How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

Jiang Luo, who had never been stimulated by such language, subconsciously pushed Fan Wujiu away, and stretched out his hand and slapped him hard as if by muscle memory.

Fan Wujiu was already very weak, and after this slap, blood spurted out like fireworks, spitting onto the snow-white silk quilt.

Xia Kucao next to him just took a look and said very calmly that he could live for one to seven days at most.

Jiang Luo was anxious, so he stepped forward and hugged him, letting him lean on his shoulders, and shouted angrily: "I really want to slap you to death!"

Fan Wujiu said without even thinking: "Okay, kill me now. I dream of dying in your hands."

Jiang Luo had never seen such a person before. He always felt that he had a very paranoid personality. He was paranoid about being nice to him and saving his life time and time again, but he was also paranoid about wanting to do all kinds of dirty things to him.

He has been a very clean child since he was young. He was smart enough to keep himself pure. Later he found that this innocence was not necessarily a good thing, so he began to expose himself to filth.

But Fan Wujiu's filthiness still made him unable to bear it, so he asked Fan Wujiu: "Who are you? Can you tell me about it?"

Fan Wujiu shook his head firmly: "No, I won't tell you. After I tell you, you will never live in guilt again. Now, you just need to know that I am a person who has saved you many times."

Jiang Luo said: "I won't owe you anything. I will find a way to save you, even if it costs me my life."

Xia Kucao brought a bowl of medicine juice and handed it to Jiang Luo: "Sir, if you want the master to live a few more days, then mix your blood with this bowl of medicine for him to drink. But you can only drink it once, and you can live for a maximum of five days. Sir, don't feel guilty, all this is the master's choice. Xia Kucao will be here, waiting for the master's return."

Jiang Luo bit his finger without thinking and dripped blood into the bowl of medicine.

Fan Wujiu did not refuse, and said as he drank: "This is the first time I drink your blood, it would be great if I could drink you into my stomach as well."

Jiang Luo seemed to be immune to his verbal abuse and said in a deep voice, "I'm not porridge. You can't drink it."

Fan Wujiu looked at his lower body and said, "I can drink something else, which is similar to porridge."

Jiang Luo: ...

He felt that he had underestimated Fan Wujiu's shamelessness.

Fortunately, after drinking Jiang Luo's blood, Fan Wujiu fell asleep peacefully, and Jiang Luo finally didn't have to listen to his nonsense anymore.

He stood up and told Prunella Vulgaris, "Can you clean his body? The wound is quite serious. You should have some special ointment for external injuries, right?"

Prunella Vulgaris just nodded slowly and said respectfully: "Don't worry, I will take care of the master's food so that he can go on his journey with peace of mind."

Jiang Luo: ...Are you really master and servant?

It seems that you, a servant, don't care about your master's life or death!

Xia Ku Cao said again, "Sir, do you want to go to the library? The library in the back mountain has all the immortal cultivation books and healing books in the world. If you want to read them, there will be a child to take you there."

Jiang Luo nodded, thinking that this Xia Ku Cao was still able to guess people's minds.

As soon as he went out, a little kid came jumping and leading him to the back mountain. The kid was quite talkative and talked to him a lot: "Where are you from, big brother? What is it like outside now? We are the mountain elves of this mountain, and I am a little monkey! Big brother, what is your name?"

Jiang Luo answered them one by one. He also wanted to get some information from the little monkey: "Who is your master? What is his real name?"

The little monkey was confused: "Mr. Xia said that the master is the master, and the master's name is the master! He is the master of our Nanchun Mountain. In addition to Nanchun Mountain, the master also owns many mountains and rivers. The south, the north, and many other places are his territory."

Jiang Luo guessed that this little monkey might have just become a spirit not long ago and didn't quite understand Fan Wujiu's true identity.

But why does he have so many mountains and so much land?

Jiang Luo asked: "Is he a local emperor? Why are there so many mountains?"

The little monkey smiled and answered, "Because he is... uh... he is the descendant of Pangu! As the descendant of Pangu, of course the whole world belongs to him. But, he thought it was troublesome, so he distributed those things to others. He only kept some that he liked, and those that Father Pangu did not allow him to give to others. These, those, and those in the north are all transformed from the body of Father Pangu, so they can only be taken care of by the master."

Jiang Luo wondered whether what the little monkey said was true or false. How could such a vile person like Fan Wujiu be the descendant of Pangu?

Even if he is the descendant of Pangu, Lord Xiu Gu's reputation will probably be ruined by this rebellious son.

But then again, who doesn’t have a troublesome rich second generation in their family?

Jiang Luo asked, "Has your master been staying outside all these years?"

The little monkey replied: "I come back occasionally, but I always get hurt a little. I have to recover before going out again."

Jiang Luo paused: "Injured? How could he be injured?"

The little monkey shook his head, "I don't know! These are all taken care of by Mr. Xia. We are just the little elves he keeps on the mountain. He keeps us and provides us with spiritual energy, and we...we do nothing but call him master! The master said that he has plenty of spiritual energy and rich immortal veins, and he won't live much longer anyway, so we should be polite and use them. But we don't want the master to die, because if the master dies, who knows who will take over his mountains and rivers, and then we mountain elves will have no one to protect us."

Jiang Luo discovered that he didn't know Fan Wujiu at all. Not only did he not know who he was, he didn't even know what kind of person he was.

He sheltered so many mountain spirits and monsters. Isn’t it the same as me who took in so many ghosts?

Now that he is gone, the ghost world has been occupied by humans, and those ghosts have scattered to every corner of the human world. They have also done a lot to restore his memory.

Just now Xia Kucao said that this was a disaster for his master, but no matter what, whether it was a thousand years or ten thousand years, they would wait for him here.

Just like the ghosts under his command, they had been waiting for him for hundreds or thousands of years. He finally had the opportunity to lead them back to the ghost world, but he had been avoiding this issue.

No matter how hard or difficult the previous life was, that was the thing of the previous life. Why should I keep brooding over it?

Jiang Luo seemed to have figured something out, but there was something he hadn't figured out. He turned to the little monkey and said, "Take me to your library first!"

Only after entering the library did Jiang Luo realize how many books there were. It seemed as if Fan Wujiu had brought all the books in the world here.

Jiang Luo pressed his temples and immediately decided not to look for it himself. Instead, he ordered Bai Fu: "Xiao Bai, let all the idle ghosts come out to help me look through the books and find out if there is anyone who can heal the seriously injured by the power of Yan Yang. It would be best if they can bring the dead back to life. If you find relevant ones, send them to me and I will take a look at them."

Xiaobai responded, and saw a black shadow flash before his eyes, and hundreds of ghost shadows slowly rose up and headed towards all directions of the library.

Xiao Bai said, "Master, the ghosts we found are all educated. The lowest educated one among them is a scholar. I will assign them to different book sections to search."

Jiang Luo thought to himself, great, great, this scholar is really amazing.

After a while, Jiang Luo's eyes were filled with books. He flipped through them one by one and came up with only one answer, that is, the power of Yangyan is the purest power in the world. If the person who casts the spell is righteous, then the power of Yangyan is great and righteous. If the person who casts the spell is evil, then the power of Yangyan is the most evil thing in the world.

The power of Yang Yan restrains Yin Qi, while what restrains Yang Qi is the extremely cold Qi, so the ice Qi of Lord Bei Ming can restrain the power of Yang Yan.

Jiang Luo finally understood why Fan Wujiu had always said that if he slept with him once, his injuries would heal, and that he couldn't wear anything, so that it would be easier to integrate his aura.

After reading the last book, Jiang Luo’s expectations were finally shattered.

He wondered, could human moral bottom line also restrict ghosts and gods?

Ghosts and gods also have shame, right?