All the cannon fodders I have flirted with are on top [Quick Wear]

"The immortality Gu in Mu Sheng's body is already mature enough. According to our original plan, we only need to kill Mu Sheng and then use Ning Zhi's blood to wake him up. Then there will be an inexhaustible supply of immortality Gu blood, and you, Elder, will be able to live younger and younger."

The elder coughed twice, his tone strange, "So you want to kill Mu Sheng again?"

Mu Gongliang nodded. "It's strange. You killed Mu Sheng yourself, and I took care of the body for almost a month. Who would have thought that he could come back to life? Could it be that the witch god really showed up?"

"Who in the world doesn't seek immortality? Even the witch god can't stop me." The elder took the water he handed over with a sinister tone.

"Of course, Great Elder, you must be immortal."

"Don't touch Mu Sheng recently. Let the immortality Gu in his body get along well with Ning Zhi. I believe that with the blood of the messenger, our Gu will definitely grow better."

Mu Gongliang's eyes rolled around, and after he figured it out, he knelt down and kowtowed, "I understand."

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Xingling Village.

Ning Zhi looked at the piles of quilts on the bed and frowned, "I don't need so many quilts."

"Yeah, I know." Mu Sheng divided the bed into two and laid out two quilts.

[I just want to sleep with him and keep an eye on him day and night to prevent him from being kidnapped by others]

"..." Ning Zhi couldn't sit still anymore and stopped him at the door. "This is my room. Go back to your room and sleep."

Mu Sheng looked at him with watery eyes, "Brother... I'm afraid to sleep alone until dark."

[Afraid of the dark? I have always slept alone since I was a child, so I am not afraid of the dark. I don’t understand what people who are afraid of the dark are afraid of. Are they afraid of ghosts? But I am a ghost. If it weren’t for a mouthful of blood, I really wouldn’t have the heart to say that about myself.]

As soon as he started to mutter, Ning Zhi didn't want to talk anymore, because it was really -

It's noisy!

After Mu Sheng successfully squeezed into the room, he sat in front of him and asked with his eyes downcast: "Brother, do you dislike me?"

[Ah, I am really good at playing the role of a poor little thing. Ning Zhi will definitely feel distressed.]

A cheerful and contented voice sounded. Ning Zhi looked at the hem of Mu Sheng's clothes, thinking that he was a little fox who said one thing and meant another.

"Well, I don't like it."

[What what what! You idiot, he actually said he doesn't like me! Why? Is it because I don't look cute enough or pitiful enough? No, it's definitely not my problem. It's Ning Zhi's eyes that have problems. He doesn't even like me. Go to the hospital and see an eye doctor as soon as possible! ]

Ning Zhi's lips curled up slightly, he just liked to see Mu Shen's angry face, which was silly and cute.

Various herbs were spread out on the table, and Ning Zhi identified them one by one based on his memory.

Although the village does not reject the outside world, people are not allowed to go out at will. Once villagers get sick or injured, they still rely more on traditional Chinese medicine and medicinal witchcraft.

The wound on his hand needed to be treated, and since he couldn't leave the village for the time being, this was the only way.

Mu Sheng sat opposite him, staring at him with his chin propped up.

[Idiot... Never mind. He's not stupid. It's more appropriate to call him Little Blood Bag. He tried the herbs to treat the wound on his hand. There's no need to go through so much trouble. I am the best medicine. As long as he begs me, I can consider treating him.]

Ning paused while picking the herbs, but decided to continue.

Seeing that he ignored him, Mu Sheng changed his posture and continued to stare at him.

[The little blood bag's hands are so pretty, worthy of being called a blood bag, so rosy, I really want to take a sip! ]

He stared at Ning Zhi's hand intently and licked his fangs.

Ning Zhi glared at him, picked up the selected herbs, turned around and faced away from him.

Mu Sheng had a lot of question marks in his head, not understanding why he was being glared at, so he simply lay on the table and continued to look at him.

[Tsk, tsk, tsk, the back of the little bloody neck is also very beautiful. If I tilt my head a little more, I can see the artery in his neck. What should I do? I really want to take a bite. Why can't I rush over and bite him? Because I can't bite him! Damn it, I can only touch him while he is sleeping to satisfy my craving. I am so miserable.]

Bang!

The herbs were slammed on the table, Ning Zhi stood up quickly and strode out the door.

Mu Sheng stood there with a puzzled look on his face, "Brother, where are you going——"

"Don't follow me!"

"……All right."

[What's wrong with you, little blood bag? Are you going to run out and bleed others? How can that be possible? I haven't even had a few sips yet! ]

Ning Zhi sped up, even using his divine power, and in a few flashes he covered a hundred or two hundred meters. Mu Sheng's voice finally disappeared from his ears.

"call--"

He let out a long sigh, as if he had been saved.

[Lord God, are you experiencing tinnitus from all the noise? ]

Ning Zhi pulled over a cushion, sat on the ground and sighed.

[I never knew that what is more terrifying than divine power is endless nagging. ]

Mu Sheng talks too much, his ears are about to be ruined.

Of course, this is only one of the reasons. What’s more terrifying is that he talks about drinking blood every other sentence.

Mu Sheng is just like a buzzing mosquito, and he is the mosquito's favorite blood bag, so he has to endure both physical and mental torture.

Thinking of this, he became even angrier.

[Lord God, the panel has lost the plot again~]

The system panel in his sea of ​​consciousness dropped a bunch of plot information, as if to compensate for the torture he had suffered.

Ning Zhi took a look and his eyes went dark.