The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Can't attack!

Shen Qingqiu's first reaction was to put his hand on Xiuya sword, but he immediately realized that he could not attack!

This was what he had taught Luo Binghe before. Attacking "people" in dreams within the scope of the dream demon barrier was actually attacking his own sanity.

Cold sweat broke out on Shen Qingqiu's forehead. He actually didn't realize when he entered the barrier. He was running away. He couldn't have fallen asleep on the roadside while running, right?

Although people will never remember when and how the "dream" began.

From behind, a young voice came: "Master."

This voice sounded very soft and cute to my ears just now, but now it sounds like it has an indescribable spooky tone.

The young Luo Binghe was behind him and said quietly: "Why don't you want me anymore?"

Shen Qingqiu decided not to look back and walked away!

Although these faceless people were all looking at him, no, it couldn't be said to be looking, because they had no eyes at all, but their faces were all facing the direction of Shen Qingqiu, and he could indeed feel countless gazes being projected on them.

Shen Qingqiu pretended not to notice and rushed forward, slapping anyone in the way. Suddenly, a hand intercepted his palm wind. Turning around, I saw that although this hand was slender, it was terrifyingly powerful, almost like an iron hoop.

The fourteen-year-old Luo Binghe held his wrist tightly, and his face was full of melancholy except for the bruises that persisted all year round. Those dark eyes looked straight at him, very close.

You're still here!

Shen Qingqiu shook it off three times before shaking it off, pushing aside the crowd and continuing to run forward. The first time was as a child, the second time was as a teenager, and then the adult version, he really couldn't handle it! But this long street seems to have no end, and it can never be finished. After seeing the stalls on both sides of the road and the playful faceless urchins and ghost-faced girls appearing for the second time, Shen Qingqiu finally confirmed that the street in his dream was cyclical!

In other words, there is no way to go forward.

Since there is no connection between the two, then find another way. Shen Qingqiu looked around and ducked in front of a wine shop.

A red lantern hangs high in front of the wine shop, the red light is bright, but the wooden door is tightly closed. Shen Qingqiu opened the door and just stepped in. The two wooden doors behind him immediately slammed shut.

The room was dark, and there was a cold wind flowing through it. It didn't feel like being in a wine shop, but rather like walking into a cave.

Shen Qingqiu was not surprised. Dreams cannot be deduced by common sense. Behind every door, it is possible to lead to anywhere.

At this time, there was a strange sound in my ears.

The sound was like that of a dying person, whose lungs were pierced, gasping for breath with great difficulty, and in great pain.

Moreover, it seems that there is more than one person!

Shen Qingqiu snapped his fingers, and a firelight flew out from his fingertips, shooting towards the place where the strange movement came from.

The firelight illuminated the scene in that place, and his pupils suddenly shrank to a tiny point.

Liu Qingge was holding the Chengluan sword, turned the hilt upside down, and stabbed it into his chest.

His body was covered in blood, with large areas of shocking crimson. There were more than one wound, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding profusely. It seemed that he had been stabbed with countless swords on his body, but the expression on his face seemed to be angry or crazy. In short, he looked extremely excited. , obviously already delirious and possessed.

Under the dim yellow flames, this scene was so horrifying that Shen Qingqiu temporarily forgot that this was still in a dream, and rushed forward to grab the Chengluan Sword.

The sword had been nailed to the center of Liu Qingge's heart. Shen Qingqiu only touched it lightly, and blood spurted out on the spot, barely touching his face. Seeing red eyes, Shen Qingqiu woke up a little and took two steps back, but bumped into another person.

He turned around suddenly and saw that Yue Qingyuan was looking at him with his head lowered.

Although she was looking at him, those eyes were blank and dull. From the throat, to the chest, limbs, waist and abdomen...it was densely covered with dark arrows.

Thousands of arrows pierced the body.

Shen Qingqiu suddenly understood what these things were - this was their original state of death!

A death that should have been caused by him himself!

Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear it any longer. He would rather be surrounded by a group of faceless people outside than watch this kind of thing!

He retreated in the direction he came in, and actually touched the wooden door. Shen Qingqiu felt like he was being pardoned, kicked the door open and rushed out. This time, my mind was unsettled, I was confused, stumbled, and actually looked a bit embarrassed. All the "people" on the street stared at him in silence. Just when they couldn't tell the difference, Shen Qingqiu bumped into someone's chest.

The man immediately pulled him into a hug. Shen Qingqiu was startled and immediately looked up.

This man was taller than him, tall and tall, and his black clothes were as black as ink. Only his fair neck was exposed, and above that, there was a ferocious ghost face covering his face.

Before Shen Qingqiu could speak, a voice with a deep smile came from above.

"Master, be careful."

There is no need to lift the mask to know whose face is behind it.

Shen Qingqiu jerked away. The opponent did not suppress him forcefully, and it was not difficult to break free. He took several steps back and kept at a safe distance before Shen Qingqiu steadied his body.

He said: "Did you build this city?"

Luo Binghe slowly took off his mask.

The expression on his face seemed to be regretting that the game of tag could no longer continue, and he said, "Not bad. What do you think, Master?"

Shen Qingqiu nodded slowly and said expressionlessly: "As expected of the Dream Demon's direct disciple."

The illusion can be so detailed that it is probably not much different from the city that the dream demon built to trap them back then.

Moreover, he captured very accurately some of the things he feared in his heart.

Luo Binghe seemed to be in a good mood at first, but after hearing these words, the smile on his lips faded and he said: "I am not a disciple of the Dream Demon."

Shen Qingqiu: "Don't you worship him as your teacher?"

Luo Binghe held it in for a while, then replied in a pique-like tone: "No!"

All right. If not, there won’t be. Shen Qingqiu felt that there was no need to dwell on this issue.

Luo Binghe said: "Master, if you are willing to come back by yourself, you can say anything."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Does this mean 'give him a lighter sentence'?"

Luo Binghe said: "As long as I don't remove the demon's blood from your body, it will be in vain for you to escape anywhere."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Oh? Really."

He smiled: "Then now, why don't you come and catch me yourself?"

Luo Binghe froze, and sparks seemed to flash across his eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Shen Qingqiu felt even more confident.

He said slowly: "Is there something wrong with your sword?"

God help me!

After Luo Binghe fell into the Infinite Abyss, he found a strange sword in the belly of the ancient beast that the demon sword master spent his entire life forging.

This sword is called the Heart Demon.

Just from the name, you know it's a very dangerous thing, right? !

Absolutely! The more powerful a spiritual weapon is, the more difficult it is to control. The Heart Demon Sword has changed hands over a hundred times from ancient times to the present, and all of them are geniuses from all races. Even so, they will not be able to escape the fate of dying under their own sword in the end.

The Heart Demon Sword will backfire on the holder. If you can make it surrender, it will be a sharp weapon in your hand; if one day you cannot control its violence, you will be just a blood sacrifice to the sword.

In the original novel, Luo Binghe first became restless and almost got backlashed after entering the Demon Realm dungeon. Later, in order to solve this problem, he started a 500-chapter plot branch. Eight or nine chapters were collected. A girl.

But now, with the chaos of the plot, the backlash plot has also been advanced!

The backlash of the Heart Demon Sword is definitely fun. No wonder he didn't chase him. He was busy in seclusion to remedy the situation. Of course, he couldn't catch him in person!

Who asked you to shorten your leveling speed! ! !

Shen Qingqiu was roaring in his heart when suddenly, Luo Binghe grabbed his shoulder and pulled hard.

Tsk.

Why come again! ! !

Another tear! ! ! I tear my clothes off every time! ! ! Is this the only way you can humiliate people? ! What a disappointment! ! !

Luo Binghe's face turned black as he spoke every word as if he had chewed it up in his mouth before spitting it out: "Even if I can't come, master, don't be too happy."

Shen Qingqiu became even more embarrassed now. He grabbed the remaining fabric and said angrily: "What are you doing?!" Then don't tear my clothes off? !

System: [Comfort +50.]

Abnormal! Why does it feel so perverted! ! !

Luo Binghe exerted force in his hands, and pieces of white cloth disintegrated and disappeared with the wind. He still didn't understand his hatred and pressed towards Shen Qingqiu.

When Shen Qingqiu looked at his eyes, he felt that it might be endless.

what happened! Emotional Luo Binghe is still a clothes-tearing maniac? !

Of course he couldn't sit still and wait for death, but he couldn't really fight back. He had to use only moves and no spiritual power to resist symbolically. More than a dozen moves were pushed forward, no matter how fast they were. Luo Binghe could clearly have the upper hand, but just like a cat chasing a mouse, he patiently fought with him for a while.

Shen Qingqiu's movements were fast enough, but for some reason, his well-aimed palm struck out like it was hitting cotton. In Luo Binghe's eyes, it seemed as if he was always a beat too late. He could always miss the target with just a few centimeters without haste, and then retaliate like a courtesy. In addition, the system is annoying to me. After every round and round, I have to increase the coolness level, ranging from 20, 30, 50, which is like a magic sound that goes through my brain. After several back and forths, it was Shen Qingqiu's turn to look dark.

This isn't a fight, it's not even a move, it's just teasing! ! !

Where are you shooting? ! Are you kidding me? ! Shouldn't the goal in a fight be to knock the opponent down? !

Thinking like this, Shen Qingqiu accidentally used excessive force and fell towards Luo Binghe.

Luo Binghe didn't even try to hide, and let Shen Qingqiu hit him in his arms with a thud. Hearing the voice, he smiled and seemed to be in a happy mood again: "This move was taught to me by Master himself. The strength must be controlled and released. The most important thing is to avoid instability in the lower body. Why did I forget it?"

At this moment, Shen Qingqiu's mind was filled with a screen full of "little beasts".

Damn, he actually taught Luo Binghe this trick!

I still remember that at that time, Luo Binghe had just moved out of the woodshed. Although he had a fighting method based on his aptitude for fighting, but apart from a few chops, jabs, and jabs that everyone at the entry-level disciples knew, the moves above him were useless.

Shen Qingqiu watched him practice a set of sword, palm, and footwork, holding his forehead for a long time. Luo Binghe waited uneasily for comments.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear to hit him, so he managed to squeeze out a sentence after a long time: "Quite flexible and flexible."

In order to break Luo Binghe's intolerable habit, he took great pains and gave him personal guidance every day. I don't know what's going on. With Luo Binghe's intelligence and understanding, he should be able to figure it out in one click without having to ask him a second time. But in fact, he is very stubborn, teaching incessantly, turning around and forgetting, and always trying his best. He was too violent and bumped into Shen Qingqiu's arms countless times. After the bump, Shen Qingqiu became angry.

Did you do it on purpose? ! He couldn't help but slap Luo Binghe on the back of the head, and shouted: "Are you trying to defend yourself against the enemy? You are simply throwing yourself into his arms!"

Luo Binghe, whose face was red, started practicing conscientiously, not daring to make any mistakes.

But today, Luo Binghe had to teach him the wrong posture!

What kind of world is this!

Shen Qingqiu felt that his dignity as a teacher was being challenged, and before he could fight back, Luo Binghe's hand slid down the line of his spine.

Shen Qingqiu had goosebumps all over his back.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Luo Binghe!"

The barrage in his mind: "Little beast x3!"

System: [Comfort +100! Congratulations! 】

Congratulations!

Luo Binghe pulled off another piece of white clothes and said, "I saw Master wearing this clothes, and I felt very unhappy, so I'd better tear it clean."

This means you won’t stop until you strip him naked, right?

Shen Qingqiu said: "If you hate me, you don't have to worry about this dress. It belongs to Gongyi Xiao."

Luo Binghe's face darkened: "Master is the one who really hates me, and he insists on drawing a clear line with me even if he wears a piece of clothing."

Simply unbelievable.

Why! ! ! Why are two grown men, one a scumbag and the other a male protagonist, being surrounded by a group of shameless "people" here, discussing a piece of clothing in a serious manner? !

Luo Binghe, are you the emotional type? !

I've already taken pictures and folded them for you, what else do you want? You can't ask me to wash my hands and send it back to you personally, right? !

Shen Qingqiu's expression was unpredictable. Luo Binghe saw this and said, "What is Master thinking about?"

He said coolly: "If it's Gongyi Xiao, I advise Master not to think about him anymore."

When Shen Qingqiu heard this, he felt an ominous feeling in his heart.