The Secret Daily of Sword Spirit

Bei Yang tidied up a room, all the sundries in it were moved out, only a bed was left empty.Bei Yang said that it was because he was afraid that the nymphomaniac would go crazy and smash his medicine jar under the severe pain, and he was also afraid that he would harm himself.I heard how this thing is getting more and more evil, and it is so novel that it hurts so much that it will hurt itself...

Yin Fushu, with his wet hair loose, sat cross-legged on the bed.The wizard first tied his wrists to the side of the bed with a rope covered with charms, allowing him only space to draw; then he brought him a bowl of black crow blood that smelled fishy, ​​and the color The smell made people spit out the overnight meal, but the nymphomaniac drank it without blinking... Presumably he worked hard enough to restore his memory.

The wizard placed the incomplete portrait and pen and ink in front of the nympho, then knelt and sat behind him, took out a silver needle from a black medicine jar, roasted it on the fire for a while, and then cleanly and crisply Pierce into the Baihui acupoint of the nympho.The second needle pierced Shangxing Point, the third needle Shenting... After a while, the head of the nymphomaniac was shining like a hedgehog, and it hurt me to see it.

But the nymphomaniac is very calm, with a dignified appearance.Bei Yang said, "The medicine just now will make you enter a trance state, but these needles will keep the last sliver of clarity in your altar. What you have to do is to bring your memory back to the last place you can remember 500 years ago, Then, let yourself move forward little by little, even if it is imagination. Gradually, you will enter the lost memory. At first you will only feel a little pain, but as the memory becomes clearer , the pain will gradually intensify, and you may not be able to persist in the end. But remember, you must persist, otherwise not only will you not be able to undo the curse, but you will also fall into a state of madness."

The nymphomaniac nodded, then turned to look at me, and said with a smile, "Your face is pale from fright, don't worry, I'll be fine."

I leaned into the nympho's ear and said, "It's too late to regret it now... We can find out the appearance of the master of Jijianling through other means."

The nympho shook his head firmly, "No, I must remember him."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and began to fall into a trance state of consciousness.

I dare not leave with the wizard.Bei Yang said, if the nymphomaniac struggles violently, I must hold him tightly to prevent him from running away.Otherwise, once he destroys the painting, he will only go crazy.

About half an hour later, I saw the nymphomaniac frowned...

I was so nervous that I jumped up from the stool: "It's started, it's started!!!"

Bei Yang gave me a disgusted look, "Why are you so surprised? This is just the beginning, and it's still too early for him to enter the core of memory."

Even so, I couldn't sit still anymore. I walked up and down the room, or squatted on the edge of the kang and stared at the nymphomaniac, looking for all kinds of subtle expression changes on his face.In the end, Bei Yang couldn't take it anymore, grabbed my collar and pulled me back to the original position, and threatened me that if I made a fuss again, he would make me his first sword spirit specimen.

After an anxious hour, beads of sweat began to appear on the forehead of the nymphomaniac, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and his body trembled from time to time.

I firmly grabbed Bei Yang's wrist, "What's wrong with him! Do I need to hold him down!"

"Follow your head! He has already started to touch the core memory, look at his hands."

Hey, holding a pen in his hand, he is moving over the portrait.

I swallowed, watching his every move.

He drew like this for a moment, and suddenly, his movements stopped, his face showed obvious pain, and a groan came out of his throat.

Bei Yang finally became nervous, "It has begun...the collision between the force of backlash and the blood curse."

The next half an hour seemed as long as 1000 years.That was the first time I saw such a painful and terrifying roar from a nymphomaniac.At first it was just moaning intermittently, but later he was sweating profusely, his body trembling became more and more intense, and his hands waved in the air unconsciously.

He pulled his hair hard and let out a low moan.Suddenly, the originally clear sky seemed to be covered by a big hand, and the thick clouds caused the day to be instantly swallowed by the night.A chilling and desolate air rose from the peaceful water, the tall trees and green leaves withered, and fluttered like falling snow.Accompanied by the rumbling thunder, the violent wind twisted and tore from all directions without any clues, and even our hut made a series of creaking sounds, as if the roof would be lifted at any time.

Yin Fushu suddenly fell down on the bed, his hands firmly dug into the wooden boards under him, regardless of whether his nails were cracked or dripping with blood.He struggled vigorously, and the talisman attached to the rope burst into hot light.With a loud roar and a sudden struggle, the rope snapped!

I rushed forward and bound his hands and feet tightly.His strength was astonishing, the two of us hugged each other and rolled around in disgrace, like two uncultivated street gangsters fighting.During the period, he was punched firmly in the stomach a few times, and his stomach was so full that he almost vomited out the wine he drank in Scarlet Blood City.I mobilized my whole body's spiritual power, used the grasping hand I learned in Shushan, and locked his whole body with my legs and hands.He was screaming, and I couldn't bear to hear that scream, but Bei Yang shouted beside him, "We must control him!"

The struggle was a little weaker, but the storm outside the door became more violent, and the hailstones smashed on the wooden boards around the house like raindrops, and the whole house was shaking.

Suddenly, a burst of domineering and ferocious spiritual power burst out from the nymphomaniac, before I could react, the whole person flew out and hit the door heavily.I grinned in pain, and my tongue was broken by my own teeth.Get up from the ground, but startled.

The hundred silver needles on Yin Fushu's head flew out at the same time, nailing into the roof and wall like darts.His eyes opened suddenly, they were as bright red as blood.

He roared furiously at Bei Yang who was trying to regain control of him with witch power, rushed forward, and tightly grabbed Bei Yang's throat.It seemed that he had made a fatal move, Bei Yang's whole face turned red quickly.I was dumbfounded, and hurried over, pulling the nymphomaniac away with great effort.Bei Yang's neck was scratched with a deep blood mark by his nails, and blood gushed out.I quickly shouted to him, "Get out!!!"

Bei Yang covered his wound in embarrassment, "No! He has gone mad! You must kill him!"

I threw the nymphomaniac on the bed, kicked Beiyang out of the room, and yelled at him, "Quickly find that flower demon outside the thorn forest!", and then closed the door and locked it.A set of movements is done in one go, even I think I am so handsome.Just after doing this, when I turned around, I saw that the handsome face of the nymphomaniac was distorted, and his whole body was burning with red aura, rushing towards me like a hell Shura.

Fortunately, I was fast, and I sneaked around the house a few times without being caught by him.I was so tired that I was wheezing and panting, but he didn't seem to feel tired at all, he was full of energy and rushed at me like a leopard again and again.Brother, you are a herbivore with long hooves, okay?Who did you learn these standard culling moves from? !

Hmph, this stinky boy is sure that I don't dare to make big moves, right?If it wasn't for the fear of hurting him, I would have sent him flying with a sword energy!I was trying to find a way while running, but just dodging his attack had already consumed a lot of energy, and I couldn't turn my mind...

When his gaze fell on the portrait on the bed, the blood in his eyes became even thicker.

not good!Bei Yang said that the portrait must not be destroyed!

This nympho, you used to talk big to me, what will be fine... Does this seem to be fine?If I hadn't fought against Beiyang, this house might have been demolished by him.And that liar sorcerer, who boasted so much about himself, why he wanted to understand the secrets of witches and was voluntarily exiled... I think it was obvious that he failed the exam and was expelled from the witch clan... After a long time, he was a moth, and he was a little bit at the critical moment Can't help but get in the way.

What the hell did I do!

At this time, I don't know which inspiration was touched, I pulled out my body and turned it into a bitter bamboo flute, and then played to him the neon clothes and feathers song I played on the pear tree when we first met.

His movements paused, as if he was attracted by the music.

I pour spiritual power into my breath and spread it out through the music.For a while, the gorgeous music circled like ripples, and the storm outside gradually subsided.

The redness in the nymphomaniac's eyes was still there, but he seemed to have found a bit of clarity. He stumbled onto the bed, stared at the painting, and picked up the pen again with trembling hands.

I also approached him carefully step by step.I saw him pick up the pen, as if he was trying his best to fight against something, and the sweat dripped from his forehead one by one.His nib was trembling, and finally he tapped the last few strokes on the painting.

At this time, I glanced at the painting.

At the same time, I felt a sudden dizziness hit me like a heavy blow.I was suffocated, my hands could not move anymore, and the bitter bamboo flute just fell to the ground.

It was an extremely exquisite and meticulous meticulous painting. The person in the painting stood under a pear blossom tree in full bloom, holding a flute in both hands. The petals fell on his black clothes, and his black hair was not standing up, like a cage of light veils. In the breeze of picking petals, the handsome face smiled slightly, and the sunset glow of the day was captured in his eyes, and he looked at the painter with all kinds of tenderness.

The painter must have the deepest nostalgia for the person in the painting, so he can draw such moving eyes.

The person in the painting turned out to be me...

No... that's not me... just someone who looks like me.Because the man had a red birthmark on the left side of his face, which is the half of my face where I usually wear a mask.

The painter did not avoid the flaws of the person in the painting, but painted the birthmark as red and moving as a peach blossom. On the face of the person, he did not feel that it damaged his appearance at all, but made people mistakenly think that it was A piece of peach blossom floated up and landed in the corner of his eyes.

What's going on here, why suddenly I feel my body numb, my breath is stagnant, my feet go limp, and I fall to the ground.

But as soon as I stopped, the blood red in the nympho's eyes finally filled the entire eye socket.He stood up slowly, his eyes fixed on me.

At this time, he is different from before.

Several crooked blood-colored patterns spread from the corners of his eyes. The same face and the same figure exude a strong sense of oppression, which makes me inexplicably nervous, and a certain survival instinct makes me connect with him. The fear he felt when he saw Bai Ze's body in the treasure mirror of heavenly kings made him take a few steps back.

"Nympho? Nympho, wake up!"

He stared at me with an expression that made me shudder, approaching step by step, whispering two words in his mouth, "Zhiluan..."

I backed up with hands and feet, and I didn't care how embarrassing I was now.I just feel like I'm going to be unlucky!

I didn't care whether it would hurt the nymphomaniac, I raised my spiritual energy and sent out several sword qi at him, drawing several bloodstains on his body.But as if he didn't feel it, he didn't even pause in his steps.

"Zhi Luan... Zhi Luan... Zhi Luan...you are my Zhi Luan!"

I quickly got up and wanted to escape the door, but my scalp went numb, and the lunatic behind grabbed my hair and pulled it back. The pain made me cry!A pair of copper and iron arms locked me firmly, and the scorching hot breath fell on the side of my neck, and I felt a sharp pain.

"Wow!!! You are a vampire!!!" I struggled violently, using the aura in my body to explode outward.But I don't know why I feel a little weak. It was supposed to be a powerful critical blow, but it turned out to be useless like a fart.What's wrong with me?Everything was normal just now, why did it feel so strange after the painting was completed?There were also bursts of tinnitus in my head, and the continuous humming sound became more and more obvious, and in the end even the voice of the nympho could not be heard clearly.

The nymphomaniac suddenly pushed me forward, and I didn't even have the slightest bit of defense to fall into the mud. Just as I was about to get up, he pushed me down again.His strength was terrifyingly powerful, and it was impossible for it to come from those two white arms.

I tried to return to the main body, but the flute that the main body turned into was lying on the ground ten steps away from my eyes, motionless.The heavy and oppressive aura on Yin Fushu's body actually suppressed my spiritual power so tightly that I couldn't even summon my main body.

"What are you doing!!!!!! I'm Yajiu!!!"

"Zhi Luan...you are mine...don't try to leave me anymore, you will always be mine alone!!!"

Accompanied by a roar of mixed anger, sorrow, rage and jealousy, there was a ripping sound, and a chill fell down the back...

I can't believe my ears...

Why did he tear my clothes and pants! ! !

I quickly changed into another layer of pants, and then I was torn again...I changed again, he tore again...I changed again, he seemed to be angry, and his movements became more and more violent, even biting my shoulder .I screamed in pain and wanted to run away, but I felt him pull my legs away...

In the chaos, all my senses were covered by pain... the pain of being torn in two from the most vulnerable place...

My eyes went black and I lost consciousness.