The sword broke open her skin and cut her blood vessels.

No blood was splattering, and even a trace of blood was not flowing out, because the blood in her body was basically gone.

Chen Changsheng took the scabbard and pointed the sheath at the wound between her neck.

The spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and a blood thread came out of the scabbard, which seemed to be generated from nothingness.

The blood thread was very thin, as if it was even thinner than the hair, and slowly poured into her blood vessels.

During the whole process, he was very cautious and his spiritual consciousness was condensed to the extreme.

No sound.

Only taste.

The smell of his blood gradually spread in the empty tomb.

I don't know how long it took, but he took back his scabbard, and a faint chill appeared between his index finger on his right hand, pressing it on Xu Yourong's neck. After a while, he confirmed that her blood vessels and wounds had been sealed by extremely fine ice chips before he began to deal with his wounds.

The wound on the wrist was clearly visible, and even faintly could be seen, which slowly healed or was sealed by ice.

There were still some blood stains left next to the wound. He remembered the senior brother's explanation to him in private back then, he hesitated for a moment, raised his wrist to his lips, and began to lick it carefully, like a cub licking milk.

The senior brother once told him that if you are injured and bleeding, you must use this method. Only in this way can the blood be eaten into the belly and the smell of blood will not continue to spread. In addition, no matter how much water is used to rinse it with, no matter how much sand is buried with, or even burn it with high heat, it will not allow the smell to disappear.

This was the first time Chen Changsheng had tasted the taste of his own blood. In the past, he almost vomited blood many times in the battle and was forced to swallow it, but at that time the blood was only in his throat, and at this time, the blood was on his tongue.

It turns out that my blood is sweet.

He thought so.

The taste is really good.

Very delicious.

It's really delicious.

Want to eat some more.

Suddenly he woke up, covered in sweat, and then frozen into snow frost. He had licked faster and faster, and was more and more forceful, like a greedy young beast licking the milk of his dead mother mixed with blood.

If he hadn't woken up quickly, he might even lick the wound on his wrist.

There was a dead silence in the tomb.

It took a long time for a breeze to blew by.

The frozen sweat beads on the ground rolled slowly, making a rumbling sound.

He leaned against the stone pillar tiredly, his face extremely pale.

Because he shed too much blood and also because of fear.

When he was ten years old, his soul was discharged from his body with sweat, causing strange phenomena in the world. In the mountains behind Xining Town, which were covered by clouds and mist, there were unknown terrifying lives peeking at. From that night, he knew that there were abnormal people in his body. It was not that he was sick, but that his soul was the most delicious fruit for many lives and an irresistible temptation.

——If the world discovers the strangeness of your blood, you will die, and will definitely have a more tragic ending than death.

When the senior brother said this to him, it was the second day after he was ten years old. It took a long time for the senior brother to express the meaning of this sentence clearly, because his arms were sore and weak, and his gestures always made mistakes.

He asked his senior brother why this happened. The senior brother was silent for a long time and told him that it was because he had been fanning last night, trying to fan the smell that was overflowing from his body as soon as possible.

He asked his senior brother why he was like this. The senior brother was silent for a long time before telling him that last night, he smelled the smell for a long time and suddenly wanted to suck his blood and eat him.

In Chen Changsheng's mind, senior brother Yu Ren is the bravest person in the world and the best person to himself. If the senior brother wants to die by himself, he can die by himself, but if the senior brother wants to eat himself...

He thought about it for a long time, but still felt that this matter was too terrible.

The blood flowing in the body is a delicacy that all life yearns for. Of course, this is not a good thing for the person involved. So he doesn't like his own blood, and can even be disgusted or afraid. Because of this mentality, he never thinks about this matter, and sometimes he subconsciously forgets that there is something special about his own blood.

In the morning after that night, the soul that overflowed was trapped into his body and entered his blood, and no longer emitted a trace, but the disgust and fear remained at the deepest part of his sea of ​​consciousness.

After arriving in Kyoto, he thought he had been away from that terrifying memory, and he could feel the smell of his blood as if it was fading. However, on the morning after watching the monument of the former tomb overnight in the Tianshuling, he was the first time in the daylight to cleanse the marrow, but was shocked to find that everything seemed to be going back to the night of the ten-year-old.

He didn't want to experience such a night again, nor did he want to sense the unknown peeping in the clouds again.

So he became more cautious. When he was seriously injured in the battle and wanted to vomit blood, even if he risked his life, he had to swallow it back as soon as possible. Faced with a strong opponent, he no longer dared to burn all the lake water outside the You Mansion, because he was worried that he would be blown away by the true energy as if he was in the underground space.

He cannot bleed or let his blood be smelled. This is something he does not need to think about but regards it as the highest standard.

Even more important than his life.

Because he has always kept his senior brother's warning.

But today in this tomb, he did not listen to his senior brother's warning.

Because he wants to save people.

He looked at Xu Yourong who was sleeping and showed a satisfied smile. Because of the poisoning, her face was swollen. At this time, the swelling was significantly reduced, and her clear eyebrows and eyes became clearer.

The most important thing is that her pale face gradually turned bloody at this time.

There is an old temple far from Zhou Dufu's tomb. If we start from the first temple thousands of miles away, this old temple should be the ninth. This means that it is only two hundred miles away from Zhou Dufu's tomb.

This is something that all children who have just started to have sex can calculate clearly, so Nanke and others will naturally not make mistakes. The old man who played the piano said with emotion: "I didn't expect that there would be the day when I saw Zhou Ling with my own eyes in my life."

Teng Xiaoming carried a load and looked at the black protrusions vaguely visible under the sky in the distance. He, who had always been known for his dullness and silence, looked a little excited at this time. As for his wife Liu Wan'er, and the two demon beauties, this was even more so.

After dozens of days of asceticism, even these demon strongmen felt a little hard. However, thinking that Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng were waiting for death in front of them. More importantly, the end of the Baicao Dao may be the legendary Zhou Ling. What is this hard work?

Suddenly, the white grass road vibrated slightly, and the source of the vibration came from the depths of the vast grassland behind.

The old man who played the piano was slightly surprised, turned around and looked into the grassland, and said with a serious expression: "The monsters seem to be a little restless."

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he opened his mouth, but was shocked to speak. The demon generals and his wife also saw the vision in the sky, and the breath suddenly rose to the peak that Zhou Yuan could accommodate.

A shadow appeared in the sky above the grassland. The shadow was so huge that it seemed to cover half of the sky. This shadow was moving slowly, looking from a distance, like a pair of huge wings.

Nanke looked at the shadow in the sky and frowned and said, "Even Tianpeng is a little crazy. What happened?"

She didn't know that the source of the restlessness of the grassland monsters came from the depths of the tomb 200 miles away. In the depths of the tomb, a young man cut his wrist and blood was exposed in the air. The smell of blood spread in the grassland and had faded to the extreme, but it was still enough to make the monsters in this world develop extremely crazy desires.

There are extremely cleverly designed ventilation channels and light channels around the mausoleum. Unexpectedly, rainwater will pour in from those passages, but it will allow fresh wind and light to come in. I don’t know what Zhou Dufu thought when he ordered his tomb to design. Do people still need to breathe the fresh wind and enjoy the bright spring after they die?

Chen Changsheng couldn't figure it out, but through the changes in the light and humidity in the air, he confirmed that it should have been early the next morning, and the rain outside the tomb should have stopped.

At this moment, Xu Yourong finally woke up.

Chen Changsheng looked at her and smiled.

She didn't laugh, stared at him and asked, "You poured your blood into my body?"

Chen Changsheng said: "To be more accurate, I poured my blood into your blood vessels."

Xu Yourong was helpless, sad, and tired, and said, "Although I don't know what method you did all this, do you think this can work? I said, my blood..."

"Yes, that's OK."

Before she could finish her words, Chen Changsheng said with a smile. His face was a little pale and his expression was a little dull, but his eyes were bright, very clean, and confident, like the new sun, which was covered by clouds and mist, but the glory was still unabashed.

Looking at his expression, Xu Yourong had a thought that he didn't believe it and murmured: "Can this work?"

"It seems to be OK."

Chen Changsheng walked to her side, observed the wound on her neck, and then said, "You can feel it yourself."

Xu Yourong was a little confused. Subconsciously, according to his words, he found that his bloodline was not as exhausted as before he fell asleep. Although it was not as abundant as usual and still a little thin, it could at least ensure... to be alive.

How important, how good, most important, best to be alive.

But why can you survive?

What's going on?

At this time, the blood flowing in her body should be his blood, but why is it like her own blood, without any distinction?
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