A scholar’s ​​path to becoming a god

Finally, we arrived at the community where Xiaona lived. Although the door was locked, the wooden door was very shabby, so Song Qiran kicked it open.

"Who are you and what are you doing at Xiaona's house?" An aunt next door stuck her head out.

Song Qiran was not in the mood to pay attention to her. He just covered Sheng Zhiyu's face to prevent these people from seeing her and causing trouble: "We are just looking for something, and we will leave when we find it."

Xiaona's home was very simple. After entering the hall, Song Qiran discovered a room with red light.

He opened the door and saw an altar-like table inside, with the carcasses of various animals placed on it.

There were many pictures of girls hanging on the wall. In addition to the two girls who were cursed before, there was also Sheng Zhiyu.

As for the two girls who were cursed before, their faces had been scratched, but Sheng Zhiyu was still intact.

This is really a witch.

Song Qiran was not in the mood to care about this now. After putting Sheng Zhiyu down, he started looking for the body she needed.

Fortunately, Xiaona has all the animal carcasses here, and Song Qiran is a top doctor, so he can naturally take out the heart blood accurately.

He mixed the blood of five animals into a container, but Sheng Zhiyu had already fainted from the pain again.

Thinking of Sheng Zhiyu's method of feeding him blood in the previous dungeon, Song Qiran no longer hesitated.

He held the blood in his mouth and fed it to Sheng Zhiyu bit by bit.

Sheng Zhiyu was still in a coma, but after drinking the blood, the black air in his heart gradually disappeared.

Song Qiran finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was fine. Seeing that Sheng Zhiyu was not awake, he lowered his head again by mistake.

This time it was a real kiss.

He bit Sheng Zhiyu's lips and gradually deepened the kiss, feeling more and more unable to extricate himself.

But he also understood that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he reluctantly left Sheng Zhiyu.

Song Qiran noticed an ancient-looking book placed on the altar table and put the book in his arms.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Seeing that the window was open, Song Qiran jumped down from the second floor with Sheng Zhiyu in her arms.

In terms of force alone, he was stronger than Sheng Zhiyu. Even if he jumped with Sheng Zhiyu in his arms, he still landed firmly.

Chu Muyan's car was parked at the door, Xiaona must have seen it.

Let Chu Muyan take the blame for this. Who asked him to find a wizard to scapegoat Sheng Zhiyu?

Song Qiran took Sheng Zhiyu back to his residence and put her on the bed.

Sheng Zhiyu closed his eyes, and his thick and long eyelashes cast beautiful shadows under his eyes, like Sleeping Beauty.

Qi Heyi and Chu Muyan haven't come back yet, they are alone.

Song Qiran's heartbeat gradually became clearer.

Once, just kiss again.

With this copy out, he would never have a chance again.

He lifted Sheng Zhiyu's cheek and kissed it again.

Sheng Zhiyu, who was in a coma, let out a cry.

Only then did Song Qiran wake up and found that her hands had already penetrated into Sheng Zhiyu's clothes.

Sheng Zhiyu's chest was rising and falling, and there was a slight blush on his snow-white cheeks, obviously he was also moved.

Song Qiran was very conflicted. He knew that he was not a gentleman, but he couldn't control it.

After some ideological struggle, Song Qiran decided to compromise with his inner desire and kissed Sheng Zhiyu again.

His hand went all the way down, relying on instinct to please Sheng Zhiyu.

When he touched the evidence of Sheng Zhiyu's passion, his heartbeat gradually accelerated.

It turns out that Sheng Zhiyu has feelings for him.

Song Qiran explored her body and carefully observed her reaction.

Gradually, he found a way to make Sheng Zhiyu comfortable.

Even though Sheng Zhiyu didn't wake up, he still reacted violently.

Seeing things gradually getting out of control, Song Qiran took a deep breath.

He planned to go to the bathroom and take a cold shower to calm down.

Otherwise it will really lead to a big mistake.

Not long after, Sheng Zhiyu opened his eyes.

"Junior sister, are you feeling better?" Song Qiran saw Sheng Zhiyu waking up just after taking a bath.

At the same time, I felt very guilty inside.

Sheng Zhiyu smiled slightly: "I'm fine. Maybe this dungeon conflicted with me, and I didn't help at all."

Since entering this dungeon, she has either been possessed by an evil spirit or is on the way to being possessed by an evil spirit. Without Song Qiran, she would have died.

Song Qiran smiled: "If you hadn't understood Jiantou, I wouldn't have been able to save you. In the end, you are more powerful. I always looked down on witch doctors before, thinking it was feudal superstition. Now that I think about it, I have to learn more. yes."

Sheng Zhiyu was just about to get out of bed when he suddenly realized that he had no clothes on and hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover himself.

Song Qiran coughed and looked away: "Your pajamas were dirty before. I'll buy you some clothes."

After saying that, he left quickly, quite like running away.

His mood is more complicated.

Before, he could look at Sheng Zhiyu with blessings, but now he can no longer maintain the previous peace.

He has lived for twenty-eight years and has never been so excited as he is now.

His love for Sheng Zhiyu was not the love of a senior brother for his junior sister, but the love of a man for a woman.

He might be sad if he sees Sheng Zhiyu being intimate with Gu Xingzhou and Qin Tian again.

Song Qiran smiled to himself.

Ever since I confessed my love in the last copy, things have started to get out of control.

But so what, Sheng Zhiyu didn't love him, he just regarded him as his senior brother.

In her heart, there were only Gu Xingzhou and Qin Tian.

Sheng Zhiyu had just finished lowering his head and felt a little weak.

Now that she was alone here, she got out of bed and prepared to find something to wear first.

Because her head was not yet fully awake, she did not see an ambiguous water mark on the bed.

The closet was empty. Sheng Zhiyu searched for a long time and could only find a white shirt.

She remembered that Song Qiran took her to Xiaona's home, and naturally saw Xiaona's altar.

But why did Xiaona post her photo on the wall?

When Song Qiran came back, he saw Sheng Zhiyu in a trance.

He thought Sheng Zhiyu had been possessed again, so he was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to hold her shoulders: "Junior sister, are you okay?"

Sheng Zhiyu was a little confused: "Huh? I'm thinking about something."

Song Qiran breathed a sigh of relief and handed the clothes she bought to Sheng Zhiyu: "I bought a skirt and pajamas. Please change into them quickly."

Sheng Zhiyu took the clothes and said, "Senior brother, don't keep staring at me."

She is only wearing a white shirt now, which is empty. If you look closely, you can actually see everything.

Song Qiran hurriedly looked away: "Put it on quickly."

Sheng Zhiyu suddenly felt that her elder brother was quite innocent: "You are already twenty-eight. You have never seen anything. Why are you so nervous?"

Song Qiran said: "I have only seen it on the operating table."

Sheng Zhiyu was a little surprised: "No way, right?"

Song Qiran saw that she had put on her pajamas and moved her eyes back: "If there's anything you can't do, then you don't have it."

Sheng Zhiyu clicked his tongue and said, "I really don't understand Fengqing. No wonder Xiaolu said you kicked her out."