The Dark and Foolish King: The Fierce and Crazy Concubine Has Infinite Strength

The sun has completely set in the west, the sunset glow has gradually faded, night has fallen, and the forest is full of dangers.

Chanmu ran into the forest that he had to pass through to enter the Black Miao Village, only to find that he had forgotten to bring a torch. Although there was sparse moonlight refracting through the branches and leaves, it was not enough to illuminate the way forward for him.

In such an environment, if you take a wrong step, you might get lost here, or step into the swamp and die.

Or maybe...

The eerie and terrifying howling of wolves in the distance echoed in my ears from time to time, making my scalp tingle.

"Xiaoyou!" Chanmu walked with one deep step and one shallow step, shouting Qu Xiaoyou's name loudly as he walked, sweating profusely in anxiety.

Xiao You's poison has taken effect. How can he travel alone in this dangerous forest?

After walking like this for about an incense stick of time, the monk's robe on Chanmu's body was torn into dozens of strips by the thorny bushes, and bloody cuts appeared on his skin, and his whole body was in pain.

"Xiaoyou, where are you?"

Zenmu was walking in this dangerous place like a headless fly, totally unaware that he had lost his way.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a faint whimpering sound into his ears.

Following the sound, he saw in the dim moonlight a red "thing" under a big tree not far away that seemed to be trembling slightly.

Zenmu's heart tightened and he walked over carefully to take a look.

When he got closer, he found that it was a person squatting on the ground and curled up tightly. The person was dressed in red and had black hair like a waterfall. It was the missing Qu Xiaoyou!

Qu Xiaoyou hugged her knees tightly with her arms, lowered her head, and her whole body was shaking like a sieve.

What was horrifying was that she was biting her arm and blood was dripping from the corners of her mouth.

“Xiaoyou!!” Zenmu couldn’t help but scream loudly when he saw the situation, and quickly held her head with both hands to stop her behavior, “What are you doing? Shut up!!”

Qu Xiaoyou's eyes were bloodshot and he bit his arm tightly, swallowing the blood flowing into his mouth. His body was twitching.

Zenmu was so anxious that he pinched her cheeks hard, which made her let go.

"Are you drinking your own blood? Are you crazy?!" He stared at her in shock and anger, his heart trembling.

Qu Xiaoyou's bright red lips were stained with blood like flames, and the snow-white skin around her lips was also stained with large blood stains, looking a little scary.

Qu Xiaoyou regained some of her sanity after he pinched her face. She stared at him blankly and said, "Mu Tou, why are you here? Why did you try to stop me? I'm thirsty."

"You are a human being, you cannot drink blood." Zenmu said with a frown.

"But I am almost going crazy wanting to drink blood. Please let me drink for a while longer."

After Qu Xiaoyou finished speaking, she felt her throat begin to dry up again. A voice in her body was desperately shouting, "Drink blood! Blood is the best thing in the world. Drinking it will make you happy. Drink it now!"

Qu Xiaoyou shuddered all over, raised her arm suddenly, and was about to put it to her lips again.

"Xiaoyou!" Chanmu tried his best to stop her.

"If you try to stop me again, I will eat your flesh and drink your blood!!" Qu Xiaoyou's eyes turned red, and he roared at Zen Mu with a ferocious look on his face, as if his sanity had been devoured by a wild beast.

"You will die from excessive blood loss if you continue like this!" Zenmu said sternly.

"But I can't control it! I'm going crazy. If I can't drink blood, my whole body will feel uncomfortable. I feel so uncomfortable that I don't want to live anymore! Zenmu, please kill me. I've turned into a monster! Kill me!"

Qu Xiaoyou screamed hysterically and struggled wildly in pain, with such great strength that even Zen Mu could hardly hold her down.

Zenmu pursed his lips and looked at her, his brows tightly furrowed into a knot.

"I feel so uncomfortable and in so much pain. It feels like there are hundreds of bugs biting me inside my body. Ah! I can't stand it anymore!"

Qu Xiaoyou screamed like a madman, his expression showing extreme pain, as if he would explode and die in the next second.

Chan Mu's eyes were a little red. During the martial arts conference, Qu Xiaoyou was slashed by countless swords and the ground was covered with blood, but he didn't even frown.

But now, he couldn't bear the poison of a mere poisonous insect and wanted to end his life.

Zenmu sighed, pulled out the silver hairpin from her hair, rolled up his long sleeves, and stroked his arm hard.

The skin was torn and the blood was flowing!

"Wood!" Qu Xiaoyou held her head and shouted at him in grief, "What are you doing?"

Zenmu ignored her, sat down on the ground, pulled her into his arms, held her hands tightly with his other intact hand, and then raised his injured arm to her mouth.

Blood dripped down his arm and accurately landed on Qu Xiaoyou's lips.

"No..." Qu Xiaoyou was still rational. Seeing him act like this, tears couldn't help but fall down. She shook her head to reject his behavior.

She tried to push him away with her hands, but he had the foresight to grab her hands and she couldn't break free.

"Don't move. Don't you want to drink blood? Drink mine!" Zenmu said to her in a commanding tone.

"No..." Qu Xiaoyou wanted to resist desperately, but the poison took effect and she couldn't control herself. The blood dripping onto her lips gave off an alluring fragrance that rushed into her nostrils, stimulating her eyes so much that they turned red.

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore. The poison eroded her sanity. She opened her mouth and let Zenmu's blood drip into her mouth.

As he swallowed, tears streamed down his face.

Zenmu gritted his teeth and let the blood out. After a while, he felt dizzy and the pain from the torn flesh on his arms seemed to have become numb.

As time passed, Zenmu's face turned pale and his eyelids drooped weakly.

The amount of blood he fed to Qu Xiaoyou reached about several hundred milliliters. If it weren't for his good physical fitness due to years of martial arts practice, he would have fainted by now.

After Qu Xiaoyou drank enough blood, the symptoms of the poison were alleviated a little, his sanity slowly returned, and his eyes gradually became clear.

"Enough!" she exclaimed, and took advantage of Zenmu's weakness to suddenly pull back his hand and cover his still bleeding wound tightly.

"Are...are you feeling better?" Zenmu's throat was a little dry.

"Better, better!" Qu Xiaoyou sobbed violently, got up from his arms, tore a piece of cloth from her clothes, and bandaged his wound with trembling hands.

Zenmu let out a breath and rubbed his temples to ease his dizzy head.

"Why are you so stupid? How can you feed me with your own blood?" Qu Xiaoyou asked him with tears in her eyes, her heart deeply moved.

Zenmu looked indifferent and said calmly, "I can't watch you suck your blood dry or die from the poison, right?"

After a pause, he seemed to want to explain something, and continued: "Besides, monks are compassionate. Not to mention you, even if it's a stranger, as long as my blood can save a life, I will do it without hesitation."

After hearing his words, Qu Xiaoyou lowered her eyelids, feeling a sense of loss in her heart.

Is it just because... monks are compassionate?