The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

I'm here!

Shen Qingqiu's brain suddenly felt like it was boiling, and he started to feel hot as soon as he breathed. This fucking midnight ominous bell is happening right in front of me! He grabbed the folding fan, turned over neatly, and climbed out of the wooden window.

She finally took off the goosebumps-inducing disguise she wore during the day, exposed her true nature and came to settle the score with him!

Escape was a completely subconscious drive. The habit he had developed over the years made him insist on running gracefully even if he was escaping. After landing firmly, he lifted his feet slightly and swept his body out.

Luo Binghe's clear and clear voice reached his ears with a chilling smile: "During the day, I saw Master treating Gong Yixiao so intimately and tenderly, and at night he held the lamp and waited for Master Liu until late at night, fisting affectionately, Why is it my disciple’s turn to be so alienated?”

Damn it, the distance is getting n times closer every time you say something. This speed is unscientific!

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, thinking that no matter what, he would find a helper first, and shouted from his Dantian: "Liu Qingge!"

Luo Binghe's voice approached again, this time it was not so gentle, but with a sneer: "Uncle Liu is fighting with others, I'm afraid he has no time. Master, if you have any instructions, why not tell me explain?"

Don’t take that seriously!

Shen Qingqiu knew that Liu Qingge had probably been held back by Luo Binghe in some way, so he couldn't count on it, so he poured all his spiritual energy into his lower body, hoping to explode with speed.

But he was so stubborn that he forgot that now was the period of incurable poisoning!

It was too late to react. At that moment, all the blood in his body seemed to have condensed, and Shen Qingqiu's body suddenly sank.

The next moment, his throat was suddenly blocked, and his back hit the cold stone wall hard. His spine and skin were painful from the impact, and his head was buzzing.

Luo Binghe is close at hand.

Shen Qingqiu was thrown against the wall by him with one hand, and the back of his head was knocked unconscious. It took a long time for his vision to clear up.

The moonlight shone more and more, making Luo Binghe's outline look more and more like a jade sculpture carved in ice, as handsome as a jade.

He leaned very close and whispered softly: "We haven't seen each other for many years, but the master keeps calling other people's names. This disciple is really a little sad."

He kept saying he was sad, but his lips were smiling and his eyes were murderous. No matter how you looked at it, he was just telling lies!

Shen Qingqiu felt as if his throat was being strangled by an iron hoop. His throat was rolling hard and it was difficult to swallow, let alone speak.

His fingers can barely form a sword technique, but now his spiritual power is stagnant and the knots are white. No matter how standard the technique is, he can't summon the Xiuya Sword.

Moreover, Luo Binghe's hand was gradually tightening and tightening.

Suddenly, Shen Qingqiu's eyes lit up, and a huge dialog box popped up.

This dialog box is completely different from before. The previous error message was like the XP system error message, but now it is simple, low-key, luxurious and connotative...the focus is on the content! System prompt: [Do you want to accept the warm prompt from the system to solve the minor troubles you are currently facing? 】

You call this a "little trouble"? !

Shen Qingqiu roared at the top of his lungs in his consciousness: "Come on! Is there any simple mode? Please give me a simple mode!"

System: [Permission activated. Do you want to enable key props to stay alive? 】

Shen Qingqiu's eyes were so suffocated that they turned green: "And there are key props?! Tell me how much coolness you need to buy them!"

System: [The props are already in your equipment. Do you want to use the "Fake Jade Guanyin" prop to consume Luo Binghe's 100 anger points? 】

Damn it, Luo Binghe’s only relic left by his adoptive mother is the fake jade Guanyin!

How come he kept forgetting the life-saving props and high-end equipment he got when he first came to this world? He was begging for food with a golden rice bowl in his arms. The system finally reminded you of the right thing!

Shen Qingqiu: "Use, use, use!" His Adam's apple was almost pinched into two!

System: [Warm reminder: This prop can only be used once, and can consume up to 5000 of Luo Binghe’s anger points.]

Shen Qingqiu reined in his horse: "Wait a minute——!!!"

Luo Binghe's current anger level is only 100 points? ! Are you kidding me? ! He is so evil and crazy at 100 points. What will he look like when his anger value is 5,000 points? The picture is so beautiful that I can’t even imagine it! The point is - using an item that can consume up to 5,000 to deal with a situation of only 100, and losing the opportunity to use it from now on, even if his life is at stake, Shen Qingqiu still needs some time to feel distressed and entangled!

If this continues, he will either die of suffocation or his throat bones will be crushed.

Just when Shen Qingqiu was about to grit his teeth and use life-saving tools, his neck suddenly relaxed.

Shen Qingqiu propped himself up against the wall and managed to stand still, finally not falling to his knees with a plop on the spot. You can't escape by running, so just face the boss head on.

Luo Binghe almost strangled him to death just now, but now he came to help him with a smile, just like the expression he used to help him get off the carriage or give him snacks. Shen Qingqiu actually forgot to break away for a moment, only feeling that this sophisticated behavior was creepy.

Luo Binghe sighed: "Master, why did you run so fast? This disciple almost couldn't catch up."

Haha, I can't catch you. Who was so free just now that he followed closely behind and played cat and mouse for a long time without even taking a breath?

Shen Qingqiu took a few breaths and spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse: "You are very courageous. Come back in a dignified manner. Aren't you afraid that others will discover your true identity?"

Luo Binghe's eyes flashed and he said, "Master, are you concerned about this, or are you worried about this?"

Shen Qingqiu thought his words were quite interesting. Is there any difference between "care" and "worry" when used here?

He couldn't help but ask: "Do you think I won't tell others?"

Luo Binghe looked at him and said with pity: "Master, then others must be willing to believe you."

Shen Qingqiu's heart thumped.

Does he mean to do it like the original work, where he will first ruin his reputation, and then slowly step by step, push himself to a dead end, and slowly play to death?

The original work Shen Qingqiu had two major flaws: 1. He molested many girls and women; 2. He killed many members of his sect and non-sect members.

But Shen Qingqiu asked himself, since using this shell, he has definitely not inherited the original owner's hobbies and aspirations. Can Luo Binghe still destroy his reputation, prestige and social status?

System: [Friendly answer: Of course you can. 】

Shen Qingqiu: "Shut up, okay? Only the male protagonist can't think of it, but he can't do it without him. Of course I know he can thank you."

System: [You’re welcome. No B-value will be charged for this answer. 】

Shen Qingqiu directly dismissed the pop-up dialog box.

He rubbed his throat, stood for a while, and found that Luo Binghe was just looking at him with his eyes open, showing no intention of continuing to do anything.

Still watching?

Don’t you think that after being apart for a few years, you want to make up for what you haven’t seen enough?

System: [Protagonist’s coolness +50.]

Shen Qingqiu: "You have been upgraded, why did you omit the reason for the extra points? Don't tell me to increase the points later. I didn't do anything, so how can I increase my coolness? And can you not show up for a while!"

After a long while, Shen Qingqiu said: "What do you want to do when you come back?"

Luo Binghe said: "I just miss how well Master treats me. I just want to come back and have a look."

Shen Qingqiu automatically understood that he was coming back to settle old accounts.

The questions and answers with Luo Binghe turned out to be quite harmonious. Shen Qingqiu gradually became bolder in speaking. He moved his fingers to the hilt of his sword calmly: "Just to kill me? So what's going on with the plague in Jinlan City? Is it difficult?" Don’t all the residents of this city treat you well?”

Who would have thought that as soon as these words came out, they would touch some of Luo Binghe's reverse scales. In an instant, it was as if cold stars had fallen from his eyes, and the faint trace of smile disappeared without a trace.

After a while, Luo Binghe said: "Master really hates the demons." There was a trace of suppressed anger in his tone.

No, actually.

Luo Binghe gritted his teeth: "No, it should be said that he hates me deeply."

Look, don’t you understand this well... what the heck?

I didn't say that. It's not to the point of being deeply disgusted, it's just a bit of a psychological shadow. Don’t go too far with your brainstorming, thank you!

Luo Binghe suddenly took a step towards him, and Shen Qingqiu suddenly became wary and took a step back.

Their eyes collided in the air, and Luo Binghe seemed to be aware of his own irritability, and his voice became colder when he spoke.

"Does Master really think that killing people, setting fires, slaughtering cities and annihilating countries, just because of the half of the blood in my body, will be done sooner or later?"

Shen Qingqiu could only remain silent.

If he had a physical copy of "The Path of the Proud Immortal", he would probably have slapped the book on his face.

Hammer on hammer! This 20-million-word novel is full of the hammers you want! Not only did you kill people and set fire to the city and country, but you also destroyed the world of demons and immortals. The use of words to describe what you did has lost its exaggerated meaning!

When Luo Binghe saw Shen Qingqiu lowering his eyes and eyelashes without saying a word, he took it as his acquiescence and sneered: "In that case, why did you say such high-sounding words like good and evil regardless of race?"

His face suddenly darkened, his brows filled with anger, and he suddenly raised his hand and shouted: "Hypocrisy in the extreme!"

Shen Qingqiu had been on guard for a long time, so he quickly retreated and narrowly avoided the attack. Looking back, I saw that the wall I had been leaning against had been shattered into pieces.

Although he had known that Luo Binghe's temperament would change drastically after coming out of a place like the Infernal Abyss, he never expected that his personality would change to this extent. To say he is moody is an understatement.

It's one thing to predict the outcome in a book, but it's another thing to see someone you once knew become like this. Especially since this result can basically be attributed to him.

Luo Binghe seemed to have never really intended to hit him. After venting his critical blow, he lost some energy, turned his head, and stretched out his hand as if to catch him. Shen Qingqiu suddenly pulled out the Xiu Ya sword.

It's been a long time since he drew his sword manually. In the past, he mostly used sword techniques to summon it, but now that he has no spiritual power, he can only do it manually. There was no way, he couldn't just surrender, at least at this time, he definitely couldn't sit still and wait for death.

This is a huge miscalculation. It was originally thought that Luo Binghe would have to practice for five years before he could climb up from the Abyss. Who knew that he would become more and more frustrated and just pushed the time forward by half. And counting the days, the Sun Moon Dew Huazhi that Shen Qingqiu kept in captivity as a life-saving trump card has not yet been raised to the point where it can take effect.

Seeing this, Luo Binghe slowly raised his hand, allowing Shen Qingqiu to see clearly the purple-black magic breath rolling in his palm, and said slowly: "Master. Guess, if I catch Xiuya Sword, how many times will it take Will it be completely eroded?”

No need to guess, I will bet 50 cents at most once! Shen Qingqiu felt desolate in his heart.

Luo Binghe took another step closer, and Shen Qingqiu had no choice but to raise his sword to fight.

He had been mentally prepared for Xiuya Sword to be scrapped, but Luo Binghe suddenly saw something. He was startled, suddenly removed the magic weapon from his palm, and directly intercepted the sword's edge with his hand.

Shen Qingqiu didn't expect that it would actually stab him. This is already the second time! In such a stunned moment, Luo Binghe slashed his wrist, his palm suddenly loosened, the sword dropped to the ground, and was kicked away by Luo Binghe.

Luo Binghe held Shen Qingqiu's wrist tightly with one hand, blood was flowing out of his palm, soaking Shen Qingqiu's sleeve, the blood was flowing, making him feel uncomfortable. Just when he was confused, Luo Binghe turned his hand over: "Infected?"

Shen Qingqiu's arm was scattered with a few small red spots, slightly more than during the day.

Luo Binghe's slender fingers brushed over it, and the red spots dissipated at his fingertips.

Sure enough, for Luo Binghe, this little thing was not a threat at all.

Luo Binghe seemed to soften his expression and said: "Master's hand is also full of disasters."

... They actually thought of the same thing. Shen Qingqiu looked at the back of his hand, which was as smooth as before, and he was more and more confused about Luo Binghe's brain circuit. At present, it seems that he remembered that this hand also helped him block the barbs on the poison armor, and he also cared about the old friendship?

He was just guessing this, when suddenly, someone punched him in the lower abdomen.

Luo Binghe smiled and said, "Let's put things in order. Since it was Master who started it, then you should swallow the bitter fruit. You should make up for the wounds Master left behind."

Shen Qingqiu thought he was using metaphors to express the psychological trauma he had left on him, but he felt a pain in his scalp, and his neck was forcibly pulled up. Luo Binghe's hand was brought to his lips, and a bloody taste rushed into his mouth.

Shen Qingqiu suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He realized that the "wound" Luo Binghe was referring to was the wound he had just left on his hand with the Xiu Ya Sword!

Fuck the crap - you can't drink it, you can't drink it, you absolutely can't drink this stuff!

He slapped the hand away, lowered his head to vomit out the blood he had swallowed, but Luo Binghe twisted it forcibly and continued to pour blood into his mouth. Luo Binghe tore open the wound on his hand, and the warm blood kept flowing out. He seemed to be happier: "Master, don't vomit. Although the blood of the demon is filthy, you won't necessarily die if you drink it, right?"

You won't die, but you will be worse off than dead!

The author has something to say: I found that the number of words in the last chapter was too high...