”

With each word he uttered, a burst of killing intent surged from the Luan Sword in his hand.

Shen Qingqiu attentively watched the two parties, but with just a glance in the direction Liu Qingge’s sword was pointing, a voice resounded in his mind, shattering his last trace of resistance to the destruction of his three views.

Luo Binghe placed his right hand on the Heart Demon Sword that never left his side, with half of the snow-white blade already unsheathed. In his left hand, he held someone.

This lifeless body hung limp, the head hanging down, the limbs weak but supple. It was dressed in thin clothes, with the collar sliding down the shoulders, revealing half of the pale back resembling paper.