The young man got up and rummaged through the broken wooden box in the corner of the hut for a while, and when he turned around again, there was a small knife in his hand that was so dark that the pattern could not be seen clearly.
The small knife is only as long as a human palm, and the blade is as thin and curved as a crescent moon. There are circles of raised reliefs on the handle, but the knife looks like a labor object, and the relief has been rubbed long ago. The details of the black and shiny outline have completely disappeared, and it is completely impossible to see what was carved before.
When the young man held the knife, his attitude was also very cautious, with a cautious look, as if he was afraid that the thing on the relief would come to life.But to be honest, this knife is indeed a bit strange. Chang Xiaoqing watched the young man walking towards him with the knife. Aroma, the taste is heavy and has a fishy smell that cannot be ignored, but if it is just stinky, the taste can be regarded as sweet and greasy, thick, like extremely viscous honey, just smelling it Makes me a little nauseous.
Chang Xiaoqing stared at the young man tremblingly holding a knife and approaching him with a condensed expression. His eyes flicked over the young man's back, and he saw the man's thin quilted jacket, most of which was soaked with sweat.
"I'm going to cut your blood vessels with a knife later, the blood won't coagulate in the wound made by this knife—" The young man seemed to be very afraid of Chang Xiaoqing, biting his lower lip and whispering to him, "Nong, don't use force so ruthlessly again. That's what the folk prescription needs to do. I dare not harm you."
Chang Xiaoqing remained motionless, and looked up at the young man, his eyes were cold, like a sharp blade immersed in ice water, cold, biting, and sharp.
"You can't hurt me." Chang Xiaoqing said, the words fell, only to see his fingertips moved slightly, the young man suddenly let out a cry of pain, and a moment later, a strand of black hair fell from the young man's shoulders, dangling down, Scattered on the tiptoes of youth.
"What a melon—"
The young man stroked the ends of his hair to his eyes, and looked at the bald dog's tail with a handful of hair missing, as if he was about to faint.With a sharp fox-like face, the complexion suddenly turned from white to blue, and amidst the fear, the narrow eyes that were raised up revealed a faint look of extreme irritation.
"Wait, when your blood is gone, if I want to hurt you, it will be easy..."
He changed his words and said harsh words, showing a stupid look.
Chang Xiaoqing's pupils were dark, but she didn't speak again.
When he was silent, the madness and paranoia that surged in his body were more obvious than before, and the expression on his skeleton-like face could not be described in words—and facing Chang Xiaoqing's face, it was somewhat silly. The thin and tall young man suddenly trembled, and a few bean-sized drops of cold sweat trickled down his forehead, condensing his messy hair into a bunch.
"..."
Afterwards, the young man didn't say a single arrogant word. Under Chang Xiaoqing's watchful eyes, his movements were more agile than before.He shook out a little powder from a black pottery medicine cup, washed it with cold wine and motioned Chang Xiaoqing to take it.
Chang Xiaoqing reached out to take the medicine cup, as if she didn't see the countless red spots the size of sesame seeds squirming in the light blue wine, she drank the liquid in the medicine cup in one gulp.
"Well--"
He immediately let out a muffled grunt, and his pale face was suddenly stained with a sickly flush.
The young man approached Chang Xiaoqing silently like a ghost at this moment, the black knife turned slightly between his fingers, and the crescent-like tip of the knife quickly slashed along the bulging blue blood vessels on the latter's wrist With a knife, the dark red blood seemed to be congealed, and it took a while to seep out from the silk-like wound - there was only a line at first, and then more and more blood gushed down directly onto Lin Mao's lying bed. Inside the coffin.
A strong smell of fishy sweetness rises in the icy hut.
Different from the usual bloody smell, every drop of the so-called Yang blood flowing out of Chang Xiaoqing's body is like a black knife in the young man's hand, exuding a strange and sweet aroma.
And Lin Mao, who was almost the same as a dead person, with almost no breath, suddenly trembled slightly amidst the lingering fragrance.
Naturally, Chang Xiaoqing never missed Lin Mao's action, he suddenly raised his head to look at the young man beside him, his pupils shining like will-o'-the-wisps at this moment finally revealed a little anger because of the anticipation and surprise.
The young man clapped his hands, his eyebrows curved, and he suddenly smiled.Chang Xiaoqing is used to not caring about people other than Lin Mao, so naturally he didn't realize that this young man was actually a very handsome young man: such a face was so white that it was a bit stiff, and when he looked closely, he was as careful as a woman. The ground has been powdered, the two thin eyebrows are light in color, the eyes are also slender, the pupil color is much lighter than that of ordinary people, and the eyeballs are golden like the finest honeydew.The upturned corners of the mouth, even when not smiling, have a hint of a half-smile.
And when he really laughed, there was always a weird and evil look on his face unconsciously.
"It's almost ready."
The young man laughed.
As if responding to the young man's words, Lin Mao suddenly sat up from the coffin amidst the laughter, but his eyes were still closed on his jade-like face, with dark eyelashes Pressing the sickly blue and black under the eye sockets, a bright red and soft tip of the tongue was exposed between the pale lips.Afterwards, like a little beast that had just been born and hadn't opened its eyes yet, Lin Mao turned his face to the side, followed the smell of blood, and groped towards Chang Xiaoqing ignorantly.
Chang Xiaoqing watched Lin Mao raise both hands towards him, a section of snow-white arm was exposed from the soft and thin cuff, and it wrapped around his lean and tight body awkwardly and slowly.Master who has turned into a teenager, his skin without a trace of blemish is so cool and moist, sticking to his copper-colored rough skin, it is as soft and slippery as if it has been coated with thin oil.
"call……"
Lin Mao closed his eyes tightly, his breath was hot, and he patted his muscular arm lightly.
Chang Xiaoqing lowered her eyes, staring at Master's face that was so familiar yet extremely strange, her gaze was unsteady.
It would be a lie to say that he was unmoved.
The moment Lin Mao's cool and soft lips pressed against his arm, Chang Xiaoqing, who had never been shaken even with a sharp blade on his body, trembled slightly with his tight flesh like poured iron.
With the slight tingling wound being sucked by the soft lips, Chang Xiaoqing could feel the blood flowing into Lin Mao's mouth continuously, and he heard Lin Mao let out a thin, contented hum .
Chang Xiaoqing's Adam's apple rolled, every muscle and every inch of his skin was tense to the point of pain because of the contact he had never had before.
And his mind went blank.
Time seemed to slow down suddenly at this moment, as slow as a fish trapped in ice.
Ice and snow, cold wind, blood drops, in Chang Xiaoqing's mind, all of these are still, and the only thing that flows is the ethereal fragrance lingering faintly from Lin Mao's body.Different from the strong sweet smell, the fragrance of Lin Mao's body is warm and comfortable, which reminds Chang Xiaoqing slowly of the scent he smelled from the collar of that man when he was lying in Lin Mao's arms when he was still young. Thin honey fragrance.
Chang Xiaoqing clearly felt that Lin Mao's tongue was regularly licking the wound that was mercilessly cut by the black knife. The young man who was still in a coma had almost cruel greed when he sucked blood. He did not hesitate Pushing Chang Xiaoqing's body more blood gushes out.But for Chang Xiaoqing, gradually, even the pain overflowing from the wound became numb.The wet, sticky aroma enveloped him, and his vision gradually became dark and drowsy.
He struggled to raise his other hand, and carefully stroked Lin Mao's loose black hair.
The black hair brushed the back of his hand and fingertips like running water.
"Master..."
Chang Xiaoqing called softly, even the simple action of raising his hand seemed to have become an extremely difficult challenge now, his body was as heavy as a stone.
Lin Mao's movements paused, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he actually opened his eyes slowly at the sound of "Master".It's just that his eyes are still hazy and chaotic, there is no reflection of anyone in his pupils, only nothingness.
After blinking slowly, Lin Mao closed his eyes again as if he was extremely sleepy.
It's just that the blood-sucking action became more ferocious, and his appearance became plump at a speed visible to the naked eye - in contrast, Chang Xiaoqing's face turned grayer and his body gradually limp.
"boom--"
Finally, the white-haired man completely lost consciousness and fell directly beside the coffin, but even so, Lin Mao still held his arm firmly in his mouth.It's just that the change in posture forced Lin Mao to sit up, his upper body was about to climb out of the coffin, his arms were tightly wrapped around Chang Xiaoqing's copper-colored flesh like a white snake, and he kept swallowing the fishy sweetness And warm blood.
His cheeks turned a pale peach color due to unconscious eagerness, and there was a hint of damp redness in the corners of his eyes.
And the young man watched this scene quietly, and unconsciously showed a vicious and mean sneer, and two pointed canine teeth were exposed under his thin lips.
At this moment, he finally completely lifted off the cowardly and innocent mask that was hanging on his face before.
"Okay, okay, I have to save a bite and eat later."
Seeing that Chang Xiaoqing's whole body was covered with a strange bluish-white color, and he was just one breath away from being sucked dry, the young man walked forward slowly, pressed Lin Mao's forehead, and forcibly pulled him out of Chang Xiaoqing's body. Xiaoqing's body was torn off.
Lin Mao let out a few whispers between his lips and teeth, and his slender body fell into the arms of the young man, still twisting his body gently, moistened by the blood, the young man's appearance was as gorgeous as a mountain monster, his eyebrows and eyes The lips and teeth were so beautiful that the young man lowered his head and glanced at him hastily, his breathing also fluttered.Immediately, he couldn't move his eyes away, and could only stare at Lin Mao's face.After a while, the young man let out a sigh of joy and distress from his throat. He stretched out his thumb and gently wiped away the bright red blood stain left at the corner of Lin Mao's mouth.
Xu Shi felt the warmth of a human extremity near his mouth, Lin Mao's eyeballs flickered under his eyelids, and then the sleeping boy opened his mouth like a wild beast, and bit the young man's finger.
The young man didn't struggle, his slender eyebrows and eyes revealed a hint of pampering, and he let Lin Mao use his teeth to leave tooth marks on his fingers without moving.
Strange to say, Lin Mao was so hungry and thirsty by the blood. When he bit the young man's finger, he was naturally merciless. It didn't take long before he bit the young man's finger with a deep bone wound. However, the young man's finger The flesh on the top was gaped outwards, and under the white skin was the same gray and white flesh, which was still sucked and licked by Lin Mao with the tip of his tongue for a long time, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.
"Why are you so greedy?"
The young man didn't care about his physical abnormality at all, and said to Lin Mao sweetly.
Lin Mao frowned slightly, and a look of distress slowly appeared on his face.Not finding the blood that he longed for in the chaos, Lin Mao just wanted to spit out the young man's fingers, but the man was unmoved, his cold palm firmly stuck Lin Mao's chin, and his thumb was in Lin Mao's mouth. Stirring back and forth, playing with the wet and soft tip of the tongue.
"Well……"
A wisp of saliva flowed out from the corner of Lin Mao's closed mouth. Lin Mao's struggle became stronger. Then the young man withdrew his hand and forced Lin Mao back into the coffin. After a while, Lin Mao's body finally recovered slowly. The young man relaxed and lay quietly in the coffin or something like that—the young man looked into the coffin with a smile, where Lin Mao was breathing steadily, with a ruddy complexion, and was sleeping very soundly like a begonia.
Only then did the young man approach Lin Mao, put his hands on the young man's body, and slowly took off the blood-stained silk clothes on his body.
Lin Mao's body was exposed inch by inch in the young man's sight. He was really well-proportioned, slender and flexible, with beautiful shoulders, neck, chest and waist, except for the right part of his chest, where he could vaguely see his body. A peach-colored slender trace, at first glance, looks like someone picked a little bit of rouge with his fingernails, and lightly scratched that jade-like chest—it was the one that almost killed Lin Mao before. A terrifying sword wound.
Because of Lin Mao's fair skin, the scar was somewhat obvious.
"hateful--"
When the young man's eyes touched the sword wound, a look of great regret immediately appeared on his face.
Based on the prescription he prepared before, it stands to reason that no matter how serious the injury is, it should be healed by the yang qi and true essence contained in the boy's blood energy, until it is healed without leaving a trace.
In the end, something went wrong at the most critical juncture—Chang Xiaoqing's martial arts cannot be judged by common sense, the sword energy should have fallen on Qiao Muyun's body, and naturally added more force than usual when wielding the sword. A bit vicious.The young man allowed Lin Mao to take blood from Chang Xiaoqing's body until the latter was dying, but in the end, a faint mark was left on Lin Mao's body.
The young man stretched out his hand and gently slid his fingertips along the peach-colored sword wound. His body trembled and he almost shed tears because of the heartache.
"I should have killed the person who hurt you..." The young man paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and changed his words viciously, "No, it would be so cheap to die... In fact, he should have crushed that idiot's bones inch by inch, It would be better to cut off the blood, and stuff the heart-breaking bone-eating worm into the rotten meat."
He turned his head and glanced at Chang Xiaoqing who was lying on the side of the coffin, breathing weakly, and then stepped heavily on the white-haired man's chest.
"Crack-"
Just under this foot, there was a faint muffled sound in Chang Xiaoqing's body, and it was unknown which bone was broken by the young man.But even so, the young man still seemed to be puzzled, and kicked Chang Xiaoqing far away, until his body hit the corner of the wall heavily, and the whole thatched hut rustled. The snowflakes on the roof shook a lot before they barely stopped.
Chang Xiaoqing fell sideways on the ground, her face was like gold paper, but there was only a little bit of blood oozing out of her mouth and nose, it was obvious that she had been half-dried by blood sucking, and she barely breathed.
"Forget it, seeing that you are well-bred and well-flesh--please forgive me."
Seeing Chang Xiaoqing's current miserable state, the young man still showed a regretful expression of "I've made it easier for you", clapped his hands lightly, and muttered with a smile on his face.
After finishing speaking, he turned to Lin Mao again, supported the edge of the coffin with one hand, leaned down slowly, pressed his face to Lin Mao's body, and dropped many kisses on the jade-like skin with a clicking sound.
His breathing was getting heavier, and the joints he pinched on the edge of the coffin were faintly revealing a little bit of whiteness.
After a while, the young man suddenly lifted up like a drowning person, raised his face and let out a rapid and long gasp, then knelt down softly on the side of the coffin, his face was flushed and his eyes were shining like water.
After a while, the young man seemed to have regained his breath, and stood up slowly, with a sad expression on his face.
"If I hadn't fallen into this situation now..." He pressed his chest, still staring at Lin Mao greedily, and murmured resentfully, "How could it be that stinky man's turn to suck blood for you... ..."
He put Lin Mao's messy clothes back on carefully, tied up the belt, then lifted Lin Mao's body to lean against his arms, and after posing properly, he slowly pulled out a red thread from the collar. Wooden comb tied with string.
The workmanship of the wooden comb is really rough, and the plum blossoms the size of copper coins and a crooked magpie can be barely discerned on the back.
If the wooden comb hadn't been dyed red (but even the red color has almost faded due to long-term friction), I'm afraid no one would recognize it as a wedding comb—but in all fairness, even if it is Poor people may not even look down on such a crudely made comb that looks like a child's game when they get married.
But the young man with amber eyes was holding the comb as if he was holding the most precious glazed treasure in the world.
He carefully picked up Lin Mao's loose long hair, and inserted the comb into the dark hair.
"If you comb once to the head, you don't have to worry about wealth; if you comb to the head twice, you will be free from disease and worry; if you comb to the head three times, you will have more children and live longer; if you comb to the end, you will raise your eyebrows evenly; if you comb to the end, you will be healthy." Fly together with each other; Comb three combs to the end, and wear them together forever. There is a head and a tail, rich and rich..."
While combing Lin Mao's hair carefully, the young man sang in a soft voice.
If Lin Mao was still conscious, he would feel that the singing sound was so familiar that it frightened him—this was exactly the singing sound he heard in that weird nightmare, haunting and sad, every breath, every word, every line of the song , all revealing the fanaticism and paranoia of a demon.
"Brother Mao'er, when you are completely cured, don't forget my love for you, Xianxian. I promised to be together forever and never leave. Don't break your promise... I really don't want to be poisonous and melt this Open your face," after singing the upside-down libretto, the young man and Lin Mao put their faces together and whispered very affectionately, "I really don't want to hurt you, but who told you to be that heartless person who kills thousands of knives?" , White-eyed wolf, hurt my sincerity to Lennon.”
In the end, this self-proclaimed "immortal" young man was also a "heart" and "enemy" and said a lot of crazy and sweet words to the unconscious Lin Mao, and there was a little bit of undisguised southern love at the end of the words. accent.
Finally, this "immortal" combed Lin Mao's hair anyway, and then carefully put the comb back into his collar and wore it next to his body.After thinking about it, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he leaned against Lin Mao's temples and kissed the hair gently many times——
"Crack, click——"
There was a soft sound mixed in the whistling wind and snow.
Xianxian immersed in the sweet intimacy suddenly felt the hairs on his back explode, and before he had time to think about it, he immediately embraced Lin Mao with his hands and jumped to avoid a distance of ten feet. The dangerous aura of the bell ringing suddenly came from a figure staggering up from the corner of the wall.
"what?"
After seeing the figure clearly, Xianxian's expression changed, and he couldn't help but let out a low cry.
The person who got up from the corner was naturally Chang Xiaoqing.
It's just that the white-haired man who was only nine points like a ghost before, but at this moment he really looks like an evil ghost coming to the world.
The man's blood-losing flesh was covered with corpse-like ashes, and the whites of the eyes were hardly visible in the opened eyes, only a pair of black and hollow pupils, with a strange red light shining straight at the immortal and the immortal. Lin Mao's direction.
"Master...Father..."
Chang Xiaoqing made a rough voice like a stone being honed, still calling Lin Mao.
Before he could finish his call, the skinny white-haired man trembled, and the dim hut suddenly shook violently, crumbling—it turned out that Chang Xiaoqing's internal energy was surging, and the surging internal energy actually blew up a gust of wind in the house. blast.
The originally dilapidated thatched hut was torn open several open gaps, and the wind and snow rushed into the hut screaming, covering the ground, tables, chairs, and even the surface of the coffin with a thin layer of snow. .
"how so?!"
An unbelievable question was squeezed out between the fairy teeth.
For so many years, he has been immersed in medical skills for many years, so he naturally knows what Chang Xiaoqing's condition was like before - many days of fright, anger, worry and sorrow have already drained all his energy like a burning fire, and then he is afraid that He fought against people with high martial arts skills for a long time, and he was injured. From Chang Xiaoqing's crazy state before, it could be seen that he was already in a state of insanity. , but it is only strong on the outside and dry on the inside, almost to the point of exhaustion.If it weren't for this, Xianxian would not deliberately let Chang Xiaoqing take a rare medicine to help him gather blood before Lin Mao took blood, so as to prevent him from dying suddenly.
The strange medicine is really like what he said before, it has the effect of "healing the dead, healing the bones", but even so, the effect of the medicine is only to hang Chang Xiaoqing's life, so that he can breathe Take a breath, live through the days when Lin Mao is thirsty for blood.
But, Chang Xiaoqing's appearance now, is there any dying appearance?
With Xianxian's martial arts, facing Chang Xiaoqing at this moment, there is a sense of horror in his bones - except for the more than ten years when his martial arts were not good when he debuted, he has never had such a terrifying moment of vigilance for a long time up.
At this moment, if someone stood on the mountainside outside the thatched hut and looked towards the small courtyard of the unknown old man, he would definitely be more horrified than the immortal at this moment: the howling cold wind and ice and snow seemed to be attracted by an invisible gravitational force when they approached the hut. In the past, invisible power swept out like a sea tide. The natural power between the heaven and the earth was actually driven by people at this moment, circling and turning along the swaying hut, and the crystal clear snowflakes were even stronger in this frenzied wind. It was transformed into fine ice and snow powder.
"Whoa-"
The dilapidated hut finally couldn't bear the impact of someone's internal force in the house. The decayed thatch and the broken brown beams rose up, and were directly drawn into the wind, and were smashed into pieces by the wind blade in a short while.
After the roof was lifted, the surroundings of the three of them became much brighter.
Xianxian's pale golden pupils shrunk to a tiny point, and for the first time there was a trace of solemnity on his face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Heh, shouldn't it be said that he is a good apprentice raised by my darling?"
After he was stunned for a moment, he reluctantly gritted his teeth and said, then stretched out his long sleeves, and a wave of inner strength was like a sword, piercing through the gust of wind all over Chang Xiaoqing's body, and piercing several big points on his body.
But under Xianxian's attacks, Chang Xiaoqing only swayed slightly.
"Master...don't...don't go...don't leave me..."
The man who looked like a ghost shouted with a vague sense of fear, and at the same time as he spoke, he was already dragging his feet, step by step towards Xianxian and Lin Mao.
Xianxian hugged Lin Mao tightly, and then retreated a few feet away, while Chang Xiaoqing seemed to be heavy like a zombie, but in fact he looked like a ghost—before Xianxian's toes touched the ground, he was already He stood where the two of them had been before.
"Where did the little monster come from?!"
Xianxian let out a low cry, kept walking, raised his breath and swept away a certain distance.
But in just a split second, Chang Xiaoqing followed up again - not only did he follow up, but he also stretched out his hand, but he wanted to take Lin Mao directly from the fairy's arms.
It was too late to say it, but it was just a blink of an eye, Xianxian and Chang Xiaoqing had already performed dozens of tricks.
"puff--"
"puff--"
"puff--"
……
Under the attack, Chang Xiaoqing finally paused in his steps. On his naked upper body, several finger-sized flesh holes burst out at several fatal points—but it was the same as before, even with such an injury, the wound There is only a faint hint of dark red in the middle.
And even though Xianxian seems to have the upper hand, it can't be said that he is not embarrassed.
When he stood still at a distance, his breathing was out of rhythm, and then he felt a slight numbness on his face, he raised his hand to wipe it casually, and then he was stunned.
Although there was no blood, the bruises from his fingertips told him that his face had already been cut by Chang Xiaoqing.Indistinctly, a little hard bone could already be felt from the flesh wound.
"Fuck you melon &%... cut off my hair and ruined my appearance, fucking *&%¥#——"
Immediately, Xianxian was furious, and a series of idioms came out of his thin lips. Just from the tone of voice, one could tell that it was a very vicious curse.
And Chang Xiaoqing just tilted his head slightly under this curse, with a expressionless face, he raised his feet and continued to chase towards Xianxian.
Xianxian also changed his evasive attitude before, and was so excited that he lifted his body. With a slight movement of his wrist, his fingertips had already curled up with a black knife that was curved like a crescent moon and smelled fragrant.
And the tip of that knife was facing Chang Xiaoqing's chest - it can be said that Xianxian really had a killing intent this time.
Before, he could barely take care of Lin Mao's thirst for blood and save Chang Xiaoqing's life, but now he can't care so much.
Half of it was because of the disfigured anger, and the other half was because he couldn't resist Chang Xiaoqing's attack anymore if he didn't move his ultimate move!
The small knife is only as long as a human palm, and the blade is as thin and curved as a crescent moon. There are circles of raised reliefs on the handle, but the knife looks like a labor object, and the relief has been rubbed long ago. The details of the black and shiny outline have completely disappeared, and it is completely impossible to see what was carved before.
When the young man held the knife, his attitude was also very cautious, with a cautious look, as if he was afraid that the thing on the relief would come to life.But to be honest, this knife is indeed a bit strange. Chang Xiaoqing watched the young man walking towards him with the knife. Aroma, the taste is heavy and has a fishy smell that cannot be ignored, but if it is just stinky, the taste can be regarded as sweet and greasy, thick, like extremely viscous honey, just smelling it Makes me a little nauseous.
Chang Xiaoqing stared at the young man tremblingly holding a knife and approaching him with a condensed expression. His eyes flicked over the young man's back, and he saw the man's thin quilted jacket, most of which was soaked with sweat.
"I'm going to cut your blood vessels with a knife later, the blood won't coagulate in the wound made by this knife—" The young man seemed to be very afraid of Chang Xiaoqing, biting his lower lip and whispering to him, "Nong, don't use force so ruthlessly again. That's what the folk prescription needs to do. I dare not harm you."
Chang Xiaoqing remained motionless, and looked up at the young man, his eyes were cold, like a sharp blade immersed in ice water, cold, biting, and sharp.
"You can't hurt me." Chang Xiaoqing said, the words fell, only to see his fingertips moved slightly, the young man suddenly let out a cry of pain, and a moment later, a strand of black hair fell from the young man's shoulders, dangling down, Scattered on the tiptoes of youth.
"What a melon—"
The young man stroked the ends of his hair to his eyes, and looked at the bald dog's tail with a handful of hair missing, as if he was about to faint.With a sharp fox-like face, the complexion suddenly turned from white to blue, and amidst the fear, the narrow eyes that were raised up revealed a faint look of extreme irritation.
"Wait, when your blood is gone, if I want to hurt you, it will be easy..."
He changed his words and said harsh words, showing a stupid look.
Chang Xiaoqing's pupils were dark, but she didn't speak again.
When he was silent, the madness and paranoia that surged in his body were more obvious than before, and the expression on his skeleton-like face could not be described in words—and facing Chang Xiaoqing's face, it was somewhat silly. The thin and tall young man suddenly trembled, and a few bean-sized drops of cold sweat trickled down his forehead, condensing his messy hair into a bunch.
"..."
Afterwards, the young man didn't say a single arrogant word. Under Chang Xiaoqing's watchful eyes, his movements were more agile than before.He shook out a little powder from a black pottery medicine cup, washed it with cold wine and motioned Chang Xiaoqing to take it.
Chang Xiaoqing reached out to take the medicine cup, as if she didn't see the countless red spots the size of sesame seeds squirming in the light blue wine, she drank the liquid in the medicine cup in one gulp.
"Well--"
He immediately let out a muffled grunt, and his pale face was suddenly stained with a sickly flush.
The young man approached Chang Xiaoqing silently like a ghost at this moment, the black knife turned slightly between his fingers, and the crescent-like tip of the knife quickly slashed along the bulging blue blood vessels on the latter's wrist With a knife, the dark red blood seemed to be congealed, and it took a while to seep out from the silk-like wound - there was only a line at first, and then more and more blood gushed down directly onto Lin Mao's lying bed. Inside the coffin.
A strong smell of fishy sweetness rises in the icy hut.
Different from the usual bloody smell, every drop of the so-called Yang blood flowing out of Chang Xiaoqing's body is like a black knife in the young man's hand, exuding a strange and sweet aroma.
And Lin Mao, who was almost the same as a dead person, with almost no breath, suddenly trembled slightly amidst the lingering fragrance.
Naturally, Chang Xiaoqing never missed Lin Mao's action, he suddenly raised his head to look at the young man beside him, his pupils shining like will-o'-the-wisps at this moment finally revealed a little anger because of the anticipation and surprise.
The young man clapped his hands, his eyebrows curved, and he suddenly smiled.Chang Xiaoqing is used to not caring about people other than Lin Mao, so naturally he didn't realize that this young man was actually a very handsome young man: such a face was so white that it was a bit stiff, and when he looked closely, he was as careful as a woman. The ground has been powdered, the two thin eyebrows are light in color, the eyes are also slender, the pupil color is much lighter than that of ordinary people, and the eyeballs are golden like the finest honeydew.The upturned corners of the mouth, even when not smiling, have a hint of a half-smile.
And when he really laughed, there was always a weird and evil look on his face unconsciously.
"It's almost ready."
The young man laughed.
As if responding to the young man's words, Lin Mao suddenly sat up from the coffin amidst the laughter, but his eyes were still closed on his jade-like face, with dark eyelashes Pressing the sickly blue and black under the eye sockets, a bright red and soft tip of the tongue was exposed between the pale lips.Afterwards, like a little beast that had just been born and hadn't opened its eyes yet, Lin Mao turned his face to the side, followed the smell of blood, and groped towards Chang Xiaoqing ignorantly.
Chang Xiaoqing watched Lin Mao raise both hands towards him, a section of snow-white arm was exposed from the soft and thin cuff, and it wrapped around his lean and tight body awkwardly and slowly.Master who has turned into a teenager, his skin without a trace of blemish is so cool and moist, sticking to his copper-colored rough skin, it is as soft and slippery as if it has been coated with thin oil.
"call……"
Lin Mao closed his eyes tightly, his breath was hot, and he patted his muscular arm lightly.
Chang Xiaoqing lowered her eyes, staring at Master's face that was so familiar yet extremely strange, her gaze was unsteady.
It would be a lie to say that he was unmoved.
The moment Lin Mao's cool and soft lips pressed against his arm, Chang Xiaoqing, who had never been shaken even with a sharp blade on his body, trembled slightly with his tight flesh like poured iron.
With the slight tingling wound being sucked by the soft lips, Chang Xiaoqing could feel the blood flowing into Lin Mao's mouth continuously, and he heard Lin Mao let out a thin, contented hum .
Chang Xiaoqing's Adam's apple rolled, every muscle and every inch of his skin was tense to the point of pain because of the contact he had never had before.
And his mind went blank.
Time seemed to slow down suddenly at this moment, as slow as a fish trapped in ice.
Ice and snow, cold wind, blood drops, in Chang Xiaoqing's mind, all of these are still, and the only thing that flows is the ethereal fragrance lingering faintly from Lin Mao's body.Different from the strong sweet smell, the fragrance of Lin Mao's body is warm and comfortable, which reminds Chang Xiaoqing slowly of the scent he smelled from the collar of that man when he was lying in Lin Mao's arms when he was still young. Thin honey fragrance.
Chang Xiaoqing clearly felt that Lin Mao's tongue was regularly licking the wound that was mercilessly cut by the black knife. The young man who was still in a coma had almost cruel greed when he sucked blood. He did not hesitate Pushing Chang Xiaoqing's body more blood gushes out.But for Chang Xiaoqing, gradually, even the pain overflowing from the wound became numb.The wet, sticky aroma enveloped him, and his vision gradually became dark and drowsy.
He struggled to raise his other hand, and carefully stroked Lin Mao's loose black hair.
The black hair brushed the back of his hand and fingertips like running water.
"Master..."
Chang Xiaoqing called softly, even the simple action of raising his hand seemed to have become an extremely difficult challenge now, his body was as heavy as a stone.
Lin Mao's movements paused, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he actually opened his eyes slowly at the sound of "Master".It's just that his eyes are still hazy and chaotic, there is no reflection of anyone in his pupils, only nothingness.
After blinking slowly, Lin Mao closed his eyes again as if he was extremely sleepy.
It's just that the blood-sucking action became more ferocious, and his appearance became plump at a speed visible to the naked eye - in contrast, Chang Xiaoqing's face turned grayer and his body gradually limp.
"boom--"
Finally, the white-haired man completely lost consciousness and fell directly beside the coffin, but even so, Lin Mao still held his arm firmly in his mouth.It's just that the change in posture forced Lin Mao to sit up, his upper body was about to climb out of the coffin, his arms were tightly wrapped around Chang Xiaoqing's copper-colored flesh like a white snake, and he kept swallowing the fishy sweetness And warm blood.
His cheeks turned a pale peach color due to unconscious eagerness, and there was a hint of damp redness in the corners of his eyes.
And the young man watched this scene quietly, and unconsciously showed a vicious and mean sneer, and two pointed canine teeth were exposed under his thin lips.
At this moment, he finally completely lifted off the cowardly and innocent mask that was hanging on his face before.
"Okay, okay, I have to save a bite and eat later."
Seeing that Chang Xiaoqing's whole body was covered with a strange bluish-white color, and he was just one breath away from being sucked dry, the young man walked forward slowly, pressed Lin Mao's forehead, and forcibly pulled him out of Chang Xiaoqing's body. Xiaoqing's body was torn off.
Lin Mao let out a few whispers between his lips and teeth, and his slender body fell into the arms of the young man, still twisting his body gently, moistened by the blood, the young man's appearance was as gorgeous as a mountain monster, his eyebrows and eyes The lips and teeth were so beautiful that the young man lowered his head and glanced at him hastily, his breathing also fluttered.Immediately, he couldn't move his eyes away, and could only stare at Lin Mao's face.After a while, the young man let out a sigh of joy and distress from his throat. He stretched out his thumb and gently wiped away the bright red blood stain left at the corner of Lin Mao's mouth.
Xu Shi felt the warmth of a human extremity near his mouth, Lin Mao's eyeballs flickered under his eyelids, and then the sleeping boy opened his mouth like a wild beast, and bit the young man's finger.
The young man didn't struggle, his slender eyebrows and eyes revealed a hint of pampering, and he let Lin Mao use his teeth to leave tooth marks on his fingers without moving.
Strange to say, Lin Mao was so hungry and thirsty by the blood. When he bit the young man's finger, he was naturally merciless. It didn't take long before he bit the young man's finger with a deep bone wound. However, the young man's finger The flesh on the top was gaped outwards, and under the white skin was the same gray and white flesh, which was still sucked and licked by Lin Mao with the tip of his tongue for a long time, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.
"Why are you so greedy?"
The young man didn't care about his physical abnormality at all, and said to Lin Mao sweetly.
Lin Mao frowned slightly, and a look of distress slowly appeared on his face.Not finding the blood that he longed for in the chaos, Lin Mao just wanted to spit out the young man's fingers, but the man was unmoved, his cold palm firmly stuck Lin Mao's chin, and his thumb was in Lin Mao's mouth. Stirring back and forth, playing with the wet and soft tip of the tongue.
"Well……"
A wisp of saliva flowed out from the corner of Lin Mao's closed mouth. Lin Mao's struggle became stronger. Then the young man withdrew his hand and forced Lin Mao back into the coffin. After a while, Lin Mao's body finally recovered slowly. The young man relaxed and lay quietly in the coffin or something like that—the young man looked into the coffin with a smile, where Lin Mao was breathing steadily, with a ruddy complexion, and was sleeping very soundly like a begonia.
Only then did the young man approach Lin Mao, put his hands on the young man's body, and slowly took off the blood-stained silk clothes on his body.
Lin Mao's body was exposed inch by inch in the young man's sight. He was really well-proportioned, slender and flexible, with beautiful shoulders, neck, chest and waist, except for the right part of his chest, where he could vaguely see his body. A peach-colored slender trace, at first glance, looks like someone picked a little bit of rouge with his fingernails, and lightly scratched that jade-like chest—it was the one that almost killed Lin Mao before. A terrifying sword wound.
Because of Lin Mao's fair skin, the scar was somewhat obvious.
"hateful--"
When the young man's eyes touched the sword wound, a look of great regret immediately appeared on his face.
Based on the prescription he prepared before, it stands to reason that no matter how serious the injury is, it should be healed by the yang qi and true essence contained in the boy's blood energy, until it is healed without leaving a trace.
In the end, something went wrong at the most critical juncture—Chang Xiaoqing's martial arts cannot be judged by common sense, the sword energy should have fallen on Qiao Muyun's body, and naturally added more force than usual when wielding the sword. A bit vicious.The young man allowed Lin Mao to take blood from Chang Xiaoqing's body until the latter was dying, but in the end, a faint mark was left on Lin Mao's body.
The young man stretched out his hand and gently slid his fingertips along the peach-colored sword wound. His body trembled and he almost shed tears because of the heartache.
"I should have killed the person who hurt you..." The young man paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and changed his words viciously, "No, it would be so cheap to die... In fact, he should have crushed that idiot's bones inch by inch, It would be better to cut off the blood, and stuff the heart-breaking bone-eating worm into the rotten meat."
He turned his head and glanced at Chang Xiaoqing who was lying on the side of the coffin, breathing weakly, and then stepped heavily on the white-haired man's chest.
"Crack-"
Just under this foot, there was a faint muffled sound in Chang Xiaoqing's body, and it was unknown which bone was broken by the young man.But even so, the young man still seemed to be puzzled, and kicked Chang Xiaoqing far away, until his body hit the corner of the wall heavily, and the whole thatched hut rustled. The snowflakes on the roof shook a lot before they barely stopped.
Chang Xiaoqing fell sideways on the ground, her face was like gold paper, but there was only a little bit of blood oozing out of her mouth and nose, it was obvious that she had been half-dried by blood sucking, and she barely breathed.
"Forget it, seeing that you are well-bred and well-flesh--please forgive me."
Seeing Chang Xiaoqing's current miserable state, the young man still showed a regretful expression of "I've made it easier for you", clapped his hands lightly, and muttered with a smile on his face.
After finishing speaking, he turned to Lin Mao again, supported the edge of the coffin with one hand, leaned down slowly, pressed his face to Lin Mao's body, and dropped many kisses on the jade-like skin with a clicking sound.
His breathing was getting heavier, and the joints he pinched on the edge of the coffin were faintly revealing a little bit of whiteness.
After a while, the young man suddenly lifted up like a drowning person, raised his face and let out a rapid and long gasp, then knelt down softly on the side of the coffin, his face was flushed and his eyes were shining like water.
After a while, the young man seemed to have regained his breath, and stood up slowly, with a sad expression on his face.
"If I hadn't fallen into this situation now..." He pressed his chest, still staring at Lin Mao greedily, and murmured resentfully, "How could it be that stinky man's turn to suck blood for you... ..."
He put Lin Mao's messy clothes back on carefully, tied up the belt, then lifted Lin Mao's body to lean against his arms, and after posing properly, he slowly pulled out a red thread from the collar. Wooden comb tied with string.
The workmanship of the wooden comb is really rough, and the plum blossoms the size of copper coins and a crooked magpie can be barely discerned on the back.
If the wooden comb hadn't been dyed red (but even the red color has almost faded due to long-term friction), I'm afraid no one would recognize it as a wedding comb—but in all fairness, even if it is Poor people may not even look down on such a crudely made comb that looks like a child's game when they get married.
But the young man with amber eyes was holding the comb as if he was holding the most precious glazed treasure in the world.
He carefully picked up Lin Mao's loose long hair, and inserted the comb into the dark hair.
"If you comb once to the head, you don't have to worry about wealth; if you comb to the head twice, you will be free from disease and worry; if you comb to the head three times, you will have more children and live longer; if you comb to the end, you will raise your eyebrows evenly; if you comb to the end, you will be healthy." Fly together with each other; Comb three combs to the end, and wear them together forever. There is a head and a tail, rich and rich..."
While combing Lin Mao's hair carefully, the young man sang in a soft voice.
If Lin Mao was still conscious, he would feel that the singing sound was so familiar that it frightened him—this was exactly the singing sound he heard in that weird nightmare, haunting and sad, every breath, every word, every line of the song , all revealing the fanaticism and paranoia of a demon.
"Brother Mao'er, when you are completely cured, don't forget my love for you, Xianxian. I promised to be together forever and never leave. Don't break your promise... I really don't want to be poisonous and melt this Open your face," after singing the upside-down libretto, the young man and Lin Mao put their faces together and whispered very affectionately, "I really don't want to hurt you, but who told you to be that heartless person who kills thousands of knives?" , White-eyed wolf, hurt my sincerity to Lennon.”
In the end, this self-proclaimed "immortal" young man was also a "heart" and "enemy" and said a lot of crazy and sweet words to the unconscious Lin Mao, and there was a little bit of undisguised southern love at the end of the words. accent.
Finally, this "immortal" combed Lin Mao's hair anyway, and then carefully put the comb back into his collar and wore it next to his body.After thinking about it, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he leaned against Lin Mao's temples and kissed the hair gently many times——
"Crack, click——"
There was a soft sound mixed in the whistling wind and snow.
Xianxian immersed in the sweet intimacy suddenly felt the hairs on his back explode, and before he had time to think about it, he immediately embraced Lin Mao with his hands and jumped to avoid a distance of ten feet. The dangerous aura of the bell ringing suddenly came from a figure staggering up from the corner of the wall.
"what?"
After seeing the figure clearly, Xianxian's expression changed, and he couldn't help but let out a low cry.
The person who got up from the corner was naturally Chang Xiaoqing.
It's just that the white-haired man who was only nine points like a ghost before, but at this moment he really looks like an evil ghost coming to the world.
The man's blood-losing flesh was covered with corpse-like ashes, and the whites of the eyes were hardly visible in the opened eyes, only a pair of black and hollow pupils, with a strange red light shining straight at the immortal and the immortal. Lin Mao's direction.
"Master...Father..."
Chang Xiaoqing made a rough voice like a stone being honed, still calling Lin Mao.
Before he could finish his call, the skinny white-haired man trembled, and the dim hut suddenly shook violently, crumbling—it turned out that Chang Xiaoqing's internal energy was surging, and the surging internal energy actually blew up a gust of wind in the house. blast.
The originally dilapidated thatched hut was torn open several open gaps, and the wind and snow rushed into the hut screaming, covering the ground, tables, chairs, and even the surface of the coffin with a thin layer of snow. .
"how so?!"
An unbelievable question was squeezed out between the fairy teeth.
For so many years, he has been immersed in medical skills for many years, so he naturally knows what Chang Xiaoqing's condition was like before - many days of fright, anger, worry and sorrow have already drained all his energy like a burning fire, and then he is afraid that He fought against people with high martial arts skills for a long time, and he was injured. From Chang Xiaoqing's crazy state before, it could be seen that he was already in a state of insanity. , but it is only strong on the outside and dry on the inside, almost to the point of exhaustion.If it weren't for this, Xianxian would not deliberately let Chang Xiaoqing take a rare medicine to help him gather blood before Lin Mao took blood, so as to prevent him from dying suddenly.
The strange medicine is really like what he said before, it has the effect of "healing the dead, healing the bones", but even so, the effect of the medicine is only to hang Chang Xiaoqing's life, so that he can breathe Take a breath, live through the days when Lin Mao is thirsty for blood.
But, Chang Xiaoqing's appearance now, is there any dying appearance?
With Xianxian's martial arts, facing Chang Xiaoqing at this moment, there is a sense of horror in his bones - except for the more than ten years when his martial arts were not good when he debuted, he has never had such a terrifying moment of vigilance for a long time up.
At this moment, if someone stood on the mountainside outside the thatched hut and looked towards the small courtyard of the unknown old man, he would definitely be more horrified than the immortal at this moment: the howling cold wind and ice and snow seemed to be attracted by an invisible gravitational force when they approached the hut. In the past, invisible power swept out like a sea tide. The natural power between the heaven and the earth was actually driven by people at this moment, circling and turning along the swaying hut, and the crystal clear snowflakes were even stronger in this frenzied wind. It was transformed into fine ice and snow powder.
"Whoa-"
The dilapidated hut finally couldn't bear the impact of someone's internal force in the house. The decayed thatch and the broken brown beams rose up, and were directly drawn into the wind, and were smashed into pieces by the wind blade in a short while.
After the roof was lifted, the surroundings of the three of them became much brighter.
Xianxian's pale golden pupils shrunk to a tiny point, and for the first time there was a trace of solemnity on his face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Heh, shouldn't it be said that he is a good apprentice raised by my darling?"
After he was stunned for a moment, he reluctantly gritted his teeth and said, then stretched out his long sleeves, and a wave of inner strength was like a sword, piercing through the gust of wind all over Chang Xiaoqing's body, and piercing several big points on his body.
But under Xianxian's attacks, Chang Xiaoqing only swayed slightly.
"Master...don't...don't go...don't leave me..."
The man who looked like a ghost shouted with a vague sense of fear, and at the same time as he spoke, he was already dragging his feet, step by step towards Xianxian and Lin Mao.
Xianxian hugged Lin Mao tightly, and then retreated a few feet away, while Chang Xiaoqing seemed to be heavy like a zombie, but in fact he looked like a ghost—before Xianxian's toes touched the ground, he was already He stood where the two of them had been before.
"Where did the little monster come from?!"
Xianxian let out a low cry, kept walking, raised his breath and swept away a certain distance.
But in just a split second, Chang Xiaoqing followed up again - not only did he follow up, but he also stretched out his hand, but he wanted to take Lin Mao directly from the fairy's arms.
It was too late to say it, but it was just a blink of an eye, Xianxian and Chang Xiaoqing had already performed dozens of tricks.
"puff--"
"puff--"
"puff--"
……
Under the attack, Chang Xiaoqing finally paused in his steps. On his naked upper body, several finger-sized flesh holes burst out at several fatal points—but it was the same as before, even with such an injury, the wound There is only a faint hint of dark red in the middle.
And even though Xianxian seems to have the upper hand, it can't be said that he is not embarrassed.
When he stood still at a distance, his breathing was out of rhythm, and then he felt a slight numbness on his face, he raised his hand to wipe it casually, and then he was stunned.
Although there was no blood, the bruises from his fingertips told him that his face had already been cut by Chang Xiaoqing.Indistinctly, a little hard bone could already be felt from the flesh wound.
"Fuck you melon &%... cut off my hair and ruined my appearance, fucking *&%¥#——"
Immediately, Xianxian was furious, and a series of idioms came out of his thin lips. Just from the tone of voice, one could tell that it was a very vicious curse.
And Chang Xiaoqing just tilted his head slightly under this curse, with a expressionless face, he raised his feet and continued to chase towards Xianxian.
Xianxian also changed his evasive attitude before, and was so excited that he lifted his body. With a slight movement of his wrist, his fingertips had already curled up with a black knife that was curved like a crescent moon and smelled fragrant.
And the tip of that knife was facing Chang Xiaoqing's chest - it can be said that Xianxian really had a killing intent this time.
Before, he could barely take care of Lin Mao's thirst for blood and save Chang Xiaoqing's life, but now he can't care so much.
Half of it was because of the disfigured anger, and the other half was because he couldn't resist Chang Xiaoqing's attack anymore if he didn't move his ultimate move!
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