Tianlang Jun and Zhuzhi Lang were frozen from their feet to the top of their heads, two ice sculptures surrounded by black aura standing in the center. As Luo Binghe stepped into the hall, a chilling white mist crawled up his black boots, only to be mercilessly crushed underfoot. He struck one palm on each of the ice sculptures, causing winding cracks to appear on the solid ice.

Shen Qingqiu leaned against the stone wall and said, “It’s useless. Once the crystal ice has formed, it’s not so easy to break, and your attacks won’t reach them inside. It’s better to seize the opportunity and escape the Holy Mausoleum while they are still frozen.”

Luo Binghe abruptly turned around and walked back towards him.

Upon seeing Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu was both surprised and relieved. He had originally planned to go back to the stone coffin to retrieve him, but unexpectedly, Luo Binghe had awakened on his own. Shen Qingqiu was about to ask him how he was feeling when he noticed that Luo Binghe seemed quite angry.

Luo Binghe sternly said, “Didn’t I tell you not to follow them?”

He practically shouted that out. Shen Qingqiu, who was already dizzy, felt a slight pain in his eardrums from the shouting, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on him. After a moment of stunned silence, an unnamed anger surged within him.

He dryly replied, “Are you feeling better now?”

Luo Binghe’s tone remained unfriendly, “What’s good about it?”

Seeing that he was in good spirits, it was probably safe to assume that he was better.

If that was the case, then Shen Qingqiu had at least fulfilled some debt to Luo Binghe. After all, even though he looked like a complete scum, he hadn’t abandoned him completely.

Shen Qingqiu nodded, “Alright then.” He turned around and walked away in a random direction.

In fact, he didn’t know where he should go. To leave the Holy Mausoleum, he needed both the Heart Demon Sword and Luo Binghe. Without either of them, he would just wander aimlessly within the mausoleum. However, after dragging Luo Binghe all the way here, only to be yelled at in the end, it was rather boring to stay here.

He had barely taken a few steps when a flickering candle on the side of the stone passage suddenly lit up, casting a faint light on half of his profile.

Luo Binghe suddenly reached out and grabbed him, “Did you… cry?”

Shen Qingqiu was taken aback by the question.

Did he cry?

Did he cry?

How could he possibly have cried!!!

Shen Qingqiu raised his left hand and wiped his cheek. This intact hand had been tightly holding onto Luo Binghe the whole time, and now he finally had the opportunity to do something else. As he touched his face, damn, it was actually wet and disgusting.

Suddenly, Shen Qingqiu remembered that he shed tears when the strands of the silk connected to his leg were plucked out, causing him pain.

How unsightly.

Luo Binghe’s voice trembled, “So, when I faintly heard Master crying, it wasn’t fake?”

Shen Qingqiu was a little angry and embarrassed, “Why would I cry? I don’t know!” After saying that, he shook off Luo Binghe’s hand and walked away. Luo Binghe quickly caught up from behind and held onto him again.

Of all the things, he happened to grab onto Shen Qingqiu’s right arm, where the strands of silk had taken root. Shen Qingqiu endured the urge to scream and only made a muffled sound. Luo Binghe immediately let go, now only holding onto his left hand while examining it in the candlelight.

The more he examined, the more shocked he became. There was hardly a spot on Shen Qingqiu’s body that could be seen clearly at this point. It was all injuries and blood, a mess that was truly distressing to look at.

Luo Binghe remembered that Shen Qingqiu had been completely unscathed before he lost consciousness. His voice trembled, “Are all these… for me?”

Shen Qingqiu felt like he was about to spit blood. Well, what else could it be for?

He couldn’t say such things. It made it seem like he was proudly flaunting his favors. He could only blurt out two words, “Let go!”

In an instant, Luo Binghe’s expression changed. He softened and said, “I won’t let go. Master, please don’t be angry, I was wrong.”

He had said those words so many times before!

Shen Qingqiu pushed him away with a palm. “Keep walking, walking, walking! Blind zombies are swarming in, blocking our way.”

Luo Binghe was pushed away but clung to him like a piece of sticky candy. It was impossible to pry him off. “Master, why don’t you hit me? Would it be good to vent your anger by hitting me again?”

Someone, please come and lock up this masochist who likes to cry and hold onto his master’s clothes. Who could believe such a thing!?

Even Ning Yingying wasn’t as crybaby as him!

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t stand it anymore. “Who abandoned you? Huh?”

Luo Binghe said, “When I woke up, there was still a trace of consciousness left, desperately trying to wake up. But when I finally woke up, I found myself lying in a coffin, and I didn’t know where you, Shizun, had gone. I was so angry at that moment, thinking that I had been abandoned again, thinking that you would rather go with them than care about me…”

Waking up and finding oneself “abandoned” in a coffin was definitely not a pleasant experience. Shen Qingqiu cleared his throat, feeling guilty.

Luo Binghe continued, “I didn’t mean it just now. I don’t know why, but even though I didn’t want to say those things, I couldn’t control myself in front of you. I know it’s ugly and embarrassing, but you didn’t abandon me. You’ve always been protecting me. It’s not a dream. I’m so happy…”

Who was more unsightly and embarrassing?

Two grown men huddled together, wiping their tears and noses. It was not a pretty sight, you know?!

Perhaps because he was too happy, he couldn’t find any more fancy words to say, only repeating the simple words “happy” and “joyful.” Shen Qingqiu’s face twitched a couple of times. He rubbed his temples and let out a long sigh.

Forget it. It wasn’t the first time anyway. Even the Dream Demon had said that this child had such a peculiar temperament. He could be cool and domineering in front of others, but behind their backs, he might cry into a handkerchief. Why bother arguing with him?

On second thought, he was quite bored himself. Getting angry over such a small misunderstanding was pointless. He could also suddenly become inexplicably angry, no different from this damned child.

He let out a breath, “So, are you really fine now?”

Luo Binghe immediately nodded, “I’m fine.”

He was burning so fiercely just a moment ago, and now he was completely fine? Shen Qingqiu was quite skeptical. He placed his hand on Luo Binghe’s forehead. It was indeed cool and smooth. Shen Qingqiu was about to retract his hand when Luo Binghe covered it with his own, preventing him from pulling away. Their hands overlapped, and there was a sparkle in Luo Binghe’s eyes.

This expression was too familiar. Wasn’t this the same look as that innocent young lamb, Sanhao, who used to follow him around bleating on Qing Jing Peak?

Shen Qingqiu was creeped out by his gaze but couldn’t forcibly retract his hand.

Doing this when someone was in a good mood was like slapping them in the face!

He said, “You’re really not hurt at all? No dizziness? Your spiritual power and demonic energy are working properly?”

Luo Binghe replied, “They’re very effective. Even more so than before.”

As they spoke, they arrived at a tomb chamber in the eastern direction. Luo Binghe drew his sword and slashed diagonally, creating a dark space crack on the wall.

His broken arm miraculously healed, his leg was no longer lame, his face was wiped clean of all blood, and the Heart Demon Sword, which had been disobedient, was now obediently by his side.

Shen Qingqiu didn’t want to say anything anymore. He gestured with his hand, signaling to move forward, and he was the first to pass through the crack.

Outside the tomb, the light was abundant, and Luo Binghe reached out to support Shen Qingqiu.

Come to think of it, it had been a long time since they had interacted so normally.

Just as Shen Qingqiu was feeling sentimental, he couldn’t help but glance at Luo Binghe. He looked refreshed, as if he was truly “fine.”

It turned out that he had been afraid of causing trouble for the protagonist again, risking his life to protect him, only to find out that nothing had happened. It was like recharging an external cheat code.

While feeling frustrated, Luo Binghe suddenly said, “But, aside from hearing you cry…”

Shen Qingqiu asked, “Who was crying?”

Luo Binghe immediately corrected himself, “Aside from hearing someone cry, there’s also a strange feeling.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingqiu felt a bit worried again. Did he still have lingering symptoms? He pondered, “What kind of feeling?”

Luo Binghe shook his head, “I can’t quite describe it.”

Shen Qingqiu asked, “Is it painful?”

Luo Binghe replied, “No, it’s… "

Before he could finish his sentence, a puzzled expression appeared on his face as he looked down.

Shen Qingqiu’s face immediately fell. This time, he really wanted to smack him and send him back to the tomb with a single slap.

Hello, Mount Tianzhu, goodbye, Mount Tianzhu!

This topic couldn’t continue, so it ended there.

Tianlang Jun’s voice persisted and caught up to them, “Shen Fanzhu, why are you in such a hurry to leave? You’ve practically turned our ancestral burial ground upside down, and now you’re just leaving without leaving anything behind. That’s not acceptable, is it?”

He didn’t say a word, but his voice approached closer. It didn’t take long before he appeared within their sight. Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes in exasperation. However, the fact that the Moyu Clan’s Ice Magic had managed to drag these two out of the tomb after all these years was quite commendable.

Luo Binghe was already unhappy because he hadn’t been able to blast them into pieces earlier, and now they were coming to him on their own. He cracked his knuckles, stared at Zhu Zhilang with a gloomy expression, and said, “How dare you feed my Shizun blood!”

Zhuzhi Lang caught a glimpse of Shen Qingqiu and looked ashamed. Tianlang Jun said, “Don’t make that expression while saying that. Didn’t you feed him blood? Otherwise, whose blood curse is inside Shen Fanzhu’s body?”

Upon hearing this, Luo Binghe stiffened and clenched his fists.

Shen Qingqiu merely raised the hand holding Xiu Ya Sword, and Luo Binghe immediately whispered, “Shizun, there’s no need for you to intervene. I can handle this alone.”

He was ready to fight!

Three columns of black Qi surged into the sky like a violent storm. Shen Qingqiu watched from the sidelines and realized even more profoundly that demons and humans were indeed different races.

The difference in destructive power was immense!

Moreover, Luo Binghe had indeed leveled up. It seemed that he had renewed his cheat codes! Just over an hour ago, he was beaten to helplessness, but now it seemed that the protagonist’s halo still firmly enveloped Luo Binghe’s head!

During the battle, a crimson bone eagle hovered in the air, its wings descending as it sought an opportunity to join the melee. Luo Binghe seemed to be unaware of the clearly malicious bone eagle while he fought two opponents. Shen Qingqiu, however, saw it clearly and was about to warn them when the bone eagle suddenly dove, swooping toward Luo Binghe’s head.

An ambush?

Shen Qingqiu held Xiu Ya Sword in a reverse grip, narrowed his eyes, and hurled it at the bone eagle with force.

The snow-white sword flew like an arrow, piercing through the bone eagle in a flash.

But to his surprise, the body of the bone eagle didn’t fall but disintegrated into countless droplets, flying toward Shen Qingqiu.

At that moment, Tianlang Jun suddenly stopped and stepped out of the battle circle, laughing aloud. Luo Binghe’s face showed a momentary panic as he witnessed the dispersing blood droplets in the air.

Shen Qingqiu quickly realized that the bone eagle had been condensed using Tianlang Jun’s blood. He had deliberately let the bone eagle ambush Luo Binghe to provoke Shen Qingqiu into taking action!

Just as he realized this, he was drenched in a pouring rain of blood.

Blood Magic, two dimes for a bag, buy one bag and get two free! It’s free!

Tianlang Jun smiled slightly, raised his hand, and made a vague grasping motion in the air. Shen Qingqiu suddenly felt his heart stagnate, as if it was truly being held in the palm of a hand, maliciously squeezed.

Too much blood, although he had tightly closed his mouth earlier, there was still a faint taste of rust in his mouth. It seemed that he had been affected.

Shen Qingqiu burst into laughter.

Who else would drink demon blood like it was an energy drink? Who else had drunk three different types of demon blood?

Damn it, I’m done! Can I be done now?!!!

Luo Binghe’s eyes turned red with desperation, but Tianlang Jun didn’t dare to act recklessly while his blood was still within Shen Qingqiu’s body, fearing that he might suddenly activate the Blood Curse. He could only grit his teeth and say, “Stop!”

Zhuzhi Lang couldn’t help but interject as he saw Shen Qingqiu’s face alternating between pale and green, “Your Highness, please show mercy…”

Tianlang Jun shrugged, “That depends on what the other little friend decides to do.”

The three blood curses raged inside Shen Qingqiu’s body, making it difficult to untangle. Among them, Luo Binghe’s blood primarily protected Shen Qingqiu’s organs and meridians, suppressing Zhuzhi Lang’s blood. In addition, he had to contend with Tianlang Jun’s blood, multitasking and fighting against two opponents, which inevitably left him tied up. The one who could freely unleash his power was Tianlang Jun’s blood curse because he had no restraints.

He said to Luo Binghe, “Have you thought this through? If we continue like this, who will collapse first?”

Luo Binghe’s gaze grew increasingly anxious and helpless. In the end, he took a step back.

He said, “You retreat first!”

Tianlang Jun did not budge, smirking meaningfully, “Just as expected…”

He turned to Zhuzhi Lang, “What do we do? For some reason, I have a very unpleasant feeling when I see them.”

Zhuzhi Lang silently nodded.

After so many years, someone outside of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect had finally experienced the annoyance of having blind dog eyes.

Shen Qingqiu considered himself unlucky but didn’t want others to be unlucky as well. He clutched his chest with one hand, forcing himself to maintain a calm expression. “Whatever you plan to do to me, feel free. As you said, I should be accustomed to it after drinking so many times. But if you want Luo Binghe’s physical body, forget about it.”

Shen Qingqiu despised being used as a bargaining chip. If they wanted him to play the role of a hindrance, it would be better to let him die.

Luo Binghe, angry and helpless, said, “Shizun…”

Shen Qingqiu said, “Shut up.”

Tianlang Jun raised an eyebrow, “Who said I wanted his physical body?”

Shen Qingqiu had no response.

Tianlang Jun said, “His appearance is not as handsome as mine. Why would I want his physical body?”

Who said you were more handsome?

Who stamped that?

Who said that, who said that, who said that?

Xiang Tian da feiji Juju qin bi xie de Luo Binghe shang tian ru di, qian wu gu ren hou wu lao shao tong chi ben shu di yi da shuaibi hao me?

Xianqi Luo Binghe xuetong bu chun me?!

Shen Qingqiu’s face was filled with black lines. “…So, what exactly do you want?”

Zhuzhi Lang said, “Your Highness wants that sword.”

Tianlang Jun said, “That’s right. I want to give a gift to the mortal realm, and it can’t be without that sword.”

Huh, you want the protagonist’s plot armor?

Just as thoughts like “wishful thinking” and “overestimating one’s abilities” popped into Shen Qingqiu’s head, he saw Luo Binghe raise his hand, and Zhuzhi Lang followed suit. In an instant, the exchange was completed.

Swift and decisive, without any hesitation!

Shen Qingqiu was dumbfounded.

You prodigal child ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!