The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

"hiss……"

Song Lin's wrist was bitten open by He Lang, and he grabbed it in his palm without knowing how hard it was. It's impossible not to feel pain.The young man snatched back his hand with all his strength, and snorted coldly: "Are you finally awake?"

The man was still a little dazed. He looked at his bloody palm, then at Song Lin, and then subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch Song Lin's face.

Song Lin was not polite this time, and slapped the bloody paw away: "Your hands are full of blood!"

He Lang looked at his hands again, then raised his head to look at Song Lin again, frowned and said, "I seem to think you're dead... no, you're just dead. Just now my consciousness and body were disconnected, and I'm not with you. Disconnected, you said that after you died, my consciousness and body would not be able to maintain, so I just thought you must be dead..."

He spoke upside down, but Song Lin didn't care about it, the young man knew what He Lang was talking about.

Song Lin said: "It turns out that I am still alive."

"I'm a bit confused...is this reality?" He Lang wiped his face, but he happened to use the bloody side, which caused uneven blood stains on his face, "This is your blood? But why... how could I... I caused you to...?"

As the man spoke, red light began to flash in his eyes again.

"He Lang!" Song Lin clasped the man's cheeks again, "Look at me!"

When He Lang blinked, his pupils suddenly turned red.

Song Lin sternly said: "Zhong Chi, get out!"

He Lang blinked again, and his pupils turned back to black.

"If you let Zhong Chi's power continue like this, it will form consciousness and occupy your body!" Song Lin looked into the man's eyes, as if he could look into his soul through this window, "Don't let me down, Hey Lang."

The blood of the young man melted into He Lang's body, carrying his original strength. When the young man spoke, He Lang seemed to be desperately trying to respond to his words.The power of the rioting undead impacted He Lang's consciousness, causing his pupils to slowly turn red again, but before Song Lin made a move, the redness faded away again.

This is He Lang suppressing the riot of power by relying on the unstable connection between consciousness and body.Before these powers were used by him, he felt that he was extremely powerful and could do whatever he wanted; but now that these powers turned against him, he would inevitably suffer some hardships.

Zhong Chi is the leader of the dead spirit of Wanhun Banner, and his power is indeed not so easy to swallow.Song Lin can help He Lang, but the most important thing is for He Lang to do it himself. This is the process of tempering the golden bones, and it is also an opportunity to temper the soul.

"Go away...!" He Lang frowned, the intense pain made his voice tremble a little, and this pain also originated from the soul, the impact of force made He Lang feel like his brain would explode , "Your blood smells too strong...don't affect me, go away!"

In fact, Song Lin's blood smelled too tempting, no, too tempting to the undead. He Lang was afraid that when he was unconscious, he might do something irrational.Especially since the taste was still lingering in his mouth and throat, He Lang always felt more dizzy when he looked at Song Lin's bloody wrist.

According to legend, even ferocious beasts that have been domesticated since childhood will return to wildness after tasting the taste of blood.

Want to eat Song Lin raw?What is the difference between yourself and the infected? !

"...Okay." Song Lin stood up and took a few steps back. After thinking for a while, he used the magic of light to stop the bleeding. "Look at the sky for yourself... In short, you should work hard."

As if responding to Song Lin's introduction, there was a rumbling thunder in the dark clouds, but it hadn't struck yet.

He Lang is the main target of this cloud's suppression, and his perception of the cloud is even clearer than Song Lin's: "I know, it's okay, it's here to clear up the undead, I can just suppress the power. Even if it doesn't work... you Just stand far away."

"Stand farther away so you don't get hacked?" Song Lin sneered, "Instead of thinking about it, you might as well quickly take back the dead spirit that is entangled in me. Even if it's a mark, what he fucked was Zhong Chi's mark on me." Or are you marking me?"

"Of course we can't let him touch you—" He Lang grinned suddenly, the smile was full of ruthlessness and provocation, "That is to fight in the body, whoever is afraid of whom!"

Before he finished speaking, He Lang frantically activated the magic power in his body.Song Lin had given him a lot before, and now he also secretly helped him. Such support made He Lang's operation produce a vortex formed by converging magic power.The power of the undead is locked by this vortex, and it can no longer overflow, and what has been scattered is also swept back by it.The black smoke wrapped around Song Lin's body was unwilling to leave, but it seemed that an invisible hand grabbed its tail and forcibly pulled it away.

Under the suppression of Wu Yun, Song Lin, and He Lang, the spreading power of the necromancer was withdrawn bit by bit and locked up.The heavy pressure caused by the eruption of the power of the undead disappeared little by little.

Dark clouds floated.

According to Yuan Chengbing's opinion, the joint action team had to withdraw the ambush and withdraw troops temporarily.However, He Lang and Song Lin hadn't come back yet, and the people at the Qinghe base were unwilling to leave them behind, so everyone could only wait in the safe area of ​​Lincheng.

The drone took off again, but this time it didn't approach the place where the mutated group gathered rashly, but just looked at the dark cloud from a distance.

An hour after the dark clouds gathered, without a drop of rain, they dispersed.

Yuan Chengbing, Xia Hong and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

About 10 minutes later, He Lang and Song Lin came back.

The blood on their faces and hands had been washed clean, but the clothes couldn’t be dealt with. In addition, the two looked very tired—one was due to blood loss and the other was due to “fierce fighting” in their bodies—uninformed comrades all thought they were He had a hard fight with "Toad Spirit" again.

They didn't refute it, but said that it was too dangerous later, so they retreated temporarily.

There are many doubts about this statement, but no one else went face to face with "Ha Ma Jing", so they couldn't question anything.And this is not a place to talk, everything can only be said after returning to the base.

So we all got into the car together and headed home.

Yuan Chengbing deliberately squeezed into He Lang's car, and when the car drove out of Lincheng City, he started to get to the point: "I don't trust Fang Shengli."

Xia Hong and Qi Ye, who were also in the back seat, looked at each other when they heard the words, knowing that there was something wrong.

"No one trusts him." He Lang, who was driving, said, "He has exposed his ambition from the very beginning. He is eager and stupid. Even Jiangbei's own people will not support him. Maybe there are people in the Jiangbei base who support him, But the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, he is still alone and helpless."

"But in the final analysis, what happened today was all caused by him." Yuan Chengbing frowned, "Don't you throw him out of the team? What if he does it again next time? Next time?"

"I'll report this matter." He Lang paused, then said, "Xia Hong, where's the medicine box in the car?"

"At Song Lin's feet." Xia Hong reacted for a second, "Song Lin was injured? Is that blood from Song Lin?!"

Now that He Lang is like this, Song Lin can be found for everything, so it is impossible for him to need a medicine box.When He Lang asked about the medicine box, Xia Hong immediately realized that Song Lin was injured.

Judging from the blood stains on He Lang and Song Lin's bodies, the wound was not a small one.

It was the first time for the people in the car to see that Song Lin would suffer this amount of bleeding, and the atmosphere was a little tense for a while, Yuan Chengbing approached the front seat and asked, "What happened later?"

Yuan Chengbing took the first step at that time, so he couldn't estimate that "Ha Mo Jing" and Song Lin would be one-on-one... No, there were many lackeys of "Ha Mo Jing" at that time, and Song Lin was afraid that many were one-to-one.In this case, Song Lin's injury didn't sound very strange.

But when Yuan Chengbing saw the wound Song Lin was treating with his probe, he was taken aback for a moment.

That's... teeth marks, right?

And it's human teeth marks, right?

Yuan Chengbing couldn't help but glanced at He Lang who was driving.He wouldn't think that Song Lin was biting and playing with himself when he was free, so in Yuan Chengbing's deduction, the wound was most likely caused by He Lang's gnawing.

What's more, in He Lang's situation, he would want to take a bite of Song Lin, that's really normal.

Song Lin was actually bitten by him, probably because he wanted to use blood to control the situation at that time...

Thinking of this, Yuan Chengbing suddenly came back to his senses: "No, I just said that I don't trust Fang Shengli, and there is another very important reason!"

Song Lin was still wiping the blood stains near the wound: "Huh?"

Yuan Chengbing opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly remembered that Xia Hong and Qi Ye were still sitting beside him, paused for a moment, and said vaguely: "When I dragged him away, he was awake. I don't know how long he was awake."

The implication is that Fang Shengli may have heard what the two of them communicated after turning off the microphone.

Although Yuan Chengbing warned Fang Shengli, but people's hearts are unpredictable, who knows what changes Fang Shengli will bring.Moreover, Fang Shengli will cause He Lang's strength to become unstable, so it's best not to bring this guy who acts without authorization with him in subsequent actions.

He Lang was not on the twelfth floor at the time, but he probably knew what Yuan Chengbing was talking about before and after the contact.He first said "I will deal with it according to the situation", and then took the time to glance at Song Lin's wrist.I don’t know if I don’t look at it, but I’m startled when I see it.

The wound had initially scabbed over, and Song Lin wiped away the blood stains around it little by little. Because of this, the wound looked even more hideous.With that width and length, even other people can see how hard it is to bite down, let alone He Lang, the real "prisoner".

Although He Lang was still a little delirious at that time, just by taking a look at it now, the man can almost recall the feeling of the smell of rust passing through his throat.

He Lang swallowed involuntarily, and then said in a disguised manner: "...You may need stitches and tetanus."

Song Lin glanced at him, still rubbing the wound slowly on his face, but subconsciously said: Needle?How to explain to the doctor?Was I bitten by Team He?

He Lang was silent for a while, then replied: Actually, you didn't have to be like this at that time.

I want to wait for you to suffer slowly, but the clouds in the sky don't seem to be patient. Did you see that I used blood when I was in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner?Song Lin carefully wiped the accumulated blood on the edge of the wound, and said lightly: "I don't want to do this either, but my blood is the fastest way to bring your consciousness back."If Zhong Chi's power condenses consciousness in your body again, then it will be easier for him to seize your body... Don't forget that when you first met, it was so easy for him to knock your consciousness away.

Song Lin paused for a moment, then said: Even now, as long as you don't fully use his power of the undead for your own use, he still has a chance to take advantage of it.

In other words, as long as He Lang's work of absorbing the power of the undead is not over, once he relaxes, the situation like today may still happen.

He Lang snorted coldly: If I knew it would be so troublesome to absorb his power, I wouldn't do so much at once, and it would cause me to go through his memory in vain.

Song Lin raised her eyebrows: Why do I think you are blaming me?

Don't blame you, blame myself.He Lang said in a deep voice: "It was I who thought highly of myself that led to this situation.Next time if you do this again, don't use your blood, I will always defeat him by myself.

Song Lin was noncommittal, but replied: You don't have to belittle yourself, you used it well, you can always digest it stably, it's Fang Shengli's spiritual ability that is bad.It is equivalent to his ability opening a crack, although he has no ability to open it wider, but the power of the dead spirit has been drilled out of the crack.

He Lang was silent for a second: Why do I feel...you are comforting me?

Song Lin said: I'm telling the truth.

He Lang paused: ...Yes!Blame Fang Shengli!

[The author has something to say: Yuan Chengbing: I can see bite marks with sharp eyes! 】